To Tory

Look, you tried to teach me a lesson, but it backfired and now I'm teaching you. How can you possibly still have this idea in your head: 'oh, it was alright to make fun of Amanda because she's a sick freak?' As someone that played the brown card to try and curry sympathy after a rocky start as mayoress, I think it stinks of hypocrisy that you've routinely used my identity as a way of diminishing me as a person.

While if I was passing for a she, you'd be taking photos with me and inviting me to dinner. -

Forgive me if you meant me to form another impression, but the impression I formed at your hate hui was that you would only tolerate me as a drag queen, and wanted me to wear male clothes the rest of the time.

Totally not what my mental health team were saying, I might add... one of the absolute worst things about this entire saga was a bunch of people with no psychiatric training telling me what's best for my mental health. All that penis policing caused a mental breakdown. A fairly serious one that I haven't entirely recovered from. That's why I want an apology. -

Your mates aren't the entire rainbow community, and certainly don't speak for all of us.

I'm largely speaking for myself, but I have allies and supporters. Repainting the crossing is a nice symbol, but I expect people to really interrogate whether Wellington is a secretly racist, secretly bigoted city with a thin veneer of tolerance that quickly evaporates when money enters the picture. That's essentially my view of things after years spent in the underground.