Well, I'm not in the college grindstone for now, and I'm back with family 
again for the time being. Picked up a remote contract thing the university 
was offering, but hadn't done much with that yet.

Anyways... it's June. Pride Month, as the terminally online call it. Call 
me old-fashioned, but I don't mind the lack of any real push for it this 
year. Yeah, the Twitter gimmick accounts are annoying about it as always, 
but this is also Twitter we're talking about. It was never good to begin 
with, and the only thing really keeping me from ditching it is that 
Bsky.social is far, FAR worse. I do have an outpost over there, but I 
firmly keep it as a "here's the Doom-related stuff I've been doing for 
people too afraid of Twitter" account; I've no plans to properly immerse 
myself in whatever hysterical, fearmongering bullshite that gilded hugbox 
wants me to deal with this week.

Yeah, New Twitter isn't much better, with all the groypers running 
helter-skleter and insisitng that everything from the toaster not working, 
to why you're late to work, or hell even why that cloud looked at you 
funny is really the insidious work of The Massive Jewish Conspiracy; Where 
somehow Da JoOoOoOs run literally everything ever, are ridiculously 
stealthy as to somehow be invisibly dangling the strings on literally 
every single world event (including from BEFORE Judaism was even a thing), 
but somehow incompetent oafs such that they leave ridiculous amounts of 
detials lying around the floor for the groypers to conveniently find. How? 
Well, the Bible, of course! Gotta be a verse you can mold into a reason 
somewhere in there.

At least most of the crazy cancels itself out on Twitter; On Bsky, there's 
nothing stopping the userbase from carpet-bombing your sorry ass over one 
tiny disagreement. It could be something as ridiculous as "I think this 
MxM ship is better than this other MxM ship", and I'm still fairly certain 
site administration would kick your sorry ass out the door. One-way street 
bull, I tell's you.

And I think this brings us (or, me, since who actually reads this crap) to 
my main ventpost of the week, which I will keep insiiting is not the 
blogging equivalent of a turd on a plate: I don't really care for Pride 
Month. For me, it's pretty much a synonym for Preformative Activism. It's 
not as bad as it used to be nowadays though, at least the worst of it only 
comes on the first day and tail end of June. Back in 2020, almost every 
single brand, group, collective, or sufficiently annoying person you knew  
would make a mad dash to see who could slather themselves in the most 
pride flags. It was honestly kind of a sad, pathetic sight to see almost 
every single corpo drop their pants and lash themselves across the ass 
over and over again just for the slim chance of the modern LGBT community's 
approval. Not that I feel too bad for them, mind; If you really wanna try 
selling to people who'll throw you in the garbage no matter what you do, 
I'm not gonna stop 'ya. 

And you really have to wonder about the content creators who participate in 
that sort of stuff, or pray they're not gonna be the next ones on the 
chopping block. Gooseworx was already thrown under the bus this year, what's 
not to say the current Approved Creators like Bunlith, Vizziepop, or Xpolshi 
could end up like that at some point? I hope they don't get harassed off the 
internet, I really don't, but if the people they choose to keep around are 
trigger happy to the point of considering scorched earth policy to be a normal
Tuesday... well, I hope they know how to properly placate them.

But at least Pride Month isn't too bad this year. Maybe a few eyerollers here
and there, maybe someone trying to desperately make their headcanon reality, 
or maybe an art collective or two jerking themselves off over how moral they 
are for choosing to worship the ground Pride Month walks under. But like 2025,
it's probably not gonna be any worse on Twitter than the website usually
is this year. I don't mind it.

As for some of you... if you really wanna celebreate it so bad, I don't plan 
to stop you. I ain't gonna give a damn if you choose to dress up like a drunk 
peacock or flaunt how much of a Good Person you are for choosing to slog 
yourself through fifteen hundred pride parades. What do I care for? It's your 
life. I'm only gonna give a hoot if you insisit that I have a hundred moral 
deficiencies and a half for choosing not to engage with Pride Month.