This is something I posted on FB and TikTok too. TikTok gave me a strike and I had to delete the post.
Used to be popes, kings, and mobs.
Now it’s bots, vague review teams, and a TOS longer than the Bible.
Got a strike for talking about pills. Not glamorizing. Not selling.
Just being real.
But apparently, real gets flagged.
Now, if I’d danced to a trending sound while doing lines and captioned it “Just girly things" ... probably would’ve gotten a brand deal.
But sit still and tell the truth? Censorship.
Shadowbanned.
Muted.
The system doesn’t hate danger.
It hates honesty that doesn’t entertain.
And I’m not here to make you comfortable.
I’m here to say what they hope stays quiet.
We are so conditioned not to see. We fill in blanks with familiar stories instead of confronting uncomfortable truths.
-- by me
Rowdy wanted to play and Ronin was too busy sniffing and peeing on everything....
Not sure I want to share on fb. Lots of changes happening, some things in limbo. Been a roller coaster for a few weeks now.
Today was a magical day in the pasture! Rowdy was having the time of her life doing zoomies. Watching her race around, and tail flying, was pure joy.
Seeing her play reminds us of the simple pleasures in life. If you need a smile today, just picture her galloping, full of energy and spirit. 💖
Hi, I just rewrote my about page. Wrote it last week and lost it. 🙄
You can view it here:
https://zaviasstudio.locals.com/about
I'm looking forward to playing around in this space and getting to know you.
I know I've been ghost on here... honestly not a fan of the pay to play model and you probably haven't missed much. But I'm breaking my silence for something worth it.
I entered The People's Artist Competition..
It's a legit competition supporting The Art of Elysium, a nonprofit that brings art programs to communities that need it most.
You can vote for me once a day for free, you just have to register first. No purchase necessary, no credit card, just a quick signup.
If you want to see what I've been creating and throw me a vote I would genuinely appreciate it. A share would mean a lot too.
Not going to spam you about it but I did want you to know it exists.
My short trip to Vegas showed me something I hadn’t fully seen before, my drinking hasn’t been about fun. It’s been about escape. Not from people. Not from family. But from a place that feels like it's slowly suffocating my spirit.
In Vegas, I laughed, danced, wandered, felt inspired… all without a single drop of alcohol. Why? Because the environment fed me instead of draining me.
It wasn’t the booze I craved. It was aliveness.
Now I see it clearly: when the soul-starving stops, the self-medicating does too.
