You know how I was gonna do this big Facebook experiment? Well, my account got suspended because — here’s a shocker — Facebook is under the impression that Twisty Faster isn’t my real name. Evidently using a nom de bloggue is a capital offense. Unlike the captain of the Costa Concordia, the IBTP page went down with the ship. I’m afraid I was unwilling to administrate the page with my Earth name.
I suppose one of the jacknuts I banned ratted me out. I’ve had that account for over a year, but they only just now got around to kicking me out. Funny how they let that hilarious guy “Joe Ker” — obviously his real name — jizz all over my wall with his funny rape threats.
Apologies to everyone who took the time to friend me, and particularly to the We Blame the Patriarchy group blamers for their generous consideration.
I have to admit, though, I’d be lying if I said my obstreberal lobe wasn’t pulsating with relief. That lobe never did think Facebook was such a hot idea.
Well, I’ll be back later with a gripping post on why radical feminism and sex work advocacy are doomed to catfight in hell forever, but first I’m off to delete my Earthling Facebook account. Best to make a clean break.