Today, I deleted my Flickr account. This may not seem like a huge deal, but Flickr has been a significant part of my life for the past year and a half- it’s why I started conceptual photography, why I’m doing a 365, the reason I even care so much about photography. Flickr introduced me to the work of some amazing photographers (Rosie Hardy, Alex Currie, Alex Stoddard, Brian Oldham, Sarah Ann Loreth, Joel Robison, Lizzy Gadd, Rob Woodcox, David Talley, the list goes on and on) and for that I will be forever grateful.
After coming out as trans and changing my name, I couldn’t change my Flickr url, which was set to my birthname. Truthfully, that's the biggest reason I deleted my account. But there were other problems: Flickr has a plethora of creepy old guy users and there was no way for me to block all of them, the copyright laws on Flickr are iffy, the format was so different from Instagram, etc.
Should I have just left the account alone for a bit so I could think over everything? Heck yeah. But I just went ahead and deleted the whole thing without even thinking through the consequences.
I lost a little over 100 followers. Whatever.
A few of those followers were actually the people who inspired me to start photography in the first place.
I won’t be eligible for Flickr 20-under-20. This one is the worst; I’ve wanted to be on Flickr 20-under-20 basically since it became a thing.
Do I regret deleting my Flickr account? No, because there are so many other adventures for me to focus on.