Month: January 2026

LinkedIn conquered.

I did it.

In the interest of not trusting LinkedIn with my legal name, I’m not turning the checkmark on. But I took a picture of it.

Don’t believe me?

Pfft. I dun’ care. I done it.

Onto the next!


How do you get Verified on LinkedIn?

Go through CLEAR. Give them your face. Give them your ID.

If your ID’s name doesn’t match your display name, they’ll put it as an addendum, in parentheses. Can’t keep the badge on unless you agree to this.

Given that someone’s already tried to kill my parents before, I’m not giving any sort of ‘be able to find me in the real world’ information. It’s not happenin’.

KEEP IN MIND THIS SHIT WILL NOT WORK IF YOUR E-MAIL ON LINKEDIN DOES NOT EXACTLY MATCH THE E-MAIL YOU USED FOR CLEAR

There it is. My first Verification solution!

This was a fun game. :>

Unpacking the Trauma of this

To be honest, I never really wanted to be Verified.

I didn’t like the checkmark. I didn’t want it.

I just… wanted to prove, at least to myself, that the fairness, the rules that they said applied to everyone, applied to me.

And they just fucking didn’t.


I didn’t even care about the harassment.

I thought it was funny.

At one point I had about 33-34 people stalking me. These people were not subtle about it. They weren’t smart. It was some Internet troll bullshit that made me smile, because, I had people I had said one thing to, and they fucking got so angry that they tracked me and tried to hurt me for a decade.
Yeesh.

But then, they were gone. They were gone, and I had won.

But they’d fucked around for about 11 goddamned years.

And Twitter did nothing.


Unfairness

This is the feeling that I want to get out of my chest.

I was lied to. People told me: if you do the work, and meet the criteria, then you’ll get it.

No you won’t. It’s fucking bullshit. I always knew that it was a carrot on a stick, but, the reality is, there’s no fairness.

The thing that pisses me off is not that they were lying; but that they think that they’re smart enough to lie to me. That I’m dumb enough that they can just tell me fucking anything, and I’ll fall for that bullshit.

That is the reason why I started testing this, all those years ago.

They’re fucking liars.


I feel better.

A Farewell to Verification

Well. I suppose this is a kind of end.

So I finally figured out what Verification was/is, and how it works.

And, sadly, I figured something out.

I was born wrong, so I will never get it.


Verification does not account for being trans.

My entire public persona is based on my chosen trans name. Honestly, you would think, that at this point in time, people would just have put trans people into the same Verification pipeline as, say, people with stage names; people with pen names. I’m really open with this: Margaret is my chosen name. I have, in fact, been using it most of my life. I’m not shy about the fact that my legal name differs, and practically every social media platform’s governance actually knows, and has proof, of my legal name. Even Steam knows who I am: they’ve got my social security number, for example. (By the way: I don’t even really consider it my ‘dead name’— my mom, my family, even my step-family, and my wife call me by my birth name— though my wife occasionally calls me “Margaret”, given certain situations. I just don’t want to be called anything but ‘Margaret’ by weird Internet people.)

When I was trying to get Verified on Facebook, I kept getting it kicked back instantly— “the names don’t match.” Okay, that’s weird. How do celebrities get verified?

Well, the answer is, they have someone submit for them through backroom mechanisms that normal people don’t have access to. So it’s never a problem.

Verification doesn’t have any sort of mechanism— or does not want to create any sort of mechanism— wherein trans people are accommodated. And I get that the whole thing is a unique situation. But I’m not parading around with my legal name on the Internet. I’ve had enough of people trying to take harassing me from online to offline, and I’m not giving them any ammunition (esp. given that, at one point, someone tried to kill my parents by SWATting them).

The emotional reason behind why I wanted this is simple: I qualified, and I felt left out. I didn’t like the checkmark; I didn’t want it next to my name. But I wanted to see why I kept getting denied. I wanted to make them give me what I actually was eligible for.

It’s not going to happen. Or, at the very least, I don’t feel like taking it past this point.

Because I’ve understood it, and I think that will have to be the end to that story.


The Secrets of Verification

We’ve been workshopping this over the past few weeks. Probably a month’s worth of time. Here’s the secret to getting Verified on every platform:

Bluesky
It’s too young to tell. The teams are too small. It seems to be a combination of luck, but you should be able to do it if you’re a government official, a company with supporting documentation (even small companies have gotten verified), or, you are a warlock.

I’m not fucking around with that last part. That one worked for that person.

Twitter
2,000 verified followers or subscribers, or pay for it. It is useless now.

Instagram (and Meta in general)
Pay for it, or, be a musician with press (2-3 news articles). Instagram’s got no fucking clue what’s actually a good music press site, so you can just ask some dipshit to rate your beats. It does not matter to them. It’s assumed that your name has to match: they might go easier on you because musicians don’t usually publish things under their own names, but it seems to be an easy pipeline.

Facebook
Name has to match; be a journalist or a writer. This is the simplest pipeline. They have (had?) a special journalist pipeline that’s publicly accessible, where you just submit bylines. (‘Bylines’ are slang for ‘articles you wrote’.) They don’t accept every single publication, so you’ll have to check that and get a job there if that’s the route you want to go.

TikTok
I succeeded but failed here.

Your name has to match your ID. It would seem that every single person who isn’t using their real name— or isn’t proudly displaying it— is gonna be jolly well fucked here.

I submitted with an interview I did in a major news outlet, my book on Barnes and Noble, articles where I was listed alongside legendary musicians and actors (I was also quoted); and then, I added my verified(?) Official Artist Channel account on YouTube. The creme de la creme was showing them my Google Knowledge Panel, which is, hysterically, the fucking hardest ‘checkmark’ to get.

Google Knowledge Panel
I’m not gonna tell you.

I researched this heavily. However, throughout my 40 year existence, I’ve been getting nothing but fucked for helping others.

I raised $5 million USD for other people, to help them in their time of need. And when my mother got cancer and needed their help, nobody came.

You, the reader, have nothing to do with that. But I’m not going to tell anyone how I got it. I got it fair and square; I figured it out.

The hardest checkmark.

If you’d like to know how to get an official artist channel, please Google “how to get an official artist channel”. There are steps. You can do it! c(◕ᴗ◕✿)


For additional help

Ask an A.I.

I’m serious. Present the A.I. with the things you have that you think are verifiable, or ask it what you will need. It will help you in real time, something that I cannot do.


The End of an Era

I bet my Dad that I could get Verified on Twitter.

He told me that it wasn’t worth it. That it didn’t mean anything.

And that was true.

But I still wish that I could’ve done it.

The fact of the matter is, though, while I absolutely was eligible for it . . .

. . . if the name on your driver’s license doesn’t match, it seems you won’t get it.

Which is strange. I’ve seen trans people get Verified on Old Twitter; get Verified on LinkedIn…

. . . but I guess it just isn’t going to be something I’ll be getting.

I’m going to resent you for this, by the way.

A Change

There are a lot of things that I need to say right now.

The Internet stopped being good for me at about 1997. 1999, maybe, at the latest. There were always portions of it that was deleterious— there were things that I wished would change, but I largely ignored them, thinking that a better world was possible.

Oh, yes— a better world is possible.

It’s just not possible with human beings.


There are a lot of things that human beings have said to me. The base impulse that human beings have, when I point out that something that the species is doing is disgusting, repulsive, or otherwise amoral, is that I was the one with the problem.

But really, the problem is that human beings do so many horrible things, and they operate on the basis of human primacy— this idea that the ends always justify the means, if human beings like the ends.

One cannot convince a monster that it is a monster. Not in this circumstance, anyways.

The year is 2026, and I have been perseverating on here, for nearly 30 full years. Arcadium has been gone for longer than the lifespans of most people reading this.

And, furthermore, I have won.

So there’s no reason to stay here anymore.

I’ll do my work to improve my web presence. But that’s it.

There is nothing left to do here.

Goodbye.

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