Notices by NaClKnight (naclknight@mstdn.games), page 2

@adzetko @ajsadauskas

I can think of a few reasons:

Larger, more visible extant Black population,
lower barrier to entry due to single major instance,
fewer FOSS evangelists,
less hostility to humor or pop culture,
Easier discovery of accounts to follow,

@gkrnours @Homebrewandhacking @ajsadauskas @mekkaokereke I think smaller and 1 person instances are already sidelined

Unless someone from your server follows someone from any given server, its posts, users, and comments are invisible in other threads

when an account from a small server clicks on a popular post, they see only a miniscule fraction of the total replies, and worse yet have no idea that they're missing most of the discussion

That's enough reason to choose a medium/big instance imo

("good googly moogly," "Humba wumba," et al.) is the kind of throwaway phrase that nonetheless makes me consider that i may be an entertaining, if not strictly "good," #writer

This concludes tonight's #DemonTime

None of this changes the fact that I'm rooting for y'all.
Almost all of y'all.
Some of y'all are straight weirdos but I'm even rooting for va few of y'all too.

Stay safe out there. The world is cold. The block is hot. And only together will we get where we need to go.

As i begin my tortured attempt to actually sleep, i return to a few recurring thoughts.

I'm Black AF. I be having nigga thoughts and expressing nigga sentiments.

Sexuality is hella cool. Kink, BDSM, vanilla, exploration, etc. It's wonderful and i hope you get as much of it as you want without hurting anyone unconsensually.

And I'm looking forward to waking up with 0 regrets ane like 50 less followers cause ya boi be fucking WILDING

On the other hand. My inability to find the kinds of chubby curvy bodies (illustrateed or photographed) that demand new utterances to describe them ("good googly moogly," "Humba wumba," et al.) while searching Masto or BSky is why i maintain a Twitter account.

I'm not truly leaving Twitter till the ass and tiddies do.

Which is fine. I imagine none of how OnlyFans works is welcome here. It's not like i subscribe either, besides reposting tweets.

We interrupt this missive for massive tiddies! And curves in abundance.

Istg OnlyFans models looking to attract attention are the only reason i still visit Twitter. Several of them have served as fantastic references for various characters in my fiction.

This isn't the true me or anything that melodramatic. It's just a section and a portion that i typically only reveal to irl friends when we're laughing and having a good time and i can joke and be loud and boisterous without consequence but not without reprisal.

Mutually trolling is a hallmark of my closest IRL relationships after all, both platonic and not

Back to what i was saying. I don't consider myself a good person because Jesus H(enry) Christ, only the worst people declare themselves to be people. It's a red flag.

It's more like i remain committed to positive interactions with people and am still searching for a digital destination where i suppress less of myself to fit in. That's weak sauce and a copout of sorts, but I'm no stranger to traveling through Rome, in a "when in Rome" sorta way

We interrupt this regularly scheduled program for tiddies! And curves in abundance.

I recognize that women face unique and pervasive challenges in our patriarchal society.

I also really really like the aesthetics of depictions of a certain kind of female form.

Duality of man and shit.

I like being where I'm welcome but not catered to, not the default. I'm Black in America. I'm fucking used to that sensation of being politely tolerated

Masto feels that way. Dear God it feels that way

I wanna put my feet on your couch. Metaphorically

I subsume the desire to hurt and abrade and upset you and choose life instead each day but that shit is a muhfucking choice.

Mine is more mischief than malevolence. Even when I'm at my worst i do care about you

But sometimes i want you to hurt

Let's get it started then.
I'm by all accounts thoughtful and supportive. I like seeing people grow and achieve and i want to know you and help you, yeah you, towards your goals and fulfillment.

But I'm not above spite. Part of my curiosity, my pervasive interest in the human condition, is that sometimes i like being obnoxious. A jackass. Annoying to specific people.

Sometimes I like getting on your nerves. I like knowing you enough to upset you. To challenge you. To be acutely abrasive.

No but seriously. Ya boy is finna be on demon time once i finish putting this load in the laundry

I'll CW and unlist these posts as required, but I'm about to be real irresponsible on main.

I'm not planning to alt text any of the associated images for reasons that will become increasingly clear (and likely redundant)

#DemonTime approaches
The plague burns hot in his veins.
Will it consume him?

@Zumbador thanks for the context! I definitely have it, so at least no one will complain if i use either tag

@Murdoc Got it! Thanks!
So I can use the actually version when i gripe about the myriad negative ways having ADHD affects my life and the coping/compensating/masking i do in response

What separates the #ActuallyADHD havers from the merely #ADHD havers?

Does it require submitting proof to a committee or receiving a badge or certificate?

Is there a secret handshake? Or a card you keep in your wallet?

@DigiVoyager so cool we freeze the flame

"Emotional Dysfunction" sounds like made up bullshit. A lot of #ADHD does. But Emotional Dysfunction was the single reason i kept writing poems for a decade

Ages 13-23

Miles of graphite scrawled onto forests of college-rule trying to find the specific combination, the magic incantation to put this feeling in my chest directly into yours.

I gave up. It doesn't exist.
Instead this feeling arrives like a cloud: dark and ominous
And i am condemned to sit in the wet cold till it relents

I #amwriting a long-running fiction series elsewhere. One of my readers liked my cast enough to draw #art of my characters, so meet Teresa!

This nervous, nerdy, chubby 5'2 college student prefers hurling insults online from the safety of her dorm room than throwing punches in a boxing ring or MMA cage. But when a longstanding feud with her roommate boils over, the two young women agree to settle things with a boxing match.

Neither of them have ever fought before, so at least it'll be even?