I don’t know where to start. I’ve tried to stay calm and carefree, but now I’m pissed. Facebook has decided that among the sea of sunglass spam ads, random porn, and abhorrent abusive and offensive behavior, that my innocuous posts of mildly suggestive attitude, is what needs to be taken away from it's platform. After all, you can have a porn post of a man eating out a woman, but a post where I suggest a reader might want to "save a horse and ride a cowboy"? Well, now that's just going too damn far.
I’ve been hassled for inappropriate content (hell, no) and “spamming” in comments. Spamming? Really? So how many other authors tag other authors for spotlights? I show my support for authors I know and others I know in name only, but dammit! How in the hell is girl supposed to use all of the tools at her disposal if she’s going to keep getting hassled for it? Who is this person that sees me promoting other authors and thinks, "what a monster! She must be stopped!" And who is monitoring these reports on Facebook? What on earth would make them think that I--ME!!!--would ever spam comments? The absurdity of it! The absolute f@cking audacity of it makes me completely and utterly disgusted with the forum I once held so high. One of my very favorites that I would work on day in and day out. Now my posts aren't fitting for you? Well, we'll see about that.
So it was suggested that one of my covers might be a little too risqué and maybe I should change the cover to soothe some bully’s sensibilities. Umm—HELL NO! Did I say that loud enough for you? Hell no, hell no, hell no, and if my mild cursing bothers you, you can shove that up your ass too, sideways and lengthwise.
The cover it’s been suggested I change was for a very dear friend who has a chronic and deadly disease, one she’s gone against the odds to fight and has pulled through again and again and again. That is the cover she wanted, that is the cover that she fell in love with, and that’s the cover she’ll damn well have! And if she wanted a horse humping an octopus eating an apple, then I’d damn well give that to her, too!
This is my book, I wrote it, I chose to dedicate it, I chose to go with the cover that best fit the story and the dedication and you know the f@ck what? That’s my f@cking right! I am an indie author and I have the freedoms and liberties at my disposal to write and dream and build as I please! How dare some ignorant jerk on Facebook try to stifle me! How dare bullies try to shut indie authors up!
So now, they’ve possibly permanently shut down my account for sharing what? Innuendo posts? I can’t even make the true claim to thick salty language.
So where do I go with this now? I share this injustice with you and for all of the others that have been plagued by it. I refuse to wallow in the mud with the pigs that would attack me, and I will continue to share my fellow authors and support them and promote, but I guess the venue will have to be on my own. As indie authors, I guess we don't produce monies worth Facebook fighting for. How many authors are told to use Facebook and Twitter to help build up their platforms, to help connect fellow readers with the tender beauty of the words they've weighted with so much time and heart and soul?
So the genre I write is romance. So, I'm an indie. I guess that's not worth fighting for. It's only a multi-million dollar industry, the written word, and stories that have transcended culture, faith, and race. But hey? Let's belittle it some more.
I’m so sorry Facebook, that you have let this go on. I'm so sorry that my patronage is not worth you taking a stand and deciding that an author who has been with you and been supportive of whatever changes you make and hardly ever complained about the many flaws that left me in a lurch so many times--I'm sorry I'm not worth your time. I'm so sorry you have let this go on, supporting the abuse of your own systems.
But if you don’t want me and my "spammy" and "abusive content", then I sure as hell don’t need you.
An Author Scorned
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.