Creating new roadblocks to prevent fascist, fucktard parents and other narcissistic entities from censoring THEBADBOOB.com. Actively being censored. WordPress.com is a joke.
Where do we go from here?
I’ve researched a new method to secure the site, soon, and Substack has decided not to censor posts. So I have options. I’ve taken down the blog post on my own accord and have started amassing journals instead, which can/will be published whenever I feel.
For now, a return to short stories, possibly short films but I honestly don’t feel like shooting anything right now. So maybe one day. Difficult to imagine shooting a movie when I don’t have the attention span to watch. I binge movies and then I don’t watch them again for years.
So it’s not a priority.
In the meantime, I’m reinvesting time into my mental and physical health.
My hands won’t heal, concussion won’t heal, not getting enough sleep. Maybe I write something, maybe I don’t. Maybe I shoot something, maybe I don’t. Who cares.
I’m not in any rush.
Election season’s over, time to sleep.
Long season, bumpy ride. Long year. Many obstacles. I’m debating whether or not I pursue Substack and Rumble, alternatives. Alternative to shitty WordPress.
Am I responsible for my family’s denial of traumatic events. Hardly.
Am I responsible for their reactions? Hardly.
Do I care about the impact I’ve created? Yeah, wicked cool man.
Maybe you assholes should try therapy, losers.
I’ve worked hard enough over the past year, taking personal time.
Peace.
THE BADBOOB 