Here, at the end of Twitter, I find myself…grateful. I don’t think we used this site properly at all, but honestly?? This was an amazing place to be. I loved live-tweeting the Super Bowl and the Oscars. Loved watching people respond to culture touchstones in real time.
I met so many amazing people here. I was able to keep in touch with so many more. I found a community I never thought I would here — black geeks and furries who had experiences and reference points like mine. And I got to learn about the intimate experiences of so, so many.
Twitter made me a more anxious, insecure, thoughtful, engaged, curious, and better person.
I will miss it when it goes. But I’m happy that this ruined the completely fabricated reputation of the avatar of the worst traits of late capitalism in the process.
Twitter is how I learned about the privileges I have, and where I rediscovered a sense of social responsibility. I learned about my blind spots, and how to be empathetic to those who hadn’t discovered theirs yet. I learned the value of crafting rhetoric here.