Three times. Three. And the last one, without doing a thing.
Not a tweet, not a like, not even a good morning. One day I woke up and I was gone. So I already have my theory. It isn't what I post, it's that I'm there. 😅
Let me tell you what I actually do on X, so you can see the danger. I post photos. Photos of me, in my clothes, in my places. Nothing out of the ordinary, honestly. And I'm not complaining about the ones who show a lot more (all my support, good for them), and I don't think anybody should be censored. I believe in freedom, you know, and in every woman doing whatever she likes with her body and with her life.
What makes me laugh is where they're throwing me out from. Because on X there's bad porn (the kind that does nothing for anybody), violence on every scroll and accounts with things a thousand times more explicit than a photo of me in my underwear. And nothing happens there, that's the standard. But I get thrown out for... existing? Fine. Thanks for the compliment, I suppose.
And what bugs me most, more than the algorithm, is that I'm on X for the people. For my friends and the other girls, for the regulars, for the people I've been reading before bed for years. I'm there to have a good time, not to build anything. When I go in, it's my moment. I sit down, post a photo, reply to a few things, have a laugh and the week melts away. It's my neighbourhood. And I've been thrown out of the neighbourhood without an explanation.
The algorithm doesn't want me and I want it loads. Which is the worst part, it's like the ex who dumps you and you keep asking if everything's fine.
They say they're rules. I say it's hypocrisy: everything that disgusts you is allowed and anything that makes you want something gets the door shut. And then they tell you they'll review your case. Yeah. Like when somebody gives you that line about it's not you, it's me. Sure, darling. Whatever you say.
Meanwhile, here I am, at home, and this one they can't close. No algorithm here, no review, nobody deleting me. Here I come back when I want and say what I want. And you, reading me here, are lucky, because on my website everything reaches you whole and on time.
Maybe I'm just too much for it and it can't handle it. 😏
So no, I'm not going to be sad over an algorithm. Let it think about it, and let it realise what it's missing. I'll carry on with my photos, my people and my quiet moments, because that's what this is about.
When I go back to X (and I will go back, I'm very stubborn and I don't give up) you'll find me the same: posting a photo, as if nothing happened. And if in the end I don't go back, almost better for you, because that way I'm all yours. 😉
Kisses
Nina 💋