Dear ones,
My instagram account was deactivated over the weekend for the second time. My first thought was thank god, or really, Thank Allie, my website designer, for allowing me to add this blog onto my website mid project.
A place where I don’t have to filter my words in fear that I’ll be shut down again.
Just this week alone, three other accounts who talk about trauma informed, human first business practices were deactivated on IG.
Which leaves me wondering, who am I pissing off with my truth?
The first time this happened instagram said it was an accident after I had been reported by anti-queer hate groups—this time though feels different. And while I can’t know, nor desire to spend my time trying to figure it out—I do realize I’ve angered some popular internet folks who don’t like when I explore a new world of business.
One that doesn’t prey on manipulation, or shame.
So now my instagram is private, and I’m left a few options, none of which I really love.
Stay quiet, and make people more comfortable online—this feels like a no for me.
Shift my message to upset people less, and lead you here to the blog.
Stay as I was, and keep blogging, and pray to something in the sky it doesn’t happen again.
What will I do? And why can’t grown ups who don’t like what I have to say come to me and explore the racist practices they’re upholding. Instead of calling upon some friends and going Regina George on my ass.
I am sad, as my options feel limp and I must select the most viable of a weak bunch of options.
So, as much as my heart aches—though my IG is back, which I’m grateful for.
