Sometimes I feel like Tumblr is limiting my ability to enjoy things. Communities feel closed off, following tags of things you like just results in endless discourse or hate posts about the thing. I unfollowed several people a few months ago because I felt like they were just constant sources of judgement and negativity, and that was a good call, but even now I feel like I’ll occasionally just run into a post that’s someone screaming that every source of joy in your life is wrong where everything that has once brought you comfort makes you a terrible human being. And now it’s just scary to do anything because someone’s going to come at you for it. I had like half a week of some strong gender business a little while ago and the same was true of sexuality business several years ago and I just don’t talk about those things anymore, because around every corner is someone shrieking No.

It feels a lot now like the only thing I can do is just like everything that I like and do everything that I do totally in isolation to preserve it for myself, even though I’d long for people who want to share it. Everything is just fear and eggshells.