Stop being rude to me, Nadine.

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I stand by my statement. It wasn't her electorate office, and I didn't go and talk to her.

I didn't take any photos. I took notes.

So, again, Nadine, I expect an apology from you and your idiot staff. - As for last Tuesday. There wasn't any security in the room: sign of how things have changed as a result of the documentary proving my innocence. I feel like a party that is supposed to champion human rights and rainbow inclusion has consistently done the opposite of that with regard to my ability to live my own life, and to be treated as innocent until proven guilty (rather than the reverse). - Are you denying that you told me to detransition? Are you denying that you told me to use cosmetics to 'enhance' my appearance? Are you denying that you campaigned to have my dick cut off? - Someone did, and I thought that the hui was very clear regarding the first question. If even one of those answers is yes, then I think I'm owed an apology. - I don't want to meet you precisely because you're stalking me. Your high and mighty bullshit is pissing me off, lady. I'm sick of being treated like a criminal when I wasn't actually charged. No matter what you thought, I don't think it's possible to use the fact that you didn't charge me as leverage to produce a Wellington version of Pose. The very idea of treating film production as if it's a kind of therapy is grotesque, particularly with all your mates laughing their way to the bank as they exploit this sicko that brought in a lot of supporters with their unpretentious manner. New Zealand might have fuck-all psychiatrists, but if I'm fucked-up as you say, then shouldn't I be receiving real therapy? Some sick, twisted psychopath that can't control their warped desires: that's how you see me, and that's why you're treating me like one. How about deigning to come to my level and owning what you said about me?