WWYTDUOGZ?
(WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY UH OH GOT ZUCKED?)
Uh Oh @ Massive, Seattle USA (2025). Today the author got this picture emailed to him. He had nowhere to post it. 📸 BABE NIGHT x BITCH GLITCH
🌸 THUR, APR 2, 2026 @ 8:30 PM PST
🐟 PUBLISHED FROM SEATTLE, USA
🤡 WRITTEN BY CHASE BURNS “UH OH” BRODERICK
Well. My posts keep getting taken down on Instagram, so it’s time to close up shop.
Pour one out for the Instagram account that was @uhoh_xoxo. There lived “Seattle’s Best Drag Queen,” “Seattle’s Most Beautiful Woman,” “A Creature,” “A Clown,” “A Hateful Bitch.” There lived the whole world. And then nothing. I posted my drag photos on that account for 10 years.
I showed my hole (butthole) on there once, too, or maybe even twice. Didn’t get Zucked. But on Wed, Apr 1, the gig was up. It was my fifth violation in not that many months. My patience for Meta’s censorship snapped the day I said “fuck it” and posted a video of Irene the Alien rolling around essentially naked while people “bukkakke-d” her fake titties with pancake syrup. You can see the video below. The robot censors saw this and said — No. And I don’t blame them. I did too, at first. But then I said Yes. Yesssssssssss.
But I knew I was flying too close to the sun when I posted my debut single, WWYTDCKGSITN? And it’s not the lyrics which got me, it’s that I was destroying a cake of the Twin Towers, uniquely. I’ll include the offending song and video below.
As I said, I saw the writing on the wall. The take-down notification came, which I expected, and I pulled the plug myself. As Jeffrey Epstein used to say, “Know when you are winning.” (See: this website’s homepage photo, which shows me [15] sitting on Jeffrey Epstein’s fireplace with his favorite quote engraved on the mantel. More on that soon.)
This wasn’t my first time running into the Facebook police. We have history. I’m currently writing a longer essay about the past 10 years on social media. It’ll quickly mention the reporting I edited that caused Facebook to pay the largest campaign finance penalty in U.S. history. I did that! I also showed my butthole on Instagram. We contain multitudes, but not when we’re forced to represent ourselves on other people’s platforms.
The internet is changing. In dramatic, obvious ways — like how millions of us are addicted to fruit slop — but in profound, pernicious ways, too. (I really encourage everyone to read the recent article: “Everyone Cheering The Social Media Addiction Verdicts Against Meta Should Understand What They’re Actually Cheering For.”)
I don’t know where it’s all going, but I know it’s time to have control over my voice. So here we are. Blogging in 2026.
More, of course.
xoxo 💋
