I’ve been communicating with Locals support and they don’t really have an answer for me because they need to see which devices you are individually using and why you’re not seeing my videos. So I am forwarding to you what the Support told me
“there are a variety of factors that can impact, and we would need more information about their specific devices and actions to further look into it. The best thing they can do if they having issues is to send it to support: https://thetorridtribe.locals.com/contact or [email protected]
I will have less of a presence on The Torrid Tribe Community. We have very little activity here. This is a sign to me that members have found other social media resources that they are spending more time in. I am happy to see less censorship on social media in general. I started The Torrid Tribe 4 years ago when we were in a state of censorship and lockdowns. It was a difficult time and this was a haven and sanctuary for so many.
I will be lightly posting things here to give you all content to see. This community will always be open to everyone and will resurrect to its full capacity if subscribers show they want it fully operational again with full time administration.
Thank you for being a part of this community. Sending each of you hugs.
K-
Creator of The Torrid Tribe
Passion is the vibe that I want to bring to this community. I want to enjoy your passion for whatever it is you are into. Let's share what we learn - and learn what each other shares. Foodies unite. I love to cook and share recipes. I will regularly post pictures and recipes are available upon request. I would enjoy discussing your past, present and future journeys. Nature is God and Mother Earth's exquisite gift to us. Share a picture and we will enjoy the beauty through your eyes. Let's get deep and consensual with great subjective matter. This is a non judgemental safe place to let everything hang out.
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Torri
Dallas, Texas, 1954. Bette Nesmith Graham was drowning.
She was a divorced single mother raising her young son Michael on a secretary's salary of $300 a month. She'd dropped out of high school, and her typing skills were honestly terrible. But she needed this job at Texas Bank & Trust desperately—she was the sole provider for her family.
The problem? Her boss demanded perfection from an imperfect typist using newly-installed IBM electric typewriters that made mistakes nearly impossible to correct.
One error meant retyping an entire page. Sometimes multiple pages. Hours of work erased by a single slip of the finger. The new carbon-film ribbons made pencil erasers useless—they just smudged the page into an even worse mess.
Bette was drowning in her own mistakes, terrified every day that she'd lose the job her family depended on.
Then one December day in 1954, she watched artists painting holiday decorations on the bank's windows. She noticed something that changed everything: when they made a mistake, they didn't ...
