How has Wellington hurt me?

Let's count the ways: 1. Laughing behind my back when I used to walk around singing.

I bet they're regretting that now that I'm a very good singer. 2. Parents turning their kids away from me on the streets since I came out as trans.

3. Treating me like a retard, and then pretending like they didn't. 4. Blaming me for all of the RP dramas, when my brother was largely in charge of that. 5. That Tory Whanau hui. I'll never forget that, and that is why I'm stubborn. 6. Presuming I was in love with Jake. I never, ever said that. He may have said it to me, but I never said it back, as I didn't really feel that way. 7. Telling me to be a guy after literally years of evidence that I researched and posted to explain my transness to those bigots. I refuse to do so again, as I shouldn't have to. Gay people don't walk around explaining their gayness, so why should I? 8. Punching down to mock me, and telling me I was a paedo, when there is no evidence of that.

9. Criticising my cannabis campaign, despite doing nothing at all to legalise it themselves.

That particularly hurts from my peer group who got high in the States while living it up on scholarships, then telling me 'I can't get high' when clearly I had a lot of other stuff going on in my life. If I hadn't stood up for the cause, I would have been the same happy stoner that I was for the several years that I was before 2018.