Sex Wounded Tumblr But Tumble Will Survive
I have always loved working on Tumblr. So, when what has been going on at Tumblr hit the front page of the New York Times, I felt compelled to respond. Sans peur et sans reproche.
A lot of my work goes up on Tumblr, and I still love it. I don’t understand why people can’t just ignore the sex sites if they find them offensive. Don’t follow them, don’t look at them, don’t linger. I don’t find sex to be the problem. In America, it’s always Americans who are the problem. America will always find sex offensive because Americans are so morally hypocritical and Tumblr became their latest victim. There will be more. There always is.
Americans never have sex, right.
Americans are uncomfortable with life. Anyone who blazes a new path needs to be constantly looking over one’s shoulder because Americans will get you and destroy you with impunity. Tumblr got in their gun sights. How do you remain edgy and obscure the sex. As a writer, that is the fundamental problem that as a novelist, I am condemned to grapple with, and never successfully.
Tumblr was hot dope for a while. Today, I swim through it, but there’s nothing that is ecstatic about being there, being alive, just being and celebrating that with photographic flurry. I am a photographer, too, and can’t stop posting there even though the literary haters who hate me, and my books, found a vulnerable place to burn down my addiction. But I have written under many pseudonyms, and now use one at Tumblr which is a take-off of my own name. Tumblr is both the past and the future of the Internet.
Tumblr is a dance with life.