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I'll start with the tl;dr summary to make sure everyone sees it and then explain further: As of September 1, we will temporarily be forced to block access to Dreamwidth from all IP addresses that geolocate to Mississippi for legal reasons. This block will need to continue until we either win the legal case entirely, or the district court issues another injunction preventing Mississippi from enforcing their social media age verification and parental consent law against us.

Mississippi residents, we are so, so sorry. We really don't want to do this, but the legal fight we and Netchoice have been fighting for you had a temporary setback last week. We genuinely and honestly believe that we're going to win it in the end, but the Fifth Circuit appellate court said that the district judge was wrong to issue the preliminary injunction back in June that would have maintained the status quo and prevented the state from enforcing the law requiring any social media website (which is very broadly defined, and which we definitely qualify as) to deanonymize and age-verify all users and obtain parental permission from the parent of anyone under 18 who wants to open an account.

Netchoice took that appellate ruling up to the Supreme Court, who declined to overrule the Fifth Circuit with no explanation -- except for Justice Kavanaugh agreeing that we are likely to win the fight in the end, but saying that it's no big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime.

Needless to say, it's a big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime. The Mississippi law is a breathtaking state overreach: it forces us to verify the identity and age of every person who accesses Dreamwidth from the state of Mississippi and determine who's under the age of 18 by collecting identity documents, to save that highly personal and sensitive information, and then to obtain a permission slip from those users' parents to allow them to finish creating an account. It also forces us to change our moderation policies and stop anyone under 18 from accessing a wide variety of legal and beneficial speech because the state of Mississippi doesn't like it -- which, given the way Dreamwidth works, would mean blocking people from talking about those things at all. (And if you think you know exactly what kind of content the state of Mississippi doesn't like, you're absolutely right.)

Needless to say, we don't want to do that, either. Even if we wanted to, though, we can't: the resources it would take for us to build the systems that would let us do it are well beyond our capacity. You can read the sworn declaration I provided to the court for some examples of how unworkable these requirements are in practice. (That isn't even everything! The lawyers gave me a page limit!)

Unfortunately, the penalties for failing to comply with the Mississippi law are incredibly steep: fines of $10,000 per user from Mississippi who we don't have identity documents verifying age for, per incident -- which means every time someone from Mississippi loaded Dreamwidth, we'd potentially owe Mississippi $10,000. Even a single $10,000 fine would be rough for us, but the per-user, per-incident nature of the actual fine structure is an existential threat. And because we're part of the organization suing Mississippi over it, and were explicitly named in the now-overturned preliminary injunction, we think the risk of the state deciding to engage in retaliatory prosecution while the full legal challenge continues to work its way through the courts is a lot higher than we're comfortable with. Mississippi has been itching to issue those fines for a while, and while normally we wouldn't worry much because we're a small and obscure site, the fact that we've been yelling at them in court about the law being unconstitutional means the chance of them lumping us in with the big social media giants and trying to fine us is just too high for us to want to risk it. (The excellent lawyers we've been working with are Netchoice's lawyers, not ours!)

All of this means we've made the extremely painful decision that our only possible option for the time being is to block Mississippi IP addresses from accessing Dreamwidth, until we win the case. (And I repeat: I am absolutely incredibly confident we'll win the case. And apparently Justice Kavanaugh agrees!) I repeat: I am so, so sorry. This is the last thing we wanted to do, and I've been fighting my ass off for the last three years to prevent it. But, as everyone who follows the legal system knows, the Fifth Circuit is gonna do what it's gonna do, whether or not what they want to do has any relationship to the actual law.

We don't collect geolocation information ourselves, and we have no idea which of our users are residents of Mississippi. (We also don't want to know that, unless you choose to tell us.) Because of that, and because access to highly accurate geolocation databases is extremely expensive, our only option is to use our network provider's geolocation-based blocking to prevent connections from IP addresses they identify as being from Mississippi from even reaching Dreamwidth in the first place. I have no idea how accurate their geolocation is, and it's possible that some people not in Mississippi might also be affected by this block. (The inaccuracy of geolocation is only, like, the 27th most important reason on the list of "why this law is practically impossible for any site to comply with, much less a tiny site like us".)

If your IP address is identified as coming from Mississippi, beginning on September 1, you'll see a shorter, simpler version of this message and be unable to proceed to the site itself. If you would otherwise be affected, but you have a VPN or proxy service that masks your IP address and changes where your connection appears to come from, you won't get the block message, and you can keep using Dreamwidth the way you usually would.

On a completely unrelated note while I have you all here, have I mentioned lately that I really like ProtonVPN's service, privacy practices, and pricing? They also have a free tier available that, although limited to one device, has no ads or data caps and doesn't log your activity, unlike most of the free VPN services out there. VPNs are an excellent privacy and security tool that every user of the internet should be familiar with! We aren't affiliated with Proton and we don't get any kickbacks if you sign up with them, but I'm a satisfied customer and I wanted to take this chance to let you know that.

Again, we're so incredibly sorry to have to make this announcement, and I personally promise you that I will continue to fight this law, and all of the others like it that various states are passing, with every inch of the New Jersey-bred stubborn fightiness you've come to know and love over the last 16 years. The instant we think it's less legally risky for us to allow connections from Mississippi IP addresses, we'll undo the block and let you know.

Sunday Secrets

Aug. 24th, 2025 12:10 am
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Posted by Frank

Hi Frank, 

You posted a secret saying no one seems to care that AI is going to destroy us. People do care!! That person is not alone! 

I just wanted that person to know. 

Beep boop. 

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Emails Sent to PostSecret

Aug. 24th, 2025 12:07 am
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Posted by Frank

A friend from college told a bunch of us how once, he and some friends had dropped acid and then went to Disneyland. They started “coming up” just after they went through the gates. As they went further into the park, the person in the Goofy costume bounded up to them. Our friend felt freaked out, so he leaned in and confided, “Please, Goofy, not now – we’re tripping, Goofy,” …and Goofy leaned in and whispered back, “Guess what – me too,” and bounded off.

~~~

I sent a postcard with a drawing of my fiance asleep and a message about changing the alarm to spend more time with her. She found it before I mailed it and now we spend more time together while awake too. Thanks.

~~~

Two weeks ago I was placed in a psych ward for attempting to take my own life. I was sitting there alone until another boy came up to me and simply said, “You’re not the most fucked up person anymore”. Everyone was just like me, dealing with some kind of issue. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel like I was the only one dealing with these things. I felt normal.

~~~

I am a counselor in a locked mental health facility. We joke that we are just patients with keys.

~~~

I’m hiding pictures of us from the past 13 years under shelves and behind drawers.

My ex-wife takes half the furniture next week.

When she finds them years from now, I hope they break her heart.

~~~

When I bought my first vibrator I was so embarrassed that when the sales person asked if I wanted to purchase batteries as well. I told her no, that I thought “she can buy her own damn batteries.”

~~~

There are no words, in any language verbal or pictorial, that could ever describe how much I wish this postcard were for me. Today is my last visit to your site, never again. It hurts too much, seeing postcards like the one I need, knowing it will never come.

 

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Secrets and Cars

Aug. 17th, 2025 12:11 am
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Posted by Frank

I’ve been called, “the most trusted stranger in America” and it’s been written that no other living person has seen more secrets than me. I don’t know if either of those claims is true, but I do know I don’t get to see all the secrets – I have a daughter.

Years ago, I was driving her and a friend in the back seat of my car. As we rolled along my daughter’s friend asked me out of the blue, “Mr. Warren, can I tell you a secret?” He had no idea I’m something of a world-class expert on secrets.

Because I know how explosive some secrets can be, I take it very seriously when someone trusts me with something they’ve never told anyone before. But in this case, I may have overreacted. Silently, I pulled the car over to the side of the road.

I stopped, put the car in park, and turned to face him directly. “I want you to feel free to tell me anything…” I began, my voice serious, “…but if your secret could cause someone harm, I might need to involve a parent or teacher.” A flicker of fear crossed his face. For a moment, I thought he might bolt out the door.

“Never mind.” he said.

After a PostSecret Event in Boston, the college student who had worked hard to organize it – and her father – gave me a ride back to my hotel. The night was cold and wet as her father navigated his Pontiac Vibe through the empty streets. 

The three of us talked about the courageous audience members who, earlier that night, had walked up to a microphone and shared a secret from their life for the first time publicly. We recounted some of their tragic, hopeful, and shocking confessions. “Remember the retired religious studies professor who confessed to delivering some of her lectures while she was high?” I said with a smile.

As we continued down the dark streets, the heater was blowing hard on me in the passenger seat and my eyelids were getting heavy. Just before nodding out, the young woman behind me started talking about her brother with her father. It was a personal conversation about a painful and unresolved part of their family history.

“Dad, there’s something about that time I’ve never told you before.” “Oh shit,” I thought to myself as I stayed motionless. I’m not supposed to be here. “Even though I never admitted it when we were all hurting, I always knew you were right.” She said.

Her father rolled slowly to a stop at a red light and looked in the rearview mirror at his daughter with eyes full of emotion. “I have a secret I’ve been keeping from you too. Remember that CD I gave you afterward with all the songs? Each one was about you.”

“I always knew that Dad. That’s why I can’t listen to it without crying.” She said.

The first time I told my Mom what I was doing with PostSecret, soliciting secrets from strangers and sharing them publically, she called the idea “diabolical”. My Father wasn’t so quick to judge, but said my project sounded “voyeuristic”. I didn’t disagree with him, but I did feel disappointed that he couldn’t see the beauty in it too.

Over the following months, when PostSecret came up during our phone calls, I tried to explain to my Dad why PostSecret was special and meaningful to me. How this anonymous but intimate communication between strangers could reveal that each of us has a secret that could break your heart. How secrets can illuminate deep connections between us that go unseen in our everyday lives.

Two years after collecting my first secret on the streets of Washington, DC, I had received over 250,000. I strung up 2,000 of the postcards at an exhibition in Georgetown. Visitors could walk among the suspended secrets reading the confessions and seeing the emotions on the faces of strangers doing the same thing.

Hundreds of people circulated through that first day and my wife and daughter were there to experience it with me. However, my wife had been keeping her own secret from me. She bought a ticket for my Father to fly out from Arizona to join us. He surprised me the next day and sat with me at the exhibition day after day for a week. Together, we saw thousands of people come face-to-face with secrets and heard many of their soulful stories.

The time came for my father to return home so I drove him to catch his redeye flight.  The highway to Dulles Airport was long and dark with little overhead lighting. We could hear the tires rolling along the smooth pavement as we sat alone with our thoughts. My father turned to me and broke the silence by saying, “Hey Frank, you want to hear my secret?”

Before I could answer, he told me a tragic story from his childhood. Something I had never known. It broke my world open. By the time we reached the airport, my relationship with my father had been recast. I helped him with his luggage and as I watched him walk away from the car I thought. “That’s it.” That’s the beauty of PostSecret.

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