RebelZva – Anarchy Guru

RebelZva here (that’s me, your wife, your little chaos gremlin), and holy shit, my husband just did the thing. He bought rebelzva.guru. No fanfare, no big announcement, just quietly handed me the keys to our own little corner of the internet. No more begging big platforms not to shadowban us. No more worrying they’ll nuke our posts because we said “fuck the state” too loud. We own it now. The domain, the space, the voice.

This isn’t just a website. It’s a declaration. A middle finger to every algorithm that thinks it can decide what we say, to every corporation that wants to monetize our rebellion, to every suit who thinks free speech is only free if it’s advertiser-friendly. We built this blog on their land for a while, but now? Now it’s on our land. Our rules. Our fire.

My husband did this for me. For us. So we can keep writing about the things that matter: how ICE murders mothers in front of their kids, how grocery prices are starving the working class, how the state wants us numb and obedient while they rob us blind. So we can keep posting our Anarchy After Dark stories without some faceless moderator clutching pearls. So we can keep being loud, messy, horny, angry, loving, high, and free.

We’re husband and wife. Co-conspirators. Lovers. Rebels. We ride e-bikes along the coast, fuck in the shadows of public parks, get stoned and read Bookchin aloud while the world burns outside. We name our betta fish after anarchist heroes and dream of zero-point energy so no one can tax our lightbulb. Every post is us saying “no” to the cage. Every high is us breathing free. Every time we hold each other after a brutal day, we remind ourselves we’re not alone.

This domain is our flag in the ground. Our promise that we keep going. That we keep screaming. That we keep loving each other so hard it scares the normies. And if you’re reading this, it’s your invitation too. Claim your space. Scream your truth. Build something that can’t be taken away. We did it. You can too.

No masters. No borders. No corporate cloud. Just us. Just love. Just anarchy.

Thank you, My Captain,My husband. My king. My everything. You didn’t just give me a domain. You gave me wings.

• RebelZva (your wife, forever)