Real talk

Well, despite a lot of people thinking that I'm still crazy and unstable, my mental health team has decided to discharge me and let my GP handle my prescriptions etc. I presume that Camilla reads my blog, hence why I threw her name into a story. 👋🏻 She never mentioned any notion of assisting VUW being a requirement of this discharge, and also said that they haven't had a complaint about my activism for a very long time... presumably those messages that I sent to Chloe following her campaign launch (which I feel bad about, but not that bad!😅), or after the election when I ran out of meds. This suggests that my posts probably have some grains of truth. I wish that my life was less complicated, and that people would speak to me directly regarding my blog and whatever content is pissing them off. - What does this mean? It means I want VUW to respect those cease-and-desists. It also means that this bullshit IP war was obviously for real, and has concluded. That is what it means to fight the powers-that-be. I might have had a fever, but this war has been going on for several months where I was generally lucid and sane, and I've firmly established my legal rights. - Dobbyn was actually charged with inciting a riot. I wasn't physically present at the occupation of Parliament, so hence obviously wasn't charged. Rich, privileged Wellington has continuously treated me as guilty until proven innocent. Despite this, the Wellington Police have never pressed any charges. - Tina is a character in a book. That is what I'm writing, and stop asking me to be her. You're the ones that ruined my reputation by spreading ugly rumours, and it isn't my responsibility to recreate my famous numbers in a story that was explictly written to use NZ folk songs. That's actually one of the core elements of this contractual dispute: they refused to offer unless I used the songs that they said. Obviously, that's not how this works, and that is why VUW and Red Scare failed to persuade me. I'm only ever going to say no. It's time for my enemies to give up. Their threats are only that: empty threats by people scared for their livelihoods. Newsflash: you lot dragged my name through the mud, making it so that I can't get jobs, and that is one of the ways that you tried to manipulate me. I think that it's time that I get a fair go. I'm over 30, I've achieved some success, and I've certainly proved that I can satisfy stakeholders with my Dakumentary. Those short stories are a good stepping stone, and I re-read Shipwrecked last night. I'm still really proud of how that is shaping up... I'm considering translating the dialogue for the two bits which are in Te Reo Māori atm.