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December 17th - a rescue plan

Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.

I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)

One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.

More info over the days to come.

The plan is, broadly:

1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there

2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.

3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.

4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.

Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.

There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.

The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.

If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.

Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.

(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)

If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.

If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.

(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)

If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.

Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.

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“Never Judge a Book”

My best friend Sheena’s stepbrother Montrell had been my biggest crush since we were like thirteen. By the time we were juniors in high school, I’d developed all kinds of feelings for him even though he basically treated me like a brother. Everything about him from his hair to his smile to his size twelve feet was just perfect to me. I was always over him and Sheena’s house hanging out with Sheena, so I saw him all the time outside of school. We’d kid around and stuff, but sometimes I got the feeling that he knew I was feeling him. I wasn’t exactly sure but I had my suspicions.

Since his dad bought him a Jeep the summer before junior year, Sheena and I rode to and from school with him most of the time; that is until Sheena started dating Isaiah Tompkins and riding to school with him. Now I either rode the bus or caught a ride with Montrell and whatever girl he had riding with him, which was pretty much all the time since girls were usually all over him. I kept telling myself that one day I’d face my fear and tell Montrell that I liked him, but I wasn’t sure that day would ever come.

“I can’t stand Mrs. Gordon’s mean ass,” Sheena said to me and our friend Wes as we walked out of Mrs. Gordon’s advanced calculus class, our last class of the day. “I do all of my work and she still wants to bitch all the time about me whispering to people. It’s not like I talk out loud.”

“You know that woman can hear anything,” I said with a laugh. “What did y’all get on your tests? I got an A.”

“I got an A+,” said Sheena.

“B+,” Wes told us. “I messed up on the hyperbola graphing. I got everything else right on the test though.”

“I messed up a little on mine, too, but she wrote on the side that it was a simple mistake. As long as I passed.” We made it to our lockers and when I opened mine, I noticed a note sitting on top of my books. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket before Sheena or Wes could see.

“Hey boo,” Isaiah said as he walked up to Sheena at her locker. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she said back happily. She grabbed some books from her locker and then closed it before asking me and Wes, “Y’all need a ride home?”

“I’m staying here,” Wes told her. “I got a group project for physics to do in one of the science labs downstairs.”

“I’ll probably take the bus home,” I said.

“Alright, see y’all tomorrow.” She grabbed Isaiah’s hand and walked off with him.

“Later, Jesse,” Wes said to me before walking towards the library.

Instead of heading towards the stairwell to go to the back of the school where the buses were, I walked into the nearest boys’ restroom to read the note I’d gotten. Hoping that it was from Montrell, I opened that note as fast as I could. All it said was, ‘Meet me backstage in the auditorium after school.’ It didn’t say who it was from, but I just knew it was from Montrell. With a smile on my face and my cheeks red from blushing, I left the restroom and headed to the school auditorium.

Me (Jesse Mills)

My heart was beating a million times per second as I entered the auditorium. No one was sitting in any of the seats, so I knew I’d be in there alone with him. I hurried up onto the stage and rushed to the back to see…Sarah Gunderson waiting there. She was this white girl from my AP psychology class. My face immediately went from happy to sad. She smiled and asked, “You forgot I needed notes from yesterday’s class, didn’t you?”

“I did but I have them with me,” I told her. I reached around and pulled my psychology binder from my backpack. I took out the four pages of notes I took from Mr. Ross’s lecture the day before and handed them to her.

“Thank you so much, Jesse. Everybody else from class was being so shitty to me when I asked if I could borrow their notes. I can’t help that I had to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I’ll copy the notes and get them back to you tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

We both left the auditorium and then exited the school in opposite directions. I’d missed the school bus to go home, so I figured I’d just walk to the nearest city bus stop and wait for the next one to arrive. There was a bus stop not far from my house that I could walk from once the bus dropped me off there. So, there I was on my way off school grounds when I noticed Montrell’s black Jeep Cherokee was still parked in the student parking lot. I began walking towards it and that’s when I noticed he was standing on the other side of it talking to some of his friends.

Nervously, I stepped up to them and shyly asked, “Montrell, do you think you can give me a ride home?”

His friends looked at each other and two of them started laughing. Montrell gave them a serious look and told them, “Yo, chill the fuck out. This my sister’s friend.” He turned back to me and offered, “I’m sorry, Jesse; don’t pay these fools no mind. You know I’ll give you a ride.” He smiled at me and then unlocked the doors so that I could climb inside.

I climbed in and told him, “Thank you.”

After talking to his friends a little while longer, he said bye to them and then climbed into the Jeep. He started the Jeep up and immediately, loud rap music blasted from the speakers. He quickly turned it down and said, “I forgot I had it on that loud this morning. Sorry, man.”

“It’s cool.” I put my seatbelt on just before he put the Jeep in gear and pulled out of the parking space.

As usual, I tried not to look at him too much because I didn’t want him to notice it and get creeped out. However, it was so damn hard not to look at him. Montrell was one of the finest boys at our school. He was also very popular, mainly because he worked in the Foot Locker at the mall and always had on a fresh pair of shoes. I knew he messed around with a lot of girls but he never considered any of them as his girlfriend. It was kind of sad because girls would fight over him and he’d be so unbothered by it while moving on to the next girl.

Montrell Jackson

“You hungry?” he asked me after about six minutes of silence between us.

“Kind of,” I told him. “I skipped lunch to get in some last-minute studying for my anatomy test. I’ll probably just make a sandwich when I get home.”

“Nah, I got you. Let’s go to McDonald’s.”

“I don’t get my weekly allowance until tomorrow. I don’t have any money.”

“Jesse, I said I got you.” He laughed and asked, “Why are you acting so shy today? It ain’t because of how my boys were acting, is it?”

“No.”

“Then why are you so quiet today? You’re usually talking and laughing with Sheena and…” He paused and looked over at me as he stopped at a red light. “Oh, it’s because Sheena and your other friend Wes ain’t here, ain’t it?”

“Well, yeah. Usually, I’m in here with them and you or with you and some girl from school. It feels different since it’s just us.”

He smiled again and said, “Not to me. You’re like part of the family, Jesse. You’ve been coming to the house since we were kids. Just like you’re my sister’s friend, you’re my friend, too. We may not hang out like you and Sheena do, but that don’t mean we’re not friends. Right?”

I smiled and agreed, “Right.”

The light jumped to green and he began driving again. He drove us to McDonald’s and I thought he was going to go to the window, but he parked and turned the Jeep off. Once again, we’d never hung out by ourselves before so I was so nervous. The things I normally didn’t worry about, like the way I ate or how much I ate, were now on my mind as he and I entered the restaurant. Since I wasn’t paying, I figured I wouldn’t get much.

“Let me get two Big Macs,” he told the girl at the counter, “a large fry, a large drink and four chocolate chip cookies.” He then looked at me and asked, “What you want, Jesse?”

“Uh…a double cheeseburger,” I said.

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

He turned back to the cashier and told her, “Give him a quarter pounder with cheese no pickle, a medium fry and a medium strawberry shake.”

“Will that be for here or to go?” she asked.

“For here.”

My mouth dropped because I had no idea how he knew that was what I really wanted. True, it’s what I usually ordered whenever me, him and other people ate there but I didn’t know he noticed. He paid for the food and then I followed him over to where the drink fountains were. He filled his cup with Sprite before grabbing some napkins and going to an empty table. We sat down and waited silently as our food was being made. When they called our order number, he stood up and went back to the front to get it.

When he returned, I asked, “How did you know I always order the quarter pounder with no pickle and a strawberry shake?”

“I don’t know. I just know.” He opened one of his Big Mac boxes and started eating.

“Dang, you must really be hungry. Two Big Macs?”

“You have no idea,” he said with a mouthful of food. He finished chewing and explained, “I only ate my vegetables at lunch because I hate sloppy joes. And I have a gym class after lunch and we played basketball today, so that burned up whatever I ate.” He got a text message and began texting somebody for a little while.

“Who is that, your latest girlfriend?” I couldn’t believe I’d asked that so boldly. What the hell got into me?

He chuckled a little and replied, “Nah, that was a co-worker asking if I was working tomorrow. And I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What makes you think I have a girlfriend?”

“One of the girls in the pics with you on your Instagram has to be your girlfriend.”

“Those are just…girls. Just because they’re in my pics don’t mean I’m with them. If you don’t see me claiming them, then they ain’t my girlfriend. Simple as that.”

Finally, I gained control over my mind and didn’t push him any further. It was then that I began to think about exactly what he’d said. To my recollection, he’d never claimed a girl as his. Does that mean he’d never really had a girlfriend? Was he just getting sex from them and moving on? If so, then that would be messed up. I didn’t want my crush on him to be effected so I stopped thinking about it as we ate our food.

“Can you believe we’re gonna be seniors next year?” he asked me.

“I know, it’s a trip,” I replied. “I’m ready for it though. I actually can’t wait to go off to college. My parents are so annoying.”

“Your parents?” He laughed and said, “My dad and Sheena’s mama are way more annoying than your parents. Do you know how many times my dad makes me do stuff around the house? And my stepmom is always asking me to pull my pants up and bugging me about cleaning my room.”

“Well, your room is usually messy. It smells like corn chips in there sometimes.”

“Excuse you?” He laughed and tossed a balled-up napkin at me. “My room ain’t that bad.”

“That’s what you think. You’re used to it.”

“Anyway, your parents are way more laidback than mine. Your dad always cuts your grass. Your mama probably cleans your room.”

“No, I clean my own room.”

“So, why do you keep your room clean? You be having dudes over?”

“Wow, so because I’m gay that means I’m constantly sneaking boys into my room?”

He got serious and said, “Nah, I ain’t mean it like that. I was just…”

I started laughing and told him, “I’m just kidding. I know what you meant. To answer your question, I just like to have a clean room. And the only boys from school I have over are either friends or classmates I got paired up for projects with.”

“I heard you and Ryan were talking.”

“Ryan Stephens?”

“Yeah, the gay white boy in a bunch of your classes.”

“He likes me but I don’t like him like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s a know-it-all. He’s cute but…”

“You think he’s cute?”

“Yeah. I like tall boys.” I quickly covered my mouth and said, “Whoa, I did not mean to say that. Sorry if that creeps you out.”

“Jesse, it’s cool. I can handle you talking about other dudes.”

“How did you hear that Ryan liked me anyway?”

“People talk about everything. They don’t know everything though. There’s some stuff people just can’t know about unless they know you personally.”

There was something about the way he said that that made me feel something that I can’t describe. After finishing our food, we left McDonald’s and headed to my house. On the way there, I thought about his possible reactions to me telling him I had a crush on him. The worst he could do was get mad and tell me never to talk to him again. He could also spread it around school in an attempt to distance himself from me and to get people to make fun of me. The best reaction I could ask for—other than him telling me he liked me back—would be for him to say he’s not interested but that we could still be friends.

“Can I come inside?” he asked as his legs were shaking. “Those three cups of Sprite ran through me. I gotta take a serious leak.”

I laughed and told him, “Yeah, come on.”

We climbed out of the Jeep and went into my house. He ran past me and up the stairs to go to the bathroom, and I slowly walked upstairs to go to my bedroom. Once inside my room, I took my backpack off and dropped it on my bed. I walked over to my computer desk and turned on my MacBook Pro. As it was booting, I took my shoes off. When I turned back to the door, I was a little surprised to see Montrell just standing there.

“You about to do homework or something?” he asked.

“More like put on some music to listen to while I read my comics,” I told him.

“You still like comic books?”

“Yep.”

He shook his head and laughed as he said, “You ain’t changed a bit, Jesse.” He sat down on my bed.

“Okay, I didn’t say you could sit on my bed.” I folded my arms and stared at him.

He stood back up and asked, “May I sit on your bed?”

“Yeah.” I turned back to my computer to type in my password so I could access iTunes. When I turned back towards my bed, I saw he’d kicked his shoes off and was lying on my bed with his hands behind his head. I laughed and asked, “Boy, what are you doing?”

“Your bed feels comfortable as fuck. Damn. I wish my bed was this big.”

“I’m sure you have somewhere else to be so…”

“Nah, not really. I don’t gotta work today and my boys all got stuff going on. What time do your parents get home from work?”

“They’re usually here after six. Why?”

“Because I wanna chill out here for a minute.”

“Alright, go ahead. Just don’t fall asleep on my bed. I don’t want your slobber on my pillow.”

I put some Frank Ocean music on and grabbed my Spiderman comic book to read. I sat down on the other side of my bed and just as I was about to start reading my comic, Montrell asked, “How many girls do you think I’ve been with?”

I don’t know why he was asking me that out of the blue, but the shock didn’t stop me from answering, “A bunch.”

“Do you have a specific number?”

“Twelve.”

“Damn, you think I’ve had sex with twelve different girls? So, you think I’m a player?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well, how many boyfriends have you had?”

“Zero. I’m not ashamed to say I’m a virgin that has never even been kissed before. Now, how many girls have you…”

“Zero. I’m a virgin, too, Jesse. Just because I kick it with some girls doesn’t mean I’m having sex with them.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s cool.”

I finally found the courage and told him, “No, it’s not cool. Montrell, I need to be real with you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I know you’re not gay or even bi, but I feel like I need to get this off my shoulders. I like you. I really, really like you. I’m attracted to everything about you and I think about you in class and at night before I go to bed.” I stopped and took a deep breath before saying, “Now, if you want to hit me or flip out, go ahead and get it over with.”

He sat there looking at me for a minute and then he sat up and told me, “You don’t know what I am. Does my Facebook or Twitter or anything say I’m only interested in girls?”

“Well, no…”

“Then what makes you think I’m straight? Am I kissing the girls in the pics on my page or just posing with them in selfies? Jesse, I’m gonna be real with you; I’ve gone to first and second base with girls and dudes. Those girls that done fought over me have never heard me refer to them as my girlfriend and I’ve never had sex with them. They just assumed they meant something to me because I might have made out with them. I’ve also made out with Chris Jamison but you don’t see him going around telling the school about it.”

I was so shocked that I felt like I was going to faint. I did suspect that he might have known I had a crush on him, but I didn’t think he was a virgin or that he’d kissed both girls and boys before. My mind was so blown after hearing all of that. After seconds of silence, I asked him, “So, why have you kept this all a secret?”

“Because it’s not like I make out with somebody and they’re automatically my girlfriend or boyfriend. What usually fucks it all up is they want sex and I’m not ready for that yet. When I have sex for the first time, I want it to be with somebody I actually care about. After I kissed Chris in my Jeep two weeks ago, he started asking me if I was a top or bottom and all that, and all I wanted to do was kiss him and maybe touch him a little. It seems like everybody just wants to fuck nowadays and move on.”

“I can definitely agree with you on that. I’ve been told on many occasions that I have DSLs.”

“What is that?”

I rolled my eyes and told him, “Dick sucking lips.”

He laughed and said, “Wow, people be wildin’ for real. I wouldn’t say that about you though. I think you have cute lips. Hell, everything about you is cute. I had no idea you liked me like that though until today when you started asking me if I had a girlfriend.”

“I gave myself away?”

“Yep. I knew the moment you started up with that girlfriend stuff that you were feeling me. That’s why I hit back with the whole you and Ryan Stephens thing.” He moved closer to me on the bed and asked, “What are we gonna do about you having a crush on me?”

I smiled and replied, “I don’t know. I guess it’s up to you.”

“I’m cool with anything you’re cool with. Just remember that your best friend is my stepsister. If it goes wrong, then we’re gonna have to see each other all the time.”

“Then we have to make sure it doesn’t go wrong. That means taking it slow. Are you willing to do that?”

“I can do that. But to seal the deal…” He leaned in and kissed my lips. After a few seconds, he pulled back and told me, “Now you can say that you have been kissed before.”

I started blushing like crazy and so did he. He looked so damn cute. We kissed for a little while longer and then I started reading my comic book while he relaxed on my bed and listened to the music playing on my computer. I never in a million years would have thought that it would turn out this way. Now it was time for the hard part, taking advantage of our opportunity and not rushing into anything that would ruin the friendship. I looked forward to seeing what could develop between us. The biggest lesson I learned from the whole ordeal was to never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes, that outer layer has nothing to do with what’s inside.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

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