Your first block! My dear, you have arrived!

I recently experienced my first block, too. Just so we’re clear, I did not block, but oh was I tempted, but rather was blocked. I feel sort of like those who found themselves on Nixon’s Enemies List. Their friends envied them.

I am honored. I feel singled out. Chosen.

Grateful. No more of his misogynist drivel veiled in the erotic and pseudo-worshipful and supposedly-poetic will ever again drain the life out of my feed.

Let’s toast to blocking and being blocked!

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