I know what ADHD and Autism are- they are, for me, a complete lack of executive functioning skills. Therefore, I have known what it has been like to live with chaos as a life management style. I can improvise with the best of them, but my natural mode is to function as part of a team.

The team I chose is chaos incarnate.

Case in point that this weekend was going to the lake house for the Fourth celebrations for the gated community, then coming back to the farm and settling in with Skyrim. I have done no real writing because I let myself have some vacation time. My WordPress entries are not my main focus anymore, it’s building an audience on Threads. I’m ldlanagan if you want to follow me. But it’s chaos like this:

My voice has been located in Black Threads by Meta, because that’s how it works. They cannot legally divide people by race, but if you post lots about social justice, it flips the switch in the algorithm that you’re black. So anything I post about the civil rights movement, black or queer or both, that screams “Black Threads.” That is because white at Meta is the default and you are sorted by your interests.

So, by quoting Baldwin and King and Morrison and Coates, I have eliminated most white people from my feed. It has never been more peaceful.

Although I did block Streeter because I started to feel like she was pointing posts at me and it was time to change the channel, what I tell all my readers. She’s on a campaign about AI being harmful to her without knowing anything real and just spouts off with her heart.

Valid, but I don’t have to watch it.

She came unglued on some poor girl for saying that she used AI for outlining, not text generation, and Streeter had no compunction about telling her she was a thief. Uneducated, insecure, desperate.

Not my vibe, and not someone I want to work with. So, know that there will be legal complications if Streeter decides to steal my idea, because when I said I wanted to start a TV show based on Portlandia about Baltimore, she didn’t say, “that sounds cool. I’ll help you.” She said, “I will write that.”

No the fuck you won’t. Breathe it with your name behind it and I will timestamp your ass.

You’re just not going to win me with fear and intimidation. That ended when I got the message that I needed to “remember who the fuck I was talking to.”

Oh. Oh, no.

Do not ever in your five-dollar life tell me that because I will MAKE CHANGE.