April 2026 - icze4r communication

I have to admit, my feelings are hurt more than I’d like, but less than I expected.

Reddit is all kinds of fucked up. Recently, I got CC’d into an e-mail thread with 3 heavy hitters who work at Reddit, and I asked about my ban. For those still playing at home, I was banned because a drama subreddit mass-reported me (I believe), because I told them that what they were doing, while they were harassing a woman, was a felony.

So Reddit banned me for that.

A year and some change later, I managed to somehow become a verified publisher in Reddit’s system. I’m not particularly sure how that happened; I’m also not sure how I was entered into Reddit’s Reddit Pro system and given a year’s worth of Reddit Gold (now Reddit Premium), directly after the ban, but I just figured that was Reddit’s admins fucking with me.

So, interestingly enough, even after being told by 3 people working at Reddit to submit an appeal, it was denied.

This is the end of this road. Obviously, they could still change something— I don’t suspect that this would get escalated to people of their level, without an actual resolution— but if this is it, I accept it.

And I also accept that I will not be doing business with Reddit ever again, in any way, shape, or form. I will not be helping them in the future.

I think it’s actually kind of better that I get to tell this story forever.

God, you people.

What a disgrace.

This is, amazingly, not really what it looks like in reality.

I used to think that I was going too far when I was complaining about things that happened to me online. Then I talked about it in a therapeutic environment, and the reality is, I’m not keeping grudges. I’m writing a diary entry. I’m talking about something that happened, and it hurt. It really hurt me.

So, after I got permabanned from Reddit for telling people that they were committing a felony (they were harassing a woman by posting revenge porn of her), I got signed up for Reddit Pro. I’m not sure how it happened. (Tonight, also, Reddit gave me the ability to sign up as a verified publisher. What the fuck. I’m still permabanned.)

Then the e-mail came.

I got invited to a Reddit conference.

A stuffed animal was promised after the conference.

So I went.

The conference ended. They sent me an e-mail to place my order for it. I placed my order for it. And I waited.

And they said, cheerfully, no.

No.

In my civilization…

… offering a stuffed animal to someone and then saying no, cheerfully, is akin to a mortal sin. It’s the sort of purposeful hurtfulness that makes you never talk to someone again.

Of course, everyone who’s ever hurt me has some sort of excuse. It’s never anyone’s fault: it’s always just an oopsie woopsie, fucky-wucky, here and there, and nobody ever takes responsibility for anything.

And I get part of that. I get that Reddit’s systems maybe don’t talk to each other. I get that, when I contact various levels of support, that maybe there’s no one person who can solve my problem. I can be understanding.

But I hate you. I really do. I hate that you gave me hope, and that you offered me something that I liked, and I went… oh, that’s nice. I’d like to get that.

And then you just… cheerfully denied it.

There’s a lot of bad shit that social media services have done to me. There’s a history of things, and I’m well-aware that, in a lot of different businesses, there might not be one person who’s fucking everything up. The system itself is woefully incompetent, and people get their feelings hurt.

But I still won’t ever forgive you. Because I’ve already gotten famous 16 or 17 times, and even if I wasn’t about to stumble blindly into it for love again, I’d end up getting famous another time, and I’d have some chucklefuck asking me for an AMA. And the answer is no.

Besides— how could I?

I’m permabanned.

Month: April 2026

Welp, fuck Reddit.

The Reddit Stuffed Aminal

In my civilization…