IT'S LIT! The metaphorical fire in a dumpster-of-the-heart in which I'm burning my "social" media accounts, that is.
I have persisted in maintaining a Phoole page, and a Jane the Phoole page, on ForceBork, along with groups for Phoole & the Gang and the Phoole Patreon Platoon, along with an account on InstaGrunt, ostensibly to alert Phooligans to weekly shows and goings-on.
But over the years, I have watched engagement on FarceBark and InstaGrind dwindle to the tiniest handful of interactors, drowned in antagonistic dopamine-trigger clickbait and throttled with spam. And interactions inside each walled online garden stay in the gardens - links are not clicked; new viewers are not a thing.
Phoole & the Gang is reaching the people it's going to reach. Me slogging to make and post art and links isn't going to fasten one more pair of eyes or ears or set of atria and ventricles on the PhooleOut Shelter.
Plus there's the ghost-like quality of accidentally seeing everyone I know on those platforms cosplaying pre-Pandemicene old-normal, congregating in sweaty heaps, sans respirator masks, sans air cleaning, sans everything. I need to not see that. It hurts my heart too much.
I will show off to you here, then, and once I get the knack of more federated things like Pixelfed et al, I might branch out to those. I welcome you to BOOST MY TOOTS at Mastodon, where I am at https://mas.to/@phoole .