The worm has turned

Now that I am about to inherit some fuck you money, the time has come for the NZ film and theatre industries to treat me in a fair, reasonable and equitable manner. The Weeded Out saga was such a breach of trust (and copyright) that my basic view is that the professional industry is hopelessly corrupt and nepotistic, and so unable to handle dissent that they tried to steal my script. - There are terms that allow another team to use my script to make millions. No further involvement, my songs aren't available, and I might shit-talk you if it sucks. Pay the $70,000 and accept my terms.

Negotiations closed in 2024 as well. -

The price is fair, and the dickheads CLEARLY have a vision of how to re-write and film it.

They just have to accept that I refused to write those changes or to perform them.

Cass and James failed to win credit, Steve. You shouldn't have believed them re: a deal.

You should've asked for a signed contract to be delivered to you before harassing me.

That, Steve = compensation outside the sale price.

$30,000 imo. But whatever number you think is fair, admitting that it's true. -

I want that restraining order re: Red Scare.

On paper, signed, that they won't harass me.

Punishments are fair and appropriate in this instance. It's only their navel-gazing narcissism that prevents them from realising that they took a big punt and lost. That's the consequence of defeat. As I found out in 2020, then had a tantrum. -

That's not to mention the conversion therapy the SIS (and those people) owe me blunt and conciliatory apologies regarding. The way things are looking, I'm going to be deeply involved in politics for the next 18 months or so (possibly forever, depending on Chloe). After what happened in the past, I'm still dealing with the psychological baggage that was caused by unsubtle attempts to 'fix' me. I expect zero further attempts to convert me from the powers-that-be. Zero. Not even the faintest trace. I'm a transvestite, and I'm ok with that.