🕊️ ” Twitter Let Us Speak. X Silences Us” 🤐

This entry became the catalyst for creating my blog. What began as frustration turned into a doorway, a reason to write.Over the past few months,writing has become the hobby I never made time for, the one that had been quietly sitting at the back of my mind for years. Now it’s here, taking shape at last, s space to give form to the thoughts and fragments i’ve been carrying all along.

For years, I showed up in all the expected places. I kept a presence, kept the updates flowing, stayed accessible. But lately, I’ve stepped back, Not from the work. From the noise.

The pandemic changed everything. Like many of you, I started asking harder questions:

What still fits?

What no longer deserves my time?

One thing became clear. If I am going to speak, it needs to be on my own terms.

Twitter, now “X”, was the last platform that let me do that.

It wasn’t perfect, but it gave sex workers room to move.

We could post, connect, and engage without being constantly shut down or scrubbed from view .

Even with the word count cap: 280 characters, unless you paid to stretch it, the limit forced us to be inventive.

We learned to compress desire, anger, politics into soundbites.

For me, as a sex worker, it was never about politics, it was about keeping clients updated, a photo here, a line there.

These are some samples of my tweets between 2012 – 2025:

My very last post on X 18/05/2025:

And then, I received an email from X:

☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️This is the same platform that still promotes hardcore porn, rage driven contents and algorithmically gamed engagement.

Porn stars and OnlyFans creators who don’t offer in-person services are still permitted to upload and market explicit content freely. I have no issue with that, I see them as my peers.

But I will name the hypocrisy: why is digital sex work allowed, while human connection is erased from the frame?

Are we really moving toward a world where simulated intimacy is acceptable, but honest, embodied service is treated like a threat?

Are we also encouraging people to sit alone and masturbate in front of a screen rather than experience real human touch?

Yet somehow, a real, consensual service offered by a real adult to another real adult crosses the line?

That’s not a glitch. That’s policy from the unhinged new owner, a man brilliant enough to land rockets but incapable of landing on a principle and staying there.

A self-styled free-speech absolutist presiding over a feed where porn, closed up, cum drips,  creampie’d genitals, in full view across the timeline without friction, while my posts, tame enough to look like a nun’s diary – banned and silenced.

From this point forward,

Azurablue.com is my home. It’s where I’ll publish, connect, clarify, and stay close to those who value transparency over pretence.

I built this space to stand independently.

It doesn’t rely on engagement tricks, shadow bans, or third-party compliance rules. It answers to no one but me.

If you want to keep in touch, this is where you’ll find me.

Send me your feedback, what your thoughts are on this, either you agree; or disagree.

Welcome in 🙏

E:azura.kasturi@gmail.com

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