I'm not going flatting

Since I came out, it's better to live alone. I prefer the motel to my last flatting situation, and I think that it was a really strong base from which to continue my transition. This is safer; if people hadn't wanted to hear my voice on tape last year, I probably wouldn't have annoyed people, but wearing the green dress isn't illegal or 'gang colours' or any of that bs... it annoyed me that Dakta played up that aspect of the cause when the Wellington Daktory was happening. People don't like me; that's all I've learned from becoming Amanda. Those people who mocked me are finding out that I'm not happy, and not willing to laugh it off. - Particularly once I had my diagnoses, it all felt like rich, privileged people punching down on me the mentally ill activist struggling to be understood due to the ignorance of those privileged people; when I was nominally a straight guy - who everyone thought was secretly gay - people were more tolerant. I mean, even Chloe makes 6 times more in a year than I do, and yet my script which riffs on her cult of personality is 'problematic' when it was mostly expressing the Greens ethos... that's the sort of thing that bugs me when the pollies complain about my quips. It is not possible to sell me on a solution that involves me continuing to live in Central Wellington. I really want to leave, and nothing can change my mind. This city feels like a prison to me, and that's a sign it's time to leave.