A brief lesson in humanity

The Green Party needs to fess up to their transphobia. A cisgender man singing songs wouldn't have been called a freak; a pervert; the devil; a paedophile, or any of those things.

He'd have been hailed as a rock star; for him, trashing the equipment and being too into some of the fans would've been seen as 100% normal. He'd probably have gotten laid, and it would've been a one-night stand that was perceived as unproblematic.

Justin, let's not pretend as if they're all totally straight, totally normal people that have exclusively vanilla sex. Nobody is, and the Greens are supposed to be a haven for those that are sexual and gender minorities. -

They have demonstrated persistent and repeated intolerance towards me. They conceived not one, but two evenings with the explicit goal of getting me to produce the Weeded Out series and be Michelle's friend that she talks to when her straight, male boyfriend is being a dick. Believe me when I say that the trans population at large is aware of this bullshit, and isn't very happy with my tormentors. The Green Party has to make this right with me. If you call me, you're going to get the same answers. I don't want Chloe because her party is being rude, insulting and bigoted towards me. - For various reasons, I'm basically impotent. The only way that I could conceive a child is to jizz into a turkey baster or whatever way IVF is done these days. I've said that on a number of occasions. Seeing the 'man' in me is transphobia, particularly if you're not willing to date me as a 'woman' ... that's the bullshit. -

Cisgender women gets to sing endless love songs, including those that involve marriage, without being told that they're creeping people out.

Transgender women are objects of derision. I'm very good, but they can't help me unless they feel like it's their good deed for the year. They need a charity case, not a grown-up activist who wasn't given the same opportunities, and is actually agitating to change the structure of arts funding. That's too real for them. That's too intelligent and interesting. - Of course the black screen is creeping people out: these people are too afraid to be as committed to the performance as I am. As a result of this bullshit, I refuse to perform live: that's fair, that's reasonable, and that's the choice that I have made. I'm not a token of their belief that their wokie views are correct, and everything else isn't. If they were correct, then I'd be in jail. I'm not a paedophile, and I'm not a danger to society: I just sing songs with an emotional intensity that matches my own.

As I've said, Choosing The List Rankings was initially conceived during uni as a parody of the left-wing wokesters. I might wish for certain outcomes, but a song alone isn't going to change the world. An opera genuinely might: that's my view, at least.

- I'm sure you're all familiar with the concept of voguing. That's what the act is. They don't like hearing a disembodied voice soaring on tunes that they find hard, particularly in an accent that makes them think 'parochial racist' cos they're bigots. I will never teach, assist or coach them unless I get paid. That's very reasonable. -

To Cass: Being able to play the piano well doesn't mean you know what makes a good song. That's instinct, and it helps to have something to say other than being rich is hard, though obviously Cole Porter built an entire career from that perspective.

You're jealous, though I have no idea why. You're wealthy, you're thriving, you've won awards and you've gotten to travel. Why do you need my thing too? Same goes for Salina btw. Stop trying to steal my mana, and stop putting yourselves above me, as you have in every pitch that you've made in these last few years. Maybe you and your husband are just dickheads that can't stand the idea of genuine and healthy competition... maybe you're control freaks that can't cope with a dissenting voice. - Every moment that the theatre and drag communities of Wellington spent misgendering me, insulting me, invalidating me = no plays and movies for them.

Being harsh, my vibe is that you're all afraid to feel, so you laugh at those who aren't. - I don't have a sex life, other than wanking, so the songs are important to me. However, in case you're not clear, I'm seeking a commission to write original pieces, not a bloody gig doing covers. I genuinely like some of those old songwriters, though, so that's a slightly different instance. And when I say 'like', I don't mean in a sexual way. Again, only a trans person would be forced to clarify that statement. Don was nice enough to write when I was feeling low during winter this year, and that was meaningful. - Look, people kept on telling me to be ok with being objectified, but I refused. I'm not ok with being a sex object because it makes people want to have sex with me. I want to be a composer, not a drag queen. I've literally never done drag, and never will. Treat me like a serious composer that happens to be a bohemian freak. You can disapprove of my personal life 'till the cows come home, but you can't refuse to offer me professional opportunities on that basis. You have to take my work seriously, because I sure as shit take it seriously. There is no 'they' ... 'they' = a man in maleish clothes, or someone that can't do the whole lithe thing that I do (ie someone who looks crap in women's clothes). I look good in the clothes. I want she pronouns. And James Cain: fuck off now and only fuck off until you're willing to email me like a grown-up. I don't care how highly placed you are in the Wellington Greens: fuck off, Red Scare!