They finally got around to flagging one of my posts. I tried to post a pic about it, but they frigging flagged it.

JVL
Xuebing Du
art blog(derogatory)

Andulka
todays bird
Peter Solarz
official daine visual archive

@theartofmadeline
will byers stan first human second

No title available

No title available

tannertan36
Game of Thrones Daily
occasionally subtle
Fai_Ryy

Kiana Khansmith
Mike Driver
Stranger Things

roma★
🪼
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Sweden
seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Sweden

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Romania

seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye
@spamfiles
They finally got around to flagging one of my posts. I tried to post a pic about it, but they frigging flagged it.
Annnnnnnnd it begins.
The baby does have nipples, although I’m not sure they’re female presenting nipples. Since it’s a frigging baby and you can’t tell.
So that’s it, I’m off. Stay well, guys and gals and people. Maybe I’ll restart this on Instagram. Haven’t decided yet.
Bye!
It just wouldn’t be spam if we didn’t have one more cancer widow here. I guess she doesn’t actually say she has cancer here, but come on. “Last wish”? She’s so dying.
What an appropriate note to end on.
The latest trend has been emails asking me to confirm my “unsubscribe”. Usually by clicking a link.
Wow. We could play another game of Spot The Red Flag. I bet the first thing he asks for is your bank account info.
Let’s play Spot The Red Flags:
1. “Customer”. These places never call you customer. They call you by the name on your account.
2. The wording is off. Not a lot, but who says “your payment information we hold on record”?
3. They didn’t capitalize the name of their own company. Only once, but still.
4. I don’t actually have a Netflix account. Pretty big red flag.
Okay, I have the opposite problem. If I take this, I’ll go full yeti.
Simple blood sugar fix: add spaces between each letter of each word you type.
If I’m fed up with fake dating, somehow I don’t think your site is going to help me.
The End
By now you’ve probably heard all about the great Tumblr purge of “adult” blogs (quotes added because we all know how big of a crock that is). I don’t think anything I do technically violates their stupid new rules, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I got caught up in it anyway. I’ve vaguely alluded to sex, after all. If I vaguely alluded to gay sex, then I’d definitely be gone, because we all know what this is really about.
I’ve been trying to figure out what to do about it, but frankly I don’t have any good solutions. Even if I can keep posting, do I want to? It’s not like I’ve ever been good at building a following. And I feel like all the things (not to mention the blogs) that I enjoyed are going to be strangled to death by this process anyway. What’s the point of staying if there’s nothing worth staying for?
So. I think it’s time to end this blog, this experiment, this whatever-it-was, although I do so with a heavy heart and a hope that I’ll be able to find another forum to keep posting the stupid spam I’m still getting. To those of you I still follow: it’s because I got something out of it, whether knowledge or just plain enjoyment. Thank you for that. Perhaps I’ll see you in another incarnation. I hope so.
I’ll spend this week as we approach the Day of Reckoning posting the last set of spam I’ll come up with. Maybe it’ll make you smile, or maybe you’ll just ignore it. Either way is good enough for me. This blog was always about what I enjoyed anyway. And that’s okay! If there’s one lesson I would like everyone to learn from me, it would be that it’s okay to do something harmless even if no one else enjoys it but you.
Have a good life.
I don’t suppose it would help if I told them I wasn’t interested, would it?
Snap dot cheat. That’s... a comforting email address.
Hey, I took your stupid pill and I don’t have a stronger, thicker member!
...
No, I don’t have one. But that’s not what you promised, is it?
It’s risk free! Unlike, say, diet and exercise, which will straight up murder you.
No credit card requires?
Because I like the cute little star... I’ll consider it.