General Randomness

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

Secondly, I did not attack anyone. The worst I said was, ‘I am disappointed in you,’ which is hardly an attack. The bulk of the post was discussing purity politics and how we need to accept that people can become better people.

1. tell someone else how “ you’re disappointed in them”

2.justify James Gunn, and saying how people “can grow”

And now saying I “ emotionally abused “you?

“Joking” about pedophilia is not just shitty jokes and no you don’t grow from “jokes “ like that

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

Secondly, I did not attack anyone. The worst I said was, ‘I am disappointed in you,’ which is hardly an attack. The bulk of the post was discussing purity politics and how we need to accept that people can become better people.

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

Secondly, I did not attack anyone. The worst I said was, ‘I am disappointed in you,’ which is hardly an attack. The bulk of the post was discussing purity politics and how we need to accept that people can become better people.

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

There are things that I have said and done in the past that do not reflect who I am now. Be that humor, political views, or actions I have taken that I would never want dragged into the public eye. Things I am ashamed of, and deserve to be ashamed of. I’ve matured past that point, as everyone should. People should be allowed to grow, to change, to mature, and it’s not healthy to hold people to a standard of complete perfection. That’s not right.

When we decide that people aren’t allowed even a history of inappropriate behavior, we’re saying people aren’t allowed to grow. If at any point in your life you are a shitty person, that is who you are forever. You deserve to be reminded of that time whenever it’s convenient, to have your career impacted, to lose friends and opportunities. 

And let’s get some context in here while we can: This did NOT come out of nowhere. This Gunn situation was a deliberate attempt at character assassination by the far right. Gunn is very vocally anti-Trump, and so the far right went digging for any kind of infraction that would make him look worse than they are. Because, and I can’t stress this enough, they know how we react. Throw out any sign of problematic behavior, whether it’s a minute ago or ten years ago, and we’re ready to strike them down. Exactly like what is being done here. 

Where the far right is way too willing to turn a blind eye to the disgusting actions and beliefs of their heroes, we’ve gone the other way. We’ve gone to an extreme where people are held to an impossible standard, and we accept no degree of personal growth. 

It’s not about whether these tweets are offensive or not, because they clearly are, it’s about whether we allow people to change. Or whether we want to pretend that we popped out unproblematic angels. 

I can’t lie like that. 

It was six years ago. Shitty, immature, gross humor from six years ago. Since then Gunn hasn’t posted shit like that. I want to say he even apologized for it in the past (I think I hear that mentioned on a news show, but can’t remember where).

Lastly, on the subject of, ‘Why did he leave the tweets up’ I will say that’s a trap of a question. Because if he deleted them it’d be, ‘Why is he trying to cover up his actions?Is he trying to keep from facing consequences for his statements?’

Oh, and from my perspective: The best apology someone can give is to change their behavior. So even if Gunn hadn’t apologized, which again I believe he actually had but can’t verify, his actions still speak louder than words. We’ve all heard empty celebrity apologies, but this was a man who actually - without being prompted by the internet - stopped putting out that disgusting material. Moved to something more mature, more inclusive, and not based around triggering topics. 

The words had been burned in my mind over the years. How many times had I thought it cruel? The only unforgivable sin?

His fingers were cold. That also burned in my mind. I could feel it even now, icy digits so light that I once thought it was a bug scurrying under my clothes as I slept.

I was wrong.

Why can he shed his guilt, but the shame marked me for years?

Her body pressed against mind, crushing the air from my lungs, twisting my arm as she taunts me again, ‘I can use as much force as I deem fit to make you obey. THAT’S the law.’ She leaves bruises. Strips my leg of skin. Threatens me under promise of pain until I am quiet and still.

Why can she shed her guilt, but I wince at mistakes? When I expect pain when a voice is raised?

Why is surrender less forgivable than torment?

It doesn’t matter, I remind myself, sinking deeper into the tub.

The water was so dark now. So warm.

My wrist still throbbed, but the pain was slowly fading.

Everything was fading.

“Suicide is the only unforgivable sin.”

Well, mom, if you ‘forgive’ your way into heaven, then I will gladly take hell.

My eyes slip shut, and I am gleefully aware it’s for the last time

—-

God, the light is blinding!

“Only for a moment.” A powerful voice answered calmly, and I have to shield my eyes with one hand, trying to blink away the white spots. Slowly, the world comes to focus around me, and my confusion only grew.

I was in a… Room? A palace? It was changing with each passing moment, ancient columns of stone and mortar replaced with crisp and modern lines, one style fading to another so fluidly that it almost seemed strange to question how.

There was hardly a moment to get used to the strange room, before the arched ceiling above broke into a thousand shards of vividly colored light, another blinding flash before I became all-too aware of the thousands of forms overhead, gliding, swooping, and diving above.

My throat goes dry, eyes transfixed on the figures. My body goes cold with dread as I remember my death, the peace that filled me before now replaced with a horrific fear of what might be denied.

Above is heaven.

I must be -

“You’re not going to hell.”

My head jerks down, for the first time noticing a plainly dressed man standing just a few feet away.

At a glance, there wasn’t anything about him which screamed authority. He wore a simple robe, bound at the waist with a length of rough cord. Deceptively simple clothes, juxtaposed against a man who was impossible to forget.

His hair was long, dark, and densely curled, creating a mane which framed a face almost too handsome to be real. His eyes seemed almost black, just for a moment, before catching the light and sparkling with hues of gold and mahogany. Colors of churned earth. Of dark forests with the sun peaking between branches. The colors of life.

It was his radiance, more than his appearance, which drew my attention. Emotions waved off of him. Power. Compassion. Warmth. I felt tiny before him, but mighty. Filled with something deeper than faith.

Before me, in his almighty grace and wisdom, God himself sank to his knees. One hand, so gentle that for a moment I almost forgot the power which this figure held, cupped my palm and traced one finger along the trench in my wrist - the one which had ultimately stolen my life. He paused at every tiny scar cutting across the deep wound, the years of pain that I had inflicted upon myself.

Dark eyes glistened slightly, and He heaved a powerful sigh. Around me, heaven itself quaked and darkened, in my surprise I nearly tore my hand back.

God would not release me so easily.

Instead, he raised my fingertips to press against his forehead.

I stood awkwardly still, transfixed in my awe as angels glided above us, arms burdened with robes, strips of linen, and a small tub of water scented with a perfume which roused feelings of excitement and joy - feelings I hadn’t experienced in years.

“I don’t unders-” My voice froze in my throat, my eyes raising to follow one of hundreds of angels as they swirled above, humming a hymn that I was sure I had never heard before, but knew as well as I my Earthly name. The song was older than man, older than Earth, a gift to those who earned God’s praise.

“What have I done to earn this?” I demand, my breath coming hard and sharp, and tears filling my eyes at the beauty and grace which I surely couldn’t deserve. This had to be a cruel deceit, to allow me to experience Heaven, before being thrust into hell with fellow my fellow sinners.

My lip trembled slightly, and I struggled to contain what little composure I still possessed. Don’t cry. A part of me scolded, You would stand before God and weep?

The fingers cupping my wrist loosen slightly and reflexively I glance down, meeting God’s gaze, His eyes brimmed with tears. Like my own. “God kneels before you, and weeps.” He releases my arm, bowing his head once more.

A chair slid under me, and hands urged me to sit. Nervously I gripped the arms of the seat, any peace drown by a surge of shame and unworthiness.

“No.” God spoke again, voice edged with warning. He waited a long moment, for the swell of self-loathing to fade, before dipping the edge of one of the linen sheets into the water and lifting my foot to wipe the dirt of Earth away. With each slow motion, I could feel the weight of my life lifting. The pain lessening. My scars, both literal and not, fading slowly back to the perfection He had intended.

“My child.” His voice boomed once more, filled with regret and pain, “Forgive me, my dear child.”

My feet clean from the sin of Earth, God gestured for me to rise, so that my deathly shroud could be replaced with immaculate white robes, draped lightly over my broad shoulders.

“Father…” The dread and shame ebbed away, but curiosity still remained, “I sinned. I stole the life which you gave.”

God shook his head, rising to His feet once more, “I feel no anger for children who return to me by their own hand. Only grief.” God doesn’t look at me, His eyes instead gazing into the endless expanse of Heaven. “There are demons more malicious than my fallen children. For some, it is the humans who have turned from me.” He pauses, knowing well of the torment I had faced when alive. Memories come easily. The pain of beatings. Hands I did not welcome to touch my body. Mockery where I sought aid. Betrayal.

Pain usually followed such thoughts, but God had washed such things away. Left behind was only the knowledge of the wrong which had been done, a testament to what I had endured.

“For you.” He continued, quickly earning my attention again, “Those demons attacked all. It stilled laughter. Bred self-loathing. Hid your worth. Shut out even my love.”

Mighty arms drew me closer, wrapping around me in a protective hug. “You fought your war. Valiantly. Courageously. You stand before me as a casualty, one who I welcome to my kingdom.”

I found tears again touching my eyes, but this time I did nothing to stop myself from sobbing into God’s shoulder, clutching Him with all of my might. For the first time in my existence, I felt forgiveness, love, and acceptance.

——-

Days pass. Decades pass. It is all the same. Time flips and folds into itself, marked only by comparison to Earth.

I visit Earth often, though, dressed in the gold and white robes gifted to me when I entered the Kingdom. On my head sits a delicate wreath of light, marking me a soldier in His name. It was only fitting, I thought, that a soldier in life would continue such work.

Our weapons lay across Earth. Little things, which worldly warriors may not even notice. I am partial to the pills, miracles which hadn’t yet existed when I was alive. A simple brush of my hands as the healers - no, pharmacists - packaged their wares, and the medicine became a shield or a sword. Into it I poured strength, to battle longer. Harder. To beat back sadness and woe.

Others found their own way. Some soldiers worked intricately, lifting the spirit of one who shines brightly, knowing that their joy may spread to those who need it.

Many inspired new doctors, guiding their paths to aid others.

Some, though they belong to our division, fill the role of a muse. Inspiring. Aiding in creation. They spend months, sometimes years, refining the gifted. Though I once didn’t understand the practice, their cunning is clear in the results. Thousands of our charges, inspired and compelled. Strengthened by stories much like their own, to continue fighting.

We are all soldiers in our own right, but sometimes we fail. One of the charges falls, a casualty to their demons. On those days, heaven darkens as God mourns his wounded child.

But, on better days, the warriors return to us as victors in their battles. They greet us as old friends and allies in a war hard fought, and join us as honored veterans.

Those days I long for, to see God beam with pride at his children.

Or are you denying that you said things like that Fallon “Used to be a man,” and pointing out when she started presenting as female as a means to undercut her legitimacy as a woman?

2) I don’t see you doing either, so you don’t really have room to talk do you? In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen you apologize to anyone.

But this is how you are. You’ll twist an argument and play like you’re a victim. Look into medication and anger management classes Tiltilla. Delusions aren’t really healthy at all.

And this isn’t the first time you did this. You want to talk reps, you actually have one as well.

I have done nothing at all to deserve what you are doing right now. I called you childish, and you are. I called you a TERF, and you are. That does not give you the right to make comments about my mental health or my sexual history. In fact, neither of these things are any of your business, nor are they things which you should poke your little insults at.

You should step back and take a look at your behavior. This isn’t befitting a grown adult. This is behavior which is dangerous, problematic, and absolutely reprehensible. It is very ironic that you are talking about me needing help when I am perfectly calm and lucid, and you are erupting with absolutely disgusting remarks that go well beyond the line.

And if your ass wasn’t lazy, I posted my thoughts in a better manner. But I know you didn’t because you really are hellbent on making me into a villain in your own mind.

And also, anons sent me messages who didn’t jump off the deep end. They told me about the articles to look up and I made my stance clear on the issue.

But since you wanted to drag me based off an argument you had with someone else in May, as well as lie about it , I say fuck you again Tilly. You made it into a dramatic post. YOU wanted to embellish and make me seem like I ask my friends to “attack others”. YOU wanted to come at me with dramatic lies.

You do give a damn sweetie. You keep thinking you can have the last word and be some “ putt bull ” in arguing when really, you’re a little bitch. You just really thought I’d never find the “ problematic posts” you wanted to whine about.

And if you really want to go there, post YOUR evidence of me asking people to step in. Post how YOU ‘APOLOGIZED’ to the person you brought up. Use links because I have them but I’ll give your ass the chance to be honest sweetie.

But we both know you’re only using that argument to try and burn me. You never apologized directly and your parting words were not kind. But do continue on about how “ you were picked on”

Provide links with your accusations sweetheart. I’ll let you go first before I do.

People who followed me at the time remember both threads. The original argument, and the one where I explained why it was such a personal issue. Other people don’t need to be drawn in. I didn’t mention names for a reason. I didn’t single anyone out for a reason. I am still not giving names for a REASON.

I gave a vague description of why I dislike you and your circle of friends based on something which occurred months ago which I found reprehensible. You were the one who decided, on your own accord, to go digging through messages to try to prove, in your mind, who was in the right.

The big problem?

No one was.

The other user was every bit as in the wrong as I was. My behavior was reprehensible, but so was hers. It was absolutely shitty from start to finish. It could have just broken off with us both fuming, but then she took it further. She decided to escalated it. She made additional posts. She patted herself on the back about being right. She made references to my abuse. From that point on, she was more in the wrong. I might have been angry and said things I should not have, but I have never in my life crossed those kinds of lines.

I have never taken personal information and used it to gaslight someone else. Because saying things like, ‘Makes you no better than your abuser,’ is a shitty thing to say to someone who was discussing a history of abuse. Going on to accuse me of abuse, even self-abuse, was too far.

But, sure, post your links. What do you think I am afraid of? That people will see me yelling, screaming, and acting inappropriately? Yeah, they’ll see that. I’ve already SAID I behaved inappropriately. I made that abundantly clear. There was no part of my behavior which I can point to and say, ‘THAT is the sort of person I want to show to my friends.’

And, sure, I wasn’t even that calm when things were winding down. I was, frankly, still pissed. I didn’t make my points as clear as I am now that I have a clear head and understand more just how much I was projecting onto the video.

But, if you do, let’s make something clear. You posting links to that proves nothing about our disagreement here. You might think that you are pulling skeletons out of the closet, but I’m being perfectly honest here.

So for anyone listening:

I behaved like a snotty bitch in the links Dicapito wants to post. 100% unjustified. I said terrible things. I was insulting. I didn’t need to be nearly as angry as I was. I didn’t apologize nearly as well as I should have, or nearly as thoroughly as I thought I has. I assumed being vulnerable about what had happened would explain my actions, but I should have directly explained why it was so traumatizing to me.

But none of that, not one bit, excuses the other person saying the things she had about my history of abuse.

You want to say how I’m an asshole? Hun, it’s on the blog but since you seem to not be getting laid on a regular basis , your ass really wanted to twist what I was saying into me hating transwomen.

The only disappointing thing is you sweetie. I ended the argument but yet you kept continuing. Grow the fuck up. You wanted a fight and then you wanted to tag me and try and make me into something I’m not. Learning from Chandra75 I see.

And since you want to keep this going, consider yourself tagged

You and your little gang-up mean literally nothing to me. But, you want to act like I just suddenly don’t like you because you’re a TERF? Like I just suddenly pop up out of nowhere and start attacking you? Like I have betrayed you in some way?

But you jumped into MY conversation and started acting like an ass. You kept it going for two fucking days. YOU made the transphobic statements.

None of that is on me.

You wanted to keep things going, so I kept things going. Now you don’t like that, so you’re going to call in your little followers to start “Blacklisting” me for saying I disagreed with you.

You lost your cool sweetie. You wanted to get your SJW nut on and come at me like a bitch in heat.

You wanted to keep at it and when I said I was done, you kept running your mouth and trying to really take it left field. Kind of like the whole shit about the girl dancing on the desk. And let’s not forget your argument with Caryler as well.

I will not be giving out names, because generally when I find someone to be reprehensible I don’t go out of my way to get my friends to attack them. Because I don’t blacklist people. I don’t bully people. I don’t ask my friends to hate the people that I hate. If I feel that something bothers me, I remove myself rather than act like I need to force my opinions on others.

And so I quietly unfollowed you at least a few weeks ago, if memory serves. Maybe without thinking when you reblogged me first, but it’s not like I have gone out of my way to even so much as view your blog. You can check you feed, if you like. You’ll notice a conspicuous lack of activity from me, at very least over the last number of weeks

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I lost my cool. I absolutely did. I get mad, I say things I shouldn’t, and I cuss like a sailor.

But, whether or not I acted poorly is irrelevant because you started this, you perpetuated this, you made it personal, you directed every escalation. Now you are standing here, again, trying to bring in your Tumblr army because someone pissed you off and it’s ridiculous.

My thoughts are my own and frankly no one I know goes attacking people “ for me ”. I sure do get these extra accusations thrown my way once people decide they don’t like me.

You wanted to derail and start making snide ass remarks in your tags towards me. YOU did. YOU wanted to go the extra mile and add shit that was not even needed.

That was you. In your tags. Telling people to unfollow or block me because you have an issue with my views. So don’t sit there and act like I am pulling shit out my ass, making unfounded accusations, or any other shit.

You were also the one who started making comments like, ‘Oh you’re just butthurt,’ and the like. That was you. You made it personal. I said I was disapponted in you, and then you took it too far. You made assumptions. You escalated this shit.

And, for the fucking record, I noticed a number of followers making transphobic content, which is ironic considering that it is Trans-awareness week. So while you were INCLUDED in my comment concerning my followers learning shit about trans-issues, it wasn’t directly ONLY at you.

You want to say how I’m an asshole? Hun, it’s on the blog but since you seem to not be getting laid on a regular basis , your ass really wanted to twist what I was saying into me hating transwomen.

The only disappointing thing is you sweetie. I ended the argument but yet you kept continuing. Grow the fuck up. You wanted a fight and then you wanted to tag me and try and make me into something I’m not. Learning from Chandra75 I see.

And since you want to keep this going, consider yourself tagged

You and your little gang-up mean literally nothing to me. But, you want to act like I just suddenly don’t like you because you’re a TERF? Like I just suddenly pop up out of nowhere and start attacking you? Like I have betrayed you in some way?

But you jumped into MY conversation and started acting like an ass. You kept it going for two fucking days. YOU made the transphobic statements.

None of that is on me.

You wanted to keep things going, so I kept things going. Now you don’t like that, so you’re going to call in your little followers to start “Blacklisting” me for saying I disagreed with you.