Good morning, world. I slept most of the way through the night for a change, waking up only an hour before our alarm went off this morning. After my awful sleep the night before, I’ll take an hour early. The sun is out, and crazy bright today. Any trips for a quick hit by the back door need sunglasses.
Yesterday was pretty meh. I schmoozed and smutted and streamed, but got nowhere. Elon’s latest bullshit tantrum has completely borked Twitter again, at least for sex work. I had hoped to finish off the afternoon with a TikTok stream, maybe suck back a few dopamine hits of comments like “🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥” and “SOLES 🦶🦶🦶”. Unfortunately, TikTok definitely has a preference when it comes to what I should wear when I stream. This was Tuesday’s outfit, and the stream’s stats.
Comparing that to yesterday’s outfit and stats, and it’s obvious there’s an overwhelming preference.
When it comes to uploaded videos, people are ok with the hobo-genie pants. When it comes to streams, however? OMG. TikTok hates the pants.
I saw hardly any interactions, and obviously had a lot fewer viewers. However, the more popular outfit really skirts the line of what TikTok considers appropriate. I don’t want to get my account banned, so I don’t wear the more revealing stuff all the time.
All in all, it wasn’t the end of the day I hoped for.
Neither of us had much of a plan for last night’s dinner. I made an executive decision when we talked about it at lunch, and declared dinner would be grilled cheese sandwiches. I defrosted some naan and we had spicy grilled cheese on garlic naan, with tater tots on the side.
At least that was good.
