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Following and Unfollowing

I've recently started cleaning my social media following. Again. In the last week's, I've been unfollowing a lot of accounts related with porn, leaving only those accounts that share some clips and some actors, and politics. However, I know myself and I know I'll be chasing some of those people back. From both spectrums. The thing is that anxiety makes me do it. I even follow and unfollow people that I know in a spree. My mind works in a strange way. I think that me and a certain person haven't been in each other's life for a while, so it doesn't makes sense to still follow them. As for porn or politics, I'm tired of chasing the same old thing - cock or the politicians I'm voting for - under different faces or backgrounds. So I unfollow them. Later on, I'll start following them again, because... Well, because they've been followed by me before and I liked what I saw. Things are still going down the path where I unfollow them. I'll most li

The Blessing and the Curse of Technology

Technology is a blessing. And a curse. I am typing this message inside a very full bus. Few seats and not that much space for people doing this long hour trip on their feet. I am deactivating the cell phone's browser and Google Chrome, as I am sticking with Brave and have been for a while. And this process has been kinda painful: Google Chrome is the most used web browser and as most cell phones are part of Android universe, it's more than natural. However, it hands me a little too many ads and trying to read anything is almost certain that I'll end up hitting a surprise pop up ad. My cell phone is a Redmi, which gives me Mi Browser as a default. And although Mi browser blocks some commercials, it still allows pop ups; trying to see something on YouTube still gives me ads, despite the ad block. And although I'd like to use the easiness of Chrome or being faithful to Mi Browser, Brave wins. Wins because you block ads, because it blocks cookies without having websites ask

Johnny Depp, Amber Heard And The Media

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  I have been pondering about wether to write this or not, but this makes sense to me. I tend to voice my opinion on quite a few things, topics and people, and this is one of those topics (and this beautiful person portrayed here) that I feel the need to write about. As most people seem to know, Johnny Depp is in court, batling a defamation lawsuit that he opened / filed against his ex-wife Amber Heard. Not that long ago, Johnny Depp has been accused by her (I'll avoid typing her name or name calling, as I feel like doing so) of domestic violence. As usual, when a woman claims that she has suffered of domestic violence, men are seen as the villain , without the so called presumption of innocence . And this is what happened in this relationship and the supposed violence from Jonnhy Depp: Hollywood hurried to destroy Johnny Depp, he's been stripped of movie roles, like the iconic Jack Sparrow, tabloids harrassed the man and made him guilty... of something he was innocent of. It t

Easter time: cleaning and rebirth time

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  This is Easter time. This is the time of rebirth like Christ Himself, the time to rise from my own ashes, like the Phoenix. And having written this, I am thinking about social media and the amount of accounts that I follow uselessly. Twitter is in worse conditions: I have followed almost 2000 accounts recently. Mostly linked to gay porn, accounts that share gay clips and certain men who share semi-nudes, teasing their viewers to buy a subscription for their OnlyFans accounts. It's useless and I followed most of them because the images were pleasant. I have even thought about getting myself an alt account, so that I could follow certain accounts freely. It happenes that my Twitter account is 11 years old, I have a massive number of people who have blocked me, including politicians and political parties in my country and I'll honestly stick to those honor badges. I'll unfollow the vast majority of people and accounts that I came to follow and stick to those whom I've re

GIF of a Woman Smoking

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I miss Tumblr. Therefore, I have decided to share this old GIF that has been shared in this blog before.

As Crónicas Da Vítima

  Se me seguiam no meu blog das "Crónicas da Vítima", decidi eliminar o mesmo, não sem antes fazer a migração para os blogs do Sapo.  Não deixei, também, de importar todos os textos para aqui, uma vez que tenho este blog desde 2007 ou 2008 e é o espaço que existe há mais tempo. Por vezes, é necessário tomar decisões e livrarmo-nos de "pontas soltas", o que era um pouco com o que acontecia com todos os blogs que mantinha - eram três (3), para escrever a mesma coisa, fosse em Português ou em Inglês. Como tal, este blog tornou-se bilingue, ou seja, escreverei por aqui em Português e em Inglês, mantendo sempre a fidelidade a mim mesmo. Escreverei, como dantes, os meus sentimentos e os meus pensamentos. Escreverei opiniões e farei textos em que darei a minha opinião sobre filmes, jogos, livros que veja, jogue ou leia. Sei que, para algumas pessoas, isto não terá importância, pois não se darão ao trabalho de procurar-me ou de procurar o porquê de não verem mais textos meu

Poema "Outro Nascimento" de Forugh Farrokhzad

 Ontem, para a tag poesias dos blogs do Sapo, decidi fazer uma tradução do poema "Another Birth" de Forugh Farrokhzad. Transcrevo aqui a mesma tradução, visto ser dos meus poemas favoritos! Todo o meu ser é um canto negro que te carregará perpetuando-te ao alvorecer de crescimentos e florescimentos eternos neste canto eu suspirei tu suspiraste eu enxertei-te à árvore à água ao fogo. A vida é talvez uma longa rua através da qual uma mulher a segurar um cesto passa todos os dias A vida é talvez uma corda com a qual um homem se enforca num ramo a vida é talvez uma criança a regressar a casa da escola. A vida é talvez acender um cigarro no repouso narcótico entre duas rondas de amor ou o olhar ausente de um passageiro que tira o seu chapéu a outro passageiro com um sorriso insignificante e um "bom dia!. A vida é talvez aquele momento íntimo em que o meu olhar se destrói na pupila dos teus olhos e é o sentimento que porei na impressão da Lua e na percepção da Noite. Num quart