NO ONE can ever call me a fake.
Ever!
I admit to backbiting and backstabbing some people.
Who hasn’t?
And who doesn’t deserve to be talked behind their back?
But never, ever, do I lie to my public.
I may exaggerate, I may underplay, but I never lie.
That’s why I enjoy being myself on social media.
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Granted that Facebook restricted my account for one week starting on my 53rd birthday.
I don’t know the real deal, but what the Facebook ban taught me is that: I don’t need Facebook in my life. Haha.
To be very honest, Facebook could have been triggered by a picture of a half-naked man, wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, but with his ginormous manhood clearly outlined.
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I mean, you can’t miss it because it looks like a third leg.
I tried to put some text around the crotch area to cover it up a bit before posting it on My Story (or is that My Day?), not on my Facebook wall.
So, what the heck, Facebook?
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The guy was my birthday weekend prostitute, if you can call him that.
A birthday gift to myself at 53.
So I posted on My Day: “It’s sad that I had to pay this boy for sex. Thank God, I got enough savings! Happy birthday to me, Motherf*ckers!”
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Oh, well.
Maybe, I did breach some FB Community Guidelines on sex, nudity, sexual content, and whatever bullet I didn’t dodge.
So, I took the flak.
My account was “restricted” for 7 days.
In olden days, we called it “suspension”.
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Surprisingly, I felt more freedom after the Facebook judgment.
I felt liberated from Facebook.
Facebook can f*ck itself.
I don’t need it.
I felt I am bigger than Facebook.
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I also felt that I am a better judge of community standards because I know exactly what I’m posting, and I’ve seen posts worse or more sexually offensive than mine.
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Whether I return as an avid Facebooker after my restrictions are lifted remains to be seen.
I had a great week without Facebook.
I wrote more advance articles for Panay News, I read my book, I watched Netflix and Amazon movies, I planned the rest of #ThePSN PINK Ambassadorial Tour of Europe.
I even finished “Squid Game” in two days.
Plus, I met several people on Grindr who happened to define my glorious life in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in the first two weeks of 2022.
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I don’t believe in Facebook guidelines because I’ve seen breaches, and Facebook has allowed them so many times.
I feel offended that they took serious notice of my posts which were much milder than the others I’ve seen.
But I’m also thinking that I’m a high profile Facebooker.
And, of late, I’ve been very vocal about my Pink Campaign, and Leni for President in 2022 movement.
So yeah, I imagine loyalists and oppositionists watching my every move, and reporting my account every so often.
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But here’s my thing: People have been accusing me of cyber bullying because I squash nincompoops on Facebook.
But am I really a bully?
Or people are just real cry-bullies?
They bully first, and when I give them a fight, they cry that I am bullying them.
See how stupid that is?
So, my social media enemies have these fake accounts, and they come and go.
And still I remain, with my original account unchanged since 2009.
I’ve never been restricted for bullying. Never!
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About sex, nudity, and sexual content, well, I am a sex guru, and sex positivist, am I not?
As far as community guidelines are concerned, do they think that they are smarter than I when we talk about smut, pornography, and sexual exploitation?
Why, are they feeling exploited?
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Because as I see it, I know more about art and literature than 95% of the people on this planet.
Thus, I can more expertly call what is art, and what is porn or smut.
And I would never, ever, publish porn on social media.
(Although, yeah, I have entertained thoughts of publishing a porn magazine in this decade.)
So, please!/PN
