I am sad and I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do next and I found people here, which was the important bit, in a way that's hard to imagine anywhere on the corporate web — but fuck me, it's already shaping up to be a long three weeks of extremely white abled people rending their clothes and screaming that this place was Perfect With No Problems, eh?
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in reply to @caffeinatedOtter's post:
Heck, it might be.
What I see now, though, is people in grief. I mean, that's what I am, too.
Of course it's not perfect. Heck, the moderation was very flawed, as was the culture, established from the start. I'd just say flawed things have value, and can be mourned, too.
heck though, the people. the communities here. it'll never exist in the same way, again, even if the same people meet elsewhere.
i stopped myself from hedging like "though i have my issues with Cohost..." because i feel like now is perhaps not the time to bring up valid complaints but i could be wrong
i will definitely be doing my own postmortem on the things i feel could be done better next time
but i am griefstricken with the loss of possibilities as the least-bad option for me and all of the people i have loved meeting here, regardless of my many misgivings
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