Have you ever moved, and after looking at your new address you can remember the postal code (or I suppose zip code for some of you) immediately? This is how I feel on writing 2023. The 20s had a rough start to them, now didn’t they? Worldwide union in sickly experience. I feel guilty loving the Plague Inc. game for many years now. I first found it about 12 years ago I believe. It literally has not changed aside from adding different levels like zombie take over, planet of the apes, and so on. Anyways, we are not here to talk about those last couple of years.
What is there to say then? A lot of domestic thoughts. I am in bliss, aside from an ear pain that has decided to rule my week and oh have I ever let it rule. I don’t remember having ear pain like this before. It wakes me up in the middle of the night, and of all the weeks! I had such plans for this week. Such is life. I think often how many years people have survived without the aide of medicine or internet searching. It truly is remarkable how long we have survived, who has survived, and what they experienced. Perhaps we are soft now, or perhaps we just have more time to focus on other things that advance us even further I suppose. Being in pain really is tiresome, and takes up a lot of time and focus. It really isn’t surprising the average life expectancy was around 30-40 for a lot of human history. I don’t think I would have survived that long. Perhaps that is why some people still believe you are so OLD at 30 because, frankly, before you were near your deathbed. A very outdated, but once accurate thought. It takes people a long time to adjust to updated cultural shifts, or so I once learned in a cultural psychology class.
Moving on, Mr. baby is sick, again. I have come to assume he will be attending daycare 50% of the time, due to them sending him home/him being sick. That’s fun. Anytime I coo to others about Mr. baby, I slip in the predicaments and frustrations of the day care situation. They nod, and have a resounding, YES. They understand, going through it as well. A pharmacist, a dental hygienist, a grocery clerk, my family doctor (which is rare to have here in Canada). I complain to everyone about it just to see how many others experience it, frankly. It’s like this well known piece of information I was very ignorant to, until I was in the parental circle of daycare attendees. I was homeschooled until high school, never experienced daycare either. I am learning as I go, oh I am learning deeply, very much so. I have a lot more to say on the whole social construct of this, but this isn’t intended to be a ranting post.
Next, being able to attend the gym finally after four years. FOUR years. Not intentional, circumstantial. How is it time flies faster than the little hummingbird. Sans the ear ache, I have been going regularly, enjoying the faux social interactions, and being forced out of my home. It is way too easy for me to stay home, forget I did not leave, and still find more tasks to do at home. It is a domestic hell level I am very comfy in. With the gym I can fuss over what resistance levels I should do on the bicycle for best efficiency. The best fit exercises for a mesomorph, ponder over my water intake, and track my progress of various statistics. When I became pregnant a few years ago my biggest goal was to make my life as benign, “boring”, and as domestic as possible. So far, so good. The opposite of what my life had been for many years.
I have not written my goals, ideals, and so on yet for the year. There is no rush, but am feeling the hunger to get something down on paper. Before, you know, it’s December again. I looked over a post I made last year and was pleasantly surprised, much of what I had forgotten I intended to do, I actually did do. Because January and February are so mind-numbingly slow in this industry, I suppose it is a good time to do it now. My assumption is everyone got their Christmas credit card bill in January. Then the hot reminder of taxes is fast approaching. Ah, but then, Spring skirts and dresses erase all memories of those worries. I was never a big Christmas person until this last Christmas. Now I am already looking forward to Christmas again. I shoved my fake snow frosted pink Christmas tree into Mr. Baby’s room. Perhaps it will stay there all year. Why not? I told a close friend of mine this and she said she had done the same with her son when he was younger. Then, as Christmas approached, out dragged the Christmas tree from his room. Ta-Dah! I am starting to think you can only get away with this for so many years before the kid polices you on properly letting them decorate a fresh tree or something yearly. I shall let you know.
This is where I leave you today as my ear is hurting a lot and I am going to have a bath.
Update: January 2023, apparently all it took was Elon Musk taking over Twitter to magically POOF remove shadowban for us lovely hoe ladies. My SFW account is fine now. The End.
Happy Easter! Abundance of Love & Positivity to You
Search suggestion ban on twitter for SFW accounts (IG appropriate pictures), is it possible to remove suggestion ban? So far, yes, sort of
Hello, because the algorithms are constantly changing, I have been trying to gather info between my own anecdotal trials, discussions with others, observations of others, reddit posts, and googled articles. I used to have an account that had organic growth on twitter while still advertising but the pictures were safe for work IG style. A NSFW account will automatically be search and suggestion banned, that’s fine. Over time my growing SFW account became search suggestion banned.
I gained 11,000 people organically in three months when it was growing. Which you can then link your NSFW profile from the bio of your SFW profile (mine was with no issues). I think talking about breaking my ankle tanked my account to be honest. As when I look at my analytics that is when it tanked and break/broke/broken are negative words in sentimental analysis. Go figure being a genuine, real person is actually a horrible idea.
Right now I have 3 accounts, one is search suggestion available + search available. One is search available and am trying to remove the suggestion ban, one is fully NSFW, and a fourth was permanently suspended during the war purge last month (I used that account maybe once a day with no groups, I do strongly feel it got purged because the negative sentiment was too high as it was a more domme account which is considered twitter negative).
A newer account will be on search ban and search suggestion ban for a few days to 2 weeks
An account less than one year has the most fragility in terms of becoming
Accounts not search banned and not search suggested banned either did not chat at all or follow many/any people OR they had an EXTREMELY positive chat relation with very low links, and would post very positively on non shadow banned girl accounts in addition to dropping that profile in groups sometimes. OR they were mainly a chatty account with very few to no pictures and linked maybe once to their work stuff.
You can be search banned but NOT search suggestion banned (organic growth) which is much better than being suggestion banned yet search available (no organic growth)
I successfully had one account search + search suggestion banned and removed -both-, but this was on my newer account, it was lifted instantly for search ban, and about a day for search suggestion banned.
What will get you search banned or suggestion banned?
Having too high of a negative sentiment score (the threshold seems to be extremely low depending on age of account)
Social media links too frequently (what is frequently?)
Mentioning obvious terms such as hump day, despite the actual content being OK. I posted a butt picture I have on instagram (okay), and posted it on two of the twitter accounts. I said hump day on one and it was automatically censored if you aren’t logged in. The other one I did not mention hump day and the photo was not censored. I then posted a big boobs cleavage picture and wrote hump day (despite it obviously not being a butt pic) and it was automatically censored.
Aside from words, tie strength is the other biggest factor in getting you hidden. Interacting with accounts that are suggestion and/or search banned will put negative marks on your account.
There is an interests list that twitter gathers on you, if possible, uncheck all of those.
You can layer shadowbans, so if you have a shadowban for a week but do a violation, you just extended it. My original big growth account I had abandoned for a month and it exploded in growth. I’ve noticed this same trend on IG and Tik Tok. So right now am going to abandon my older suggested banned account while checking its search status to see when/if it will become unbanned that way or whether I need to increase stronger tie strengths.
I have a suspicion that if you post pictures often, even if they aren’t links, that you are going to get censored more easily for chatting. On the flip side, if you chit chat more and post less pictures, I think you can say more negative sentiment words.
Replying to comments may have effect to boost an account but they should be extremely positive and upbeat. There are sentimental analysis calculators you can find. Cute but not sexual emojis seem to be fine for captions on pictures
Using groups for SFW pictures in NSFW groups seems to be fine but as long as infrequently (how often is infrequently?)
Check your shadowban status here https://hisubway.online/shadowban/ (I posted this on twitter as a test and my account was IMMEDIATELY locked which I found hilarious).
You should also go into a private tab and search word for word your account.
If it is not search suggested banned: while typing yournamehere it will begin to show up around yournam
If you are search suggested banned: you will have to go to people and spell the name out entirely
If you not search banned: your posts will show up that people have replied to
If you are search banned: you have to literally type in the actual URL to go to that profile to even find the posts
How did I remove the search ban on that newer account?
I deleted posts that the algorithm considered negative and had censored (seeing from a private tab). Immediately it was lifted.
What does it censor? Words with negative sentiment or very obviously sexy links
What is negative? Anything serious, even remotely serious, of course obvious negative words with like a don’t or dis- et cetera, and curse words
How did I remove the search suggested ban on the newer account?
I un-liked all the other girl posts I had liked, about 5 (ironically suggested by twitter but I hadn’t searched to see if they were search banned, but obviously their suggestion ban was okay). My suggestion ban was removed the next day. I had made positive comments on all the other girls’ accounts which stayed. I am also not following many people as it matters a lot if your following ratio is very skewed to follower ratio. I think this is why I see some successful accounts have 0 people they follow.
With all this said, my main goal is to try to remove the search suggestion ban on my older, previously organically growing account. Having a blue check gives you apparent immunity, but is not realistic for all of us to receive. My second goal is to grow my fresh account while monitoring very closely to see what shadow bans it, what doesn’t, unlike before.
So far I am thinking best advice is to have no personality (no really) or an extremely enthusiastic personality for a SFW IG picture style profile. OR have more personality with very few to no pictures on that profile. You can then link your NSFW profile from the bio or have a pinned tab you never retweet. NSFW doesn’t have to be necessarily naked either, it can be lewd, or maybe you just are more outspoken on it, link more et cetera.
Why do I think this is important to have a SFW profile growing organically?
Because platforms are becoming worse and worse. I know some girls who have grown profiles with all or a lot of organic growth 500k – million, it is ideal if you can sustain a social media and organic on at least one platform! Even if it isn’t that large, it is a safe spot.
Actions I am trying to remove the suggestion ban on my older account
Not using it for one week (currently at this step)
Removed 90% of my posts, all of them considered negative in twitter’s eyes (currently at this step)
I left about 10% negative and then the rest positive (currently at this step)
Removed my likes from majority stuff
Removed my retweets (currently at this step)
Unchecked all my interests (currently at this step)
Funneling tik tok traffic to twitter (linked in bio, currently on this step but also wondering if that is what increased my bots so much)
I also have a higher bot following than I would like, so if all above doesn’t work am going to tediously remove and block those. Right now it is at 32%. I have noticed well performing accounts at 20%, even as low as 1% (with a 2 million account) which leads me to believe that may be a heavy factor
Will unfollow every single person
Will delete every single tweet
Will delete every single like
Will remove profile entirely and re-do
Will not use it for one month
Will comment every couple days with positive comments only on non shadow banned accounts only
Will drop pictures in groups here and there If none of this works then I will give up as I am not sure what else could be done to “fix” an account.
Also, also. After my main NSFW account was permanently suspended, it says you can’t make any new twitters. Well.
That isn’t true. Haha. I did, so I made two new accounts (1 NSFW, 1 new SFW, and have my already older SFW account). I did this on the same phone, shared phone number, same IP address as well. I think ideally you could have a chatty SFW account or a picture SFW account that has organic growth hitting the demographic you want, and then the link to your heavy advertisement/nsfw account can be in the bio for those interested can find your information. Because twitter collects so much information on your interests, it can and does hit the local demographics you want IF you want it to you can train the algorithm further by liking and following interests within that goal.
Having at least one strong social media account can also help you verify on certain platforms as well. Like sextpanther you require a certain amount of followers to be accepted.
Extra info you may or may not know already: NO BIKINIS OR LINGERIE IN YOUR BANNER PICTURE EVER, AND DO NOT PUT IN YOUR PROFILE PICTURE. There is a regular purge every several months, even if it is fine now, it may tank and it is a lot more painful losing a bigger account than smaller. I would also avoid booty, even if in yoga pants, as butt triggers majority social media platforms. Half butt, and if you have a big butt, well that is obviously more butt and is harder to cover haha.
Yes, I could make a new account anytime something is shadow banned, but I do feel there is more value if you can maintain a strong account with good engagement for the long term. Finding out how to get out of a shadowban, finding out how to avoid shadowbans in first place is a lot less stressful, especially when the yearly bi-yearly purges happen.
Blossoming collection of banned accounts:
Tumblr: 55K
Twitter: 38K High negative sentiment due to domme words, war purge, and largest purge of sex workers we’ve ever seen on twitter.
Tik Tok: 103k Huge cleavage related, white shirt. Irony how anti nipples tik tok is, so you wear a bra, but then wearing a bra makes your boobs look HUGE, and well that is a big no no too. Related to live, I believe lives are most sensitive?
IG: Can’t remember fan count
IG: 33k Talking in DMs and maybe half butt on profile? Captions? Still a mystery there. DMs are monitored so I would not suggest even if you are talking to a boyfriend or something anything flirty.
For as long as I can remember, when I think of someone, they either walk past me immediately, message me within one to three days, or I run into them that same day. It has been heightened the last few weeks. It ranges from thinking of someone, with no other thought related to them, or it has a specific tie to them. I’ve always been super interested in synchronicity or meaningful coincidences because of this. Apparently synchronicity happens when we are in flow with the universe, that tapping into the collective unconscious, rather than insisting the universe flow our way. I think about it like a radio station you tune into, except, the other person has to be on same frequency, else the connection is lost. Some people I have very strong connections to, and those are the more detailed thoughts or immediate encounters. It makes sense to me, with someone like a best friend. My bestest best friend soul mate friend, my other soul half of a bestie type bestie. It doesn’t make as much sense to me when it is a stranger, especially a stranger with no previous contact.
Maybe it is like a beckoning, I beckon them, some resist. Some tune in. Some resist, but tune in sooner than they would have liked. A couple of days ago I was thinking about my best friend, how I wished she was out on a walk with me. I began walking with my mini me to try to exhaust him better for evenings, I was about to go home then he actually wanted to keep going. We began a different path home than I had intended. You see, this always happens when my path is changed, an unintentional change of direction, then the run in happens with whom I am thinking. I was wishing my best friend would be on walks with us, just to give me some fucking sanity as Mr. baby was fighting me about safety. I wish I was in a more residential area, there are cars everywhere here, it stresses me out. I can only hope his stubbornness and diamond will power does him well one day in something. Right now, it sucks. It fucking sucks so much to be around. Then, there she is. My bestest best friend, I didn’t recognize her at first, I was almost looking through her. I exclaimed I had just been thinking of her and wishing she was on a walk with us. She said that was so funny because she was just thinking of me too and a walk. She and I hadn’t talked about going on walks together, but apparently we had both thought it. We walked more together, she got me an energy drink while I struggled with Mr. baby to wait for her outside the gas station. I told her I would message her when we go on walks as we both need to reclaim sanity. I need to be around someone that won’t flicker a moment of me feeling immensely sour. She can be the same way towards me and I am happy we have been friends for so long.
Yesterday we walked again, we happened to both be out again, a much different time and day than the last run in. She found me with my screaming toddler because I didn’t want him to throw a rock into the highway. We walked together, she bought me liquor and frankly, I get it why there are so many wine mom memes. Oh I fucking get it. I rarely drink, but at this point, I think it might be something to take up more often for the time being. I’ve probably thrown out or given away more alcohol than I have drank in my life, most of it tastes gross, but I get it.
Anyways, there is this guy. There is this guy in my building that I first noticed several months ago, maybe a year now since my broken ankle and recovery sliced a nice half of the year up. I used to frequent the park near daily to exhaust Mr. baby of course and is a nice little community hub of all the local parents. I actually can’t remember…why…or when, I just remember gushing uncontrollably to my best friend about this guy. This guy I had seen in my building, I thought he was hot. I don’t even want to scroll back to the messages to see what I wrote. I don’t want to feel that. I don’t want to feel how I felt. I saw him a couple times, and we noticed each other. It is interesting with the masks to see what people look like, just the eyes or what type of mask/scarf they wear. He isn’t a mask guy, he is a scarf guy. He has a son, I think eight or nine? I thought of him, I thought about him a lot. Then I am at the park. There he is. I think of him again, we walk by mere moments of probably should have missed each other, running into each other with fast walking speed on the way out, towards the mail. We are almost always passing each other. Opposites. Opposite directions. One time at the park Mr. baby ran up to him, he is very athletic and sporty, Mr. baby was interested in the ball that time. I apologized.
I hadn’t seen him in months, mostly because I have been the most house bond I ever have in my life. While injured I didn’t leave my place for three weeks, then two weeks, and frankly got so used to not leaving my place, even after I got better I would sometimes not leave for a week at a time. Even though I love going for walks, I don’t love screaming toddler walks though, and those are the only walks I have. Sometimes screaming, sometimes not. Unpredictable at the very least. I used to walk two or three times a day before I got injured, now I am back to once sometimes twice a day. I have a set routine for a lot of things, but for stuff I hate doing like taking out the garbage, no there is definitely not a certain time I do it. Yet, I almost always see the neighbour, I see that neighbour when I am taking out the trash, taking out the recycling, going to the mail. An impulsive, fuck I should really do this or I won’t, type action. I’ll think of him, I’ll think about how I need to do this stupid chore, and then poof. There he is, going the opposite direction. I have said hi to him sometimes, he doesn’t respond. I feel like he was happier before. Happier when I used to pass him.
Now, when I think of him I wonder, why are we interconnected? Why do we have synchronicity. As my connections have previously happened with people I had interacted with more prior. With him, we haven’t even had a conversation. I don’t have a crush on him anymore, and I dislike when I see him now. I dislike it because I don’t understand why we are in sync, yet I feel he does not seem open to it or is not aware of it. He seems like a single dad, which is fine, and whether he is or was dating someone is also fine, I just like to get to the bottom of why I am connected to someone. The more connected to someone I am, the faster and more specific the happenings are surrounding them, like with my best friend. With the neighbour, it certainly is not delayed. Which, again, is bizarre for someone I do not know.
I understand there are the particular types that will focus on coincidences, and I think unless this sort of thing has happened to you enough times through your life. You can’t not…believe in some sort of frequency connection between people. I’ve had a lot of weird shit happen to me in my life. Whether I stumble into someone’s life and I unmeaning to shove…something, usually good, thankfully, but a catalyst for something big in their life. It happened with my sister because of my injury, a couple of things, she said were my fault but in a good way. With others, often I have arrived shortly after someone has died, like it has happened so many times it kind of pisses me off. When I worked in a hospice palliative care, even weirder stuff happened. But the people who work there know this and experience it too.
I am chaos. I am the whirlwind energy. Burning bright.
At this point I think the neighbour and I are in sync on both being miserable. Which isn’t much of anything, as many people are miserable. What I have experienced before is I think of a person, and they think of me back, it isn’t a one sided thing. I wonder what he is thinking then. When I had more zest left in my cup a couple years ago, I likely would have walked up to him and said I’d been thinking of him, and obviously he had been too which is why we kept running into each other. Except, now a days, surviving each day is the maximum goal. I don’t think my zesty cup is gone, but it certainly is on hiatus.
Actually, last time I saw the neighbour I had brown hair. Now I have ginger, maybe he doesn’t recognize me, but people locally always recognize Mr. baby everywhere I go. I am incognito, behind the mask, but him, nope. I’ve ran into the neighbour three times this week, twice in a couple hours actually. Always opposites, he is leaving, I am arriving or I am leaving, and he is arriving. Both with our mini me.
Two sailing ships passing by. Always opposite. So close, yet so far away.
Perhaps that is a lot of it. I have suffocated the entirety of my chaos, my impulsivity. I have always loved and been amazing at organizing, planning, but felt stabilized planning a day for free impulsivity. Now I have zero. I have fucking zero and have for what seems to be an eternity of a couple years. Within all that chaos my luck had lived and thrived. Within that chaos, my happiness had blossomed. Controlled and measured, but not suffocated like it has been. I thrive in chaos, I thrive in uncertainty. Always moving, fast. Fast, like the hummingbird. And I have a whole thing with hummingbirds, too, haha. They have been a signal for me, showing up in places they have no fucking business showing up in. A very in your face check point, reminder. Including quite literally being inside my god damn place last year. I came home and a fucking hummingbird was in my place. It took me an hour and a half to help the little one get out. It stuck with me even more that day as I had been listening to Leonard Cohen’s, Listen to the Hummingbird all day that day, after discovering it for the first time. Then there they were, my little buddy. I have pictures of them, on top of my fridge I shall find for another day. I fed them a raspberry. I love these little enigma birdies.
Edit: I wasn’t going to post this, not unless I saw him again when I impulsively went to my storage to grab some stuff for my desk in separating it. I don’t think of him each time I leave my place, but this made sense to me today. I rarely leave my place at this time. As I was coming back, someone entered the building and was talking to another. Who was he talking to?
The neighbour.
The neighbour I always see. And this time we were both going up.
Except, he takes the stairs. I assume he lives on a lower floor then. I often take the stairs too, when alone or if I don’t have the stroller, Mr. baby and I take the stairs many floors up. Not today though, not with the heavy items I was carrying. Instead, I shared the elevator with another neighbour, he was talking to.
So in saying all of this, he is my signal, he is my reminder how important my impulsivity is to me in thriving or experiencing luck. Whether we ever talk or not. He is meaningful in my life. Meaningful without realizing his importance. Fleeting importance I am assuming, none the less just as important.
The mere moments between missing another person and not I find fascinating. One more second, one less second. It can change everything and nothing. I’ve passed him four times in the last couple of days. Hence, I will take these meaningful coincidences. These things can cause you to stop and pay attention, cozy up to the present. What is happening and the feelings surrounding that. The fears and doubts holding one back from desires. Although I find Jung’s research close, I came across Gibbs A. Williams. I am going to buy his book and below is a quote about it I find appealing.
“His naturalistic perspective is in marked contrast to the findings of Jung and his followers, who view these odd events as “channeled” messages from a transcendent realm of spiritual reality. Instead, Williams concludes that meaningful coincidences are the surface manifestations of an individual’s unique creative process, accommodating the “best” available resolution of a problem for a person initially feeling “stuck” in a seemingly intractable dilemma.
While his analysis robs the magic associated with only reacting to the “numinous uncanny aura” associated with synchronicities, it nevertheless affirms a wondrous appreciation for the creative capacities of each person to order his or her own chaos. Readers are treated to a rich mine of historical data, novel concepts, and theoretical insights drawn from speculative philosophy, depth psychology, and esoteric occult and spiritual traditions, and they are shown how to decode their own synchronicities in order to be able to use their embedded “messages” for increased self-awareness, cohesiveness, and expanding consciousness”
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