Though my history with tumblr is strange and in some ways quite long, I only really joined the site in late 2022.
I had been drawn in by the screenshots of half-decade old in-jokes and art, reposted without consultation onto the only social media I had been allowed at the time (Pintrest).
From my younger days in the wilds that were the early 2010's I had yearned for the kind of community that it seemed to provide, the hope for those strange and nerdy and, though I had not known at the time, queer.
People like me were few and far between in the halls of repression carved by the deeply catholic environment in which I was raised. Fun right, anyway, at the time tumblr seemed like this great safehaven of nostalgic fun, but like a lot of things I eventually had to grow the fuck up and realise that the world if full of shit.
And amazingly it was amoung the growing harrasment campeigns by the dear fuckhead CEO, that the long simmering realisations I had tried my best to hold at bey, because I though I had better things to deal with, began to boil over.
You see, what I could never have guessed, despite being a walking cliché and not having a single cishet friend, was that I was not exactly the boy I had though I was. To be honest blahaj should have told me when I bought them.
All of this is to say, Tumblr's historic crash and burn happened during a time I myself was only just realissing how I too should have been aflame, and I was poised to leave perfectly. Supposedly I had no investment having only just joing, so why did I hold out so long, why did I stay?