Cassielanthropuss

A better world is possible. Good night.

Roughly 48 hours left before read-only, give or take.
I have little to say that hasn't already been said, but apparently that won't stop me from failing to wax philosophical or something.

In hindsight it's hard to imagine something like this lasting long, 2 years is an incredible run. Not only am I glad Cohost existed, I'm glad it ended this way.

Vast numbers of people are exploited and murdered to make an imaginary line go up, and while there's plenty of room for improvement, Cohost sometimes gave us a tiny glimpse of something better. Some will say it isn't worth doing. We've already proved them wrong.

It feels so ridiculous to mourn a website of all things. I'm not the only one to express this, perhaps proving how much we needed it. I believe that, in a post-capitalist world, spaces like this would be the norm. Our problems won't disappear, but we could finally catch a fucking break.

I regret not participating more. It's become increasingly obvious to me that I have severe social anxiety, partly from traumatic experiences with social media in general. Cohost was a cozy place for me to (almost) silently observe people being themselves, like the cat that I am.

In the time I've been here:

• My partner suffered multiple seizures, breaking both shoulders in the process.
• I've escaped from my intensely bigoted father.
• My chronic illnesses have slowly worsened, making it even more difficult to socialise offline.
• I finally caught COVID for the first time, 5 years after its outbreak.

It's oddly fitting that some of my fondest memories of this place are from some of the worst times in my life. Setting my morning alarm to BB-8's Love Honk remix while I house sit for my partner during her months long hospital stay. Writing a terrible cheesy fanfic about chronic pain between episodes that left me writhing in bed trying not to scream. Adding a truly obnoxious number of vintage 2000s userbars (some of which I used back then) to my profile, while doubting if I'm even worth preserving.

Who'd have thought a blogging site full of people being their queerest, nerdiest, furriest selves would be balm for my afflictions?

Thank you, Eggbug, to me you will always be the Cohost with the mohost.