So a rich manbaby took over Twitter, and is tearing it apart in realtime. Some of my most loyal followers, on that platform where I’d worked hard for years to build a following, are already gone. There’s nothing quite like Twitter out there.
So the obligatory question becomes…now what?
Honestly, I don’t know. I’m not leaving Twitter until they make me leave, and I am still not convinced that the guy isn’t going to try and sell off the company he himself admits he didn’t actually want to buy. Obviously, finding other platforms where people are going is a good idea, but that requires necessarily starting from scratch. This requires time and attention and in some cases money, all of which are in short supply for me, running a one-woman operation.
I am now on Cohost, at https://cohost.org/riversidewings , and you’re welcome to follow me there. It’s not the same as Twitter– it feels more like Tumblr and Livejournal were in their better days– but it’s a new platform being grown slowly and steadily, and I like that.
I’m on Mastodon, but in between instances at the moment, and Mastodon’s got a learning curve that means not everyone’s gonna be going there.
I’m on Patreon of course, at patreon.com/riversidewings, where I recently picked up again with #FridayNightHistory: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74051392
Beyond that, I’m in the same platforms I’ve always been on, trying to figure out how to pick up and keep going. But as I watch Twitter die, I can’t help but feel angry.
I was managing, and then the wealthiest man in the world decided to come in like a sledgehammer, rather than do anything constructive.
None of this had to happen.
And yet, here we are.