01/08/2025
I find myself feeling like an island buffeted in the middle of ocean storms. My friends that I align with are moving off of this platform in droves. I don't blame them for that. I have business reasons to keep on this platform. That's acknowledged. And I can make this page purely about business and cats. Part of me, however, wants to stay and fight. I hate the ceding of ground in this fight. The fracturing so that we can't even hear each other anymore.
I grew up living within propaganda. They call it religion. But it was propaganda. And if somebody hadn't been there with a different viewpoint and a flashlight in the darkness, I wouldn't have found my way out. I wouldn't have found my way out of the misery that was my life. And so on my island in the middle of the ocean, I feel like I have built a lighthouse. About all kinds of things. Religion. Gay stuff. Body images. Mental illness. And yes, cats.
I really have tried to come with a beacon for everyone that there is hope and love. That's what I built my life around. I don't want to quit. I really don't. I just don't know how honest I can be on platforms like this anymore. I don't know what to do.
To those who choose to leave and join other platforms, do what you must to save your sanity. And I know for many of my people, it's not just their sanity that they are saving but their very lives.
I want to remain a beacon as long as I can.
