Here’s what happened this weekend. I have been banned from Facebook forever, allegedly for posting inappropriate material regarding children.
It’s preposterous. I’m a teacher and a mom. I post tiki art, poetry, flash fiction, the occasional think piece, political diatribe, indie fan girl musical post and once in a blue moon a pic of my kids. I post the latter so little my mother-in-law complains. She wants more grandkid posts. I also regularly make anti-censorship posts.
And now, the problem of being silenced and mislabeled and maligned has come to my front door mat. So this charge is false and libelous. I’m pretty gobsmacked. I contested the accusation. I was told, nearly instantly, that a panel had reviewed my post and the decision is final.
I do have something making me feel better about my unexpected ostracism. I’ve begun indulging in “revenge art,” channeling my outrage into tiki-themed drawings. It’s lending me a measure of zen. Plus, while I see my errors, I think my drawing has improved in recent months.
I’m a cheese ball, so when telling Brian about my ridiculous proposition of “revenge art”–the kind of drummed-up phenomenon the mainstream media likes to talk about for like a day– I says to him, “Forget a revenge body. I want a revenge body of work.”
It amused me more than he, but that’s how it usually goes. And now I present my revenge body of work
Sweet tiki catharsis. . .
–Sarah Torribio
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