Fuck this shit
It’s Official: Medium Has Become A Bag Of Dead Cocks
And yeah, I was one of those who resisted bitching about the platform for fear of being judged by people who still keep their hopes pinned on Medium being some haven for artists.
So before you start your fucking whining, hear me out.
I used to call Medium, The Hollywood Boulevard for writers. I called it this because it paid writers the equivalent of slave wages to sweat blood and pus writing their damn cocks off to produce beautiful content.
But Medium doesn’t even deserve the title of backstreet pimp anymore.
I saw an article today with 7k claps and over six hundred comments. It was an article titled:
Do you want 100 followers?
And you know, writing about Medium is not a problem anymore. We’ve all had that little bitch session. It’s the fact that Medium will put this turd in front of people simply because it’s new and fresh as opposed to the chewed-up gristle of a six-month article, which happens to be a thousand times better — a masterpiece — a thing of beauty. It does it because that’s what growth within the framework of the Google algorithm requires and because Medium cares primarily about growth.
Medium used to recognise beauty. That’s what made it cool.
Real humans would look at your work and distribute it based on quality. Now it’s a god damn content mill that eats and eats your life’s work and shits it back on the pavement.
Medium is a parasitic social media machine that ignores you once you give up on the grind.
You could have two hundred quality stories on your page, and no one will ever see them because you aren’t sucking cock 24/7 anymore.
It’s not so different to that filthy ferret fucker known as Twitter, where jokes are utterly wasted every day while questions like —
Guys, muffins or bread rolls? You can choose only one, GO.
— get thousands of responses and likes.
Or, Maggie Titwank, who has been on the platform for five minutes, flashes her cans and gets five thousand horny male followers within two days.
Medium is a reflection of what is happening to the world.
The cunts are getting cuntier, and the dumb are getting dumbier, and it’s feeling like there’s just no hope.
It happens when money ceases to be a bartering tool and becomes its own source of value. Then, you get the possibility of financial power. The problem with power is it relies on keeping people oppressed for its existence.
I can see why people like Medium. It allows writers to get paid. And writers who have never been paid for their work get a hard-on or a moist-on from getting paid, even if it is less than prisoner wages.
That’s another important article that people will never see because Medium thinks it’s more important to show whatever is ‘fresh.’
So, yeah, I get why people are so sick of Medium that they fuck off.
It’s because there are better shores. And yeah, some are like:
Well, I love it here, so fuck off then.
And I agree.
You should fuck off. And I’m not saying that out of some sad resentment like many people. I’m saying that Medium just does the work you could do yourself but can’t be fucked.
Independent blogs are not a quick fix. You can write books. You can build a blog and an email list. You don’t need Medium to do it. But it’s gonna take some sweat and grit and patience.
And yeah, there are those knobs out there saying you can’t do it independently, and it’s too time-consuming and all that turd. They are the same knobs that tell you that you can’t self-publish without a million dollars and a professional cover creator.
Those fuckers are wrong.
Medium is the fast food gaff of writing. It gives you the subscriber list, the instant gratification, the salt, the sugar, and the fat.
It pays you quickly, and you think, ‘fuck, this is alright,’ but you soon realise you can’t sustain it unless you are fully prepared to develop a meth habit and pump out dire shite daily.
It’s a fucking grind, and sure, you might fancy the idea of getting wanked off by Gary Vee for being Medium’s little bitch every day, but one day you might wake up and realise that you’re not gonna be the next Umair or Wildbush.
Or, Medium might wake up and decide it wants to do whatever it likes with your content, and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. Cos it’s just a corporation, and it’s what corporations do.
So fuck you, Medium, for becoming just another content mill, parasitic blood-sucking social media platform.
And fuck anyone who bitches about me having a bitch about it.
Shit systems are held in place by the people. We defend and support the very systems that keep us oppressed.
I’ve moved my blog off Medium. And yeah, don’t start with yar ‘Good luck making money’ shite. Once again:
Go fuck yourself.
The blog is a work in progress. I’m still uploading stories and working on the endless small tasks required by building a WordPress site. That’s right. I created the fucker. It’s not Wix or Squarespace or one of those greedy companies. Build your own site in WordPress. It’s not that hard once you get yer head around it.
Anyhow, you can get a free copy of my short story collection, ‘Ballbag’ if you subscribe there at my website. Just remember to give it a review on that other bag of dead cocks known as Amazon would ya?
I’m still publishing the same shit here on Medium, but I want to have a space that isn’t rented off a corporation, and where when someone subscribes, they just get my emails rather than the emails of the corporation and whoever they choose to share it with.
Ya know what I mean, Harry?
Regards,
FTB
