To Steve Barr

The answer is no. No 'update' no 'do it yourself' ... only 'you are a creepy stalker' Weeded Out dies because my songs are registered with APRA. You're just embarrassed that my cheap indie films are much better than yours. This is an industry that has consistently refused to pay for my script. Not an industry that paid me a good sum for the spec, then another sum to revise. Instead, you threatened me with jail time and called me a fetishist and hence 'not trans' Show me your income statements. Show me them, compare them to mine, and fuck off. - Every year you made a six-figure income wishing you were making my movie, I was being called a fixated creep and told that I was unable to be out and make money. Only if I agreed to be a lamer Mj Rodriguez. Mr. Barr colluded with a cadre of producers - and Tory Whanau - to bully me. I'd say he blocked my hiring at RNZ recently, but can't prove it. ED visits shouldn't result from a 'harmonious' collaboration. I wonder who people think the fixated creep is now? - If I'd agreed to make the film, I wouldn't have gone to the hospital screaming no. I wouldn't have trashed my guitars while screaming no. I wouldn't have called up the mental health line for assurances that they weren't intending to force me to change my gender expression. That's what I did when I moved to this boarding house in 2023. This is why I want you in prison. No questions, no apologies, no contact. You've never met me, so million-dollar contracts seem like ludicrous lies. You've shown zero remorse, or even awareness, of your greed displacing me. Mr. Barr, when my medical records arrive, you'll end up being arrested. You blackmailed me after an overdose. That's criminal behaviour.