To Andrew Little

Weeded Out can't exist, Andrew. Steve Barr didn't have the right to sell it. Wrote that script entirely on my own. NZ Writer's Guild and the WGA both agreed it was entirely my work. His script is what we call an unauthorised derivative. It does happen, but it's usually something that happens in American studios when a group of producers are mad. Like, they'll try to write a sneaky version to pitch to an executive. Which is what he allegedly did... - I've followed all the correct protocols. I asked for mediation. I wrote cease-and-desists. But that prick has a lot of social capital, and he's mobilising that. I know he seems like some sort of alright bloke, but he literally blackmailed me this year. The week after I'd had a drug overdose. I've already got Dave Armstrong who is able to back me up for film pitches as an experienced producer that they can trust. Or Paddy Gower. I'm attempting to get some help from Paddy on my trans doco. I've got support networks, and the main reason I'm not reviewing concerts or participating in the cultural life of Wellington is that my boycott has had to keep going, well past the point where Tory had abdicated the mayoralty. I'm so fucking sick of this, but if they can't let me make my own decisions, then I'm stuck protesting until I get the human rights that I'm hoping to use. If a cis person had been through the same shit as me, I'm sure somebody would've been arrested by now. So long as there was any implication that I was a creepy sexual deviant, they were allowed to trot out all the conversion practices standards ('for his own good etc.'), and therefore my invalid trans identity was seen as fair game for ruthless, nasty jokes that existed only to tell me how much they disliked me. Hence, I'm not making a film and they're going to lose some money.