PODBOY

In response to the NSFW ban being enacted by Tumblr Staff, on December 17th 2018 I propose that we all log off of our Tumblr accounts for 24 hours.

The lack of respect and communication between staff and users is stark. Users have been begging staff to delete the porn bot outbreak, which has plagued the website for well over a year. The porn bots oftentimes send people asks and messages, trying to get them to go to a website full of viruses. They also spam advertisements on others posts.

Users have also begged that Tumblr ban neo-nazis, child porn, and pedophiles, all which run rampant on the site. The site/app got so bad that it was taken off the app store.

However, instead of answering the users, Tumblr has instead taken the liberty to ban all NSFW content, regardless of age. But users have already run into issues of their SFW content being marked as sensitive and being flagged as NSFW, not allowing them to share their work.

Not only does this discriminate again content creators, but it also discriminates against sex workers. Disgustingly, the ban will be enacted on December 17 which is also International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.

This ban is disgusting, and while I (and plenty of others) welcome porn bots and child porn being banned, the Tumblr filtration system is broken. It tags artistic work’s nipples as NSFW (when it is art), it tags SFW art as NSFW (when it is not), and does not stop the porn bots, neo-nazis and dozens of other issues.

This ban is discriminatory. This ban is ineffective. This ban is unacceptable.

To protest, log off of your Tumblr account for the entirety of December 17th. Log off at 12 am EST or 9PM PST and stay off for 24 hours. Don’t post. Don’t log on. Don’t even visit the website. Don’t give them that sweet ad revenue.

Tumblr’s stock has already taken a hard hit. Let’s make it tank. Maybe then they will listen to the users.

Dweller in the Hollow

Truckee, California, December 19, 1993: 21:36 GMT 39.32612° -120.2122° E

Pine Cone Diner the sign sputtered green beneath a quaint rafter sagging with snow. ɿɘniᗡ ɘnoƆ ɘniꟼ the sign flickered across Mulder’s bowed thatch of auburn hair as he pored over a small mountain of yellowed newspaper clippings.

Pine Cone Diner the sign dazzled beyond the crystal-sheeted windshield of Scully’s eggplant Grand Marquis. ɿɘniᗡ ɘnoƆ ɘniꟼ reflected the light on Scully’s windshield to the pale nude humanoid leaping from redwood bough to bough.

Above the road and through the lace curtains of falling snow, a dark darting globe of an eye, and then closer, within it a small green light..

“Another cuppa Joe, Mr. Smith?” Asked the waitress who’s name tag read Phyllis. Her dress matched her gum.

“Oh I couldn’t possibly…turn that offer down. Thank you once again, Phyllis.” Mulder replied with a grin.

The car door opened and Scully got out porting a stately red parka with black velvet lapels and substantial buttons to match. Grey pleated wool suitpants are what she donned beneath. Promptly registering the mountain chill she leaned in over the passenger seat–

–through the eyes and ears of some desperate animal her red shape cast psychedelic ripples, her grunts of effort submerged and indistinct. It scuttled toward her across the snowy diner’s lot–a rabid vantage on her prone frame–

To the foot and climb and then we feast–to the foot and climb and then we feast–TO THE FOOT—

–“See you came all dressed-up for the fox hunt!”

Scully lurched upward and whacked her head hard on the car-roof.

“Hate to break it to you, Scully, but this is BEAR country”, said her partner silkily with raised eyebrows and his trademark smirk.

“Mulder for fuck’s sake when are you going to grow up?!”, yelled Scully, rhetorically.

She finally wrenched the briefcase from the car and slammed the door rubbing the top of her head, glowering at Molder with her white upper canines just visible behind fire-engine red lipstick.

“Well very nice to see you too, partner. And what brings you out to this fine local establishment on such a snowy winter’s eve? Tis’ not a fit night out for man nor beast…”.

“I think you know perfectly well, Mulder–emergency telegram to my great aunt’s cabin in Catoctin Furnace?? Next flight to Tahoe City?? This seriously better be good is all I have to say.”

“Okay, seriously? Let’s get inside quick. It’s cold…and we are not alone.”

From the back seat of Scully’s darkened car, Phyllis stared sideways after the couple. In silence, her toothless mouth shuddered open much too wide and snapped shut all at once, over and over. Within the frozen lake of her black pupil, a little green light…

To be continued in Dweller in the Hollow Part 2

To my loyal fans its a pretty sad day here at the blog as many of you have heard from me we lost a big part of our RCS family “Chillie Boy”. We’re continuing to search for answers prime suspect is stalled molt due to PH flux but we do know a few things for sure: 1. Chillie Boy was a Grade AA/A specimen I still feel came from solid stock. 2. He really lit up the tank and had a great chill/agreeable/steady attitude that used to bust me up laughing–HUGE personality for an adolescent RCS!!! 3. The RCS blog can no longer go on b/c he was my only RCS so far. So this is good-bye. Anyhow, hopefully I did my small little part to spread the good word across the country on RCS for the home and hobby. RIP Chillie Boy