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This is what started my late nights.

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Just remembered I had a dream about a stop motion film where disembodied penises were frolicking through fields of wild flowers and they had tiny straw hats with flowers tucked in them. It was beautiful.

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Can't believe I've listened to the Mozart for Studying playlist so much that when Mozart comes on as I'm riding the mycelium network I'm like, gotta opens a textbook. Highlight something.

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I dream about orcas more than anything else. In the dreams, they are always terrifying, though never doing anything other than existing. They're always close to shore and often incredibly close to people I love who get out of their way at the last second. I don't know why I keep dreaming about them. It's been pretty constant for the past six months.

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Anyone else getting this? I add a Community Label to my posts and then I get this. I requested a second review on a previous photo, and it's still in review. I assume it's some sort of bug? I don't know.

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I made a playlist of all my favourite music that came out in 2022. Do you understand that Beyonce, Megan Thee Stallion, fka twigs, Tove Lo, Taylor Swift, Tegan and Sara, Carly Rae Jepson, Bad Bunny, Lizzo, Charli XCX, Maggie Rogers, Harry Styles, Rosalia, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, and my fave, WILLOW, ALL had new albums out this year? That blows my mind. And they're all quite good? I had trouble picking my favourite songs off of these albums, mostly I just chose a random one, or the most popular one because they're all good songs, Brent.

What have I missed? I am a pop gremlin and I will listen to anything I can dance or cry to. Tell me your favourites of 2022.

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The thing I like about Tumblr is I don't know anyone who is following me. And engagement doesn't matter. And I don't even know how it works. Kind of feels like posting into the ether. AND THAT'S THE BEST THING ABOUT THE INTERNET. Throwing parts of yourself into a void and waiting to see what comes back at you.

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When you've been revisiting Francesca Woodman and get inspired...

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I've been watching asmr videos for about two years now and I have my favourites (Diane at Moonlight Cottage, Semide Coco, Jocie B, and of course Gibi), but this is too much.

I don't understand how all the comments are not just incredibly thirsty horn dogs, because, that's what I turn into when I watch this.

That said, when he says this is a safe space for me to come whenever I need it, I cried. A friend of mine once said there's something incredibly powerful about a really beautiful man giving you care and attention (she was referring to Antoni from Queer Eye) and I get that.

Ugh. So good.

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I'm gonna use this Tumblr as a big explosion of my brain. Enjoy. Or don't. It's fine with me.

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Back for the boobs.

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Am I allowed to link to my OnlyFans here? Lol

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Oh, hi, Tumblr. Long time no see. 

I started an OnlyFans if you miss seeing my butt. 

It’s basically a NSFW Instagram. But with videos. And the chance to buy custom photos. And a bunch of other stuff. SEXY, SPICY STUFF. Stuff I can’t post here on Tumblr anymore. Sademoji.

Also, I have an Instagram I use to post my photography if you miss that too. 

But yay! Come hang out with me on OnlyFans. I miss you. I’ve been having great conversations with people who’ve been following me for years and catching up has been wonderful. I’m also really enjoying the freedom of it all. The freedom to show my nipples. And my butt. And, tbh, my pussy. I also write a lot about desire and vulnerability and sexuality--just like old times! 

<3 Katie

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BETTER THAN IRL: TRUE STORIES ABOUT FINDING YOUR PEOPLE ON THE UNTAMED INTERNET

The internet 10, 15, 20 years ago felt massive, yet tangible, like a vast country I could explore, full of people I could meet and get to know on a deep level. We could be naked in this place, both physically and emotionally. I loved it intensely. Finding my people on the internet allowed me to become a better version of myself. One who wasn't shy, or ashamed, or ignorant, or irresponsible. 

The internet was the catalyst for so much good in my life, and it was all because of the people I found there. These people gathered me into their arms and held me when I was broken and a mess. They taught me about feminism and how to be accountable for my actions regardless of my intentions. They made space for my mistakes and supported my creative endeavours. They gave me feedback that was thoughtful and nuanced; they gave me burritos when I crashed on their couches. They once DJ'd the soundtrack to my life in one of my most memorable internet moments.

I am deeply grateful to the rowdy landscape the internet used to be. I am so full of joy when I think of the friends and lovers and family I made over the last decade or more.

And that's why I'm making this book. I don't ever want to forget what it was like to run wild with a bunch of weirdos from all over the world who had my back. I have a feeling, you can relate.

ONLY THREE DAYS LEFT TO BACK THIS BOOK!

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A Flock of Seagals by Wil Wheaton

This is for everyone who loves obscure visual puns. If I have to say more than that, it's probably not for you. Illustration by Joshua Ellingson.

Speaking of Game of Thrones, this has nothing to do with Game of Thrones!

This silly T-shirt I’m selling with Cotton Bureau is only available for another week or so, and then it’s gone forever. We’ve sold 81, which is 80 more than I expected, but I’d love to get to 100.

So tell all your friends and get ten for yourself, or the wookiee gets it.

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FLOCK OF SEAGALS.

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Lol, sorry, Tumblr, how could I forget how to impress you?

Back my book on Kickstarter. It’s about that time on the internet when we could be naked, physically and emotionally. 

Because you know what I miss? I miss being naked on the internet.

The first time I posted a nude self-portrait online was in 2001, and I was 18. I've been posting my naked body on the internet ever since, moving through DeviantArt, LiveJournal, Flickr, and Tumblr. And now, due to community guidelines and Terms of Service and bills like FOSTA and SESTA, there's no where left for me to be naked on the internet. 

And I miss it. 

I miss being vulnerable and exposed. I miss being in control of what people saw and knew of me. I miss having a cheat code to a connection. I miss being desired by strangers. I miss spreading messages of body acceptance and positivity. I miss giving no fucks about being naked on the internet. I miss encouraging others to do the same, to be in their bodies, to love their bodies. I miss the confidence and strength it gave me. I miss the community of naked internet women I used to be a part of. But there's no where for me to be now. Censoring my work seems contrary to the reason I make it. And if it's not public and for everyone, then I'm not working to normalise sexuality and sensuality and it doesn't feel as satisfying, as purposeful. 

I miss the feeling of freedom that the years from 2001-2013ish gave to me. I miss the people who had seen me naked, both physically and emotionally, before we ever met face-to-face. I miss the trust I was able to have in strangers from the internet. A trust to be kind, to me and to themselves. 

I miss being naked on the internet. When you miss something, what can you do? I decided to make a book about it and hear about what other people miss and how the internet changed them, made them feel they belonged. I want to know what they do now to fill that gap?