Liana Kerzner also firmly believes that I know that she is right, again, as always, about everything, that I really know that my 20+ years documented stance on trans-speciesism is, deep-down where I am always “lying” to myself, a mockery of actual victims of hate (of which, I can never be a victim of anything, even my own 25+ years documented mental health condition, despite being pretty much the same on every front as Poppy except for one), and that I know, without a doubt, that trans-speciesism isn’t “trans” as being “trans” requires medical care and medical treatment (her former friend Poppy, who broadcast a video of Kerzner defending her with the title “Liana Kerzner BTFOed my exes…” or some such, might like to know that’s Kerzner’s stance, just sayin’… 👀) and is all about gender, somehow, even though being half-wolf half-skunk isn’t an expression of ‘gender’ since I’m a cisgender male regardless of my body or social presentation and that’s never been in doubt, except to her lawyer Dr. Mark Bourrie, who misgendered me after I said I my dysphoria over my appearance on camera prevented me from engaging on YouTube for now (which, apparently, was just an elaborate set up, months ago, to now mock transgender people), and that I even if I don’t know that she’s right, deep down, when I stop lying to myself, which, she firmly believes I am and that I do, it doesn’t matter because my unique treatment of trans women, which has never been unique, I treat everyone exactly the same (being, how they decide to treat me, exactly, matching each point and behavior with no moral qualms) except in one respect, being that I treat men who fuck with me much worse than I do anyone else, so, I guess I’m misandrist in the end, subconsciously, and which Liana Kerzner observed for five years (the exact same ‘enraging,’ which, she acknowledged wasn’t me being angry at all at the time) without any confrontations, shows that even if I’m not consciously transphobic then I’m subconsciously transphobic because I, wow, expect trans women to… appreciate me? for some reason, or at least some weirdly humiliating ritual she’s decided I engage in for me, like she does for everyone who bothers her, that I’ve never engaged in as far as I know and no one has reported back to me I’ve ever done, not even Saige, Audrey, Annie, or Poppy as far as I can remember or observe, and not only firmly believes that I know she is right about all of that, but that I also know, deep down, that everything I’ve done is “terrible” and immoral, and that this conscience she’s decided I have, for me, again, is eating me up inside, blackening my soul that she’s decided I have, for me, again, and that her “inference” of my motives, a process that, when I exercise it, is denied legitimacy by her and her lawyer, is objective-enough (intersubjective? calling Yuval Harari!) to serve as proof that I am truly lying to myself and that makes me unable to ever tell the truth about anything (as I stated in our last exchange about, I guess, business, since every single thing we ever talked about in our entire friendship was actually about securing and maintaining her website because we were never actually friends, seeing as how, when she further shared @troll_patrol4’s personal medical history and identity with me it was about the threat he posed to her and her website, somehow, and not about the current conflict that was happening on Twitter between me, my husband, and Mitchell Jura, which, I already published that specific exchange on Twitter way before my “dox site” I totally also deep down know is a “dox” site held the chat logs, according to Liana Kerzner, I didn’t immediately ‘use’ that information then and only revealed it when I began to realize the depths of her abuse, confidential information she shared after this super scary dude advised me that I’d given away a dirty secret to the Internet of what really bothered me, using logic much like Liana’s), a conscience and soul that I don’t possess, as I’ve stated multiple times that I’ve never experienced those things the way most people describe them in my entire life including childhood, but, who says that right?, well, I do, for years, on my websites, and my social media, but, how can I ever determine any of that or report any of those experiences as authentic when I don’t fulfill the moral obligation of expressing my emotions in order to not avoid the emotional elements, as Liana Kerzner diagnosed me to be displaying, and then kept insisting that’s how people, like the horrible “stalkers,” a category she proactively placed me in for having the audacity to watch her public videos and view her public post, and on top of that cannot even be considered sane because I “believe” (I don’t believe, I know) that I’m a half-wolf half-skunk whose meant to look like one, present like one, and in all respects be one, something that, ever since I felt validated and hopeful upon seeing Howard The Duck on cable because I’ve known this about myself ever since I could remember and at that time knew nothing about “furries” at all and used to lie in my bed trying my darndest to do everything I could to will myself into transforming into it, as I’ve written multiple times in the last 18-months, and for 20 years (ever since I was lambasted and mocked for wanting to be a ‘real-life furry’ and trying to coin the term phenomic freedom, which, is now relevant to everyone including transgender individuals, which is a goal that is now backed by an actual non-profit, one that I tried to form approximately 20 years ago, poorly, and was labeled a conman for, as is documented on the Internet if you look for it), according to Liana Kerzner, a mental health journalist, advocate, YouTube influencer, radio and podcast host, and peer counselor that is now lock-step in line with the large number of conservatives, bigots, and other assholes that I used to argue with (er, harass off the Internet, as Liana puts it, something I celebrated when we did it to a pastor and again she did not object at all), including a Nazi-adjacent Objectivist account that we argued with for an entire evening that claimed my husband and I couldn’t possibly be Objectivists because we “believed we were animals,” and couldn’t possibly know anything about philosophy, to which Liana balked in indignation as she participated, and who we “pwned” hard when he couldn’t even recognize a quote directly from Ayn Rand and contradicted it to try to own us, and all other Objectivists who reject the notion of “animal people” and identities using the same logic they do to reject the idea of transgenderism, and I have the audacity to tell everyone who might bother, or even dare, to listen, since listening to me at all violates her boundaries since every single thing I say about her, my experiences with her as a friend, and the conversations she had with me that turn out to provide copious evidence of her culpability in endangering a psychological disabled and at-risk adult through mental health stigma because she’s reasonably known about the person who most likely has been sending her disturbing messages for the last two years, as we kept remind her, while aggressively pinning it on me with alleged messages the likes of which have never been shared with us (despite desperately requesting them, multiple times), that she’s wrong about me, and what I believe, think, feel, know, my motivations, my reasoning, my philosophy, and everything else about my life as the only expert in the universe on the subject of me, much like Liana reserves for herself at all times making video after video after video resisting any and all attempts by others to interpret or reinterpret her like I have done for the past 18 months in writing consisting of thousands and thousands of words that apparently nobody should read because it violates the privacy of the relationship between her and the company I happen to own since, one day, she “loaned” it some money for services, according to Liana Kerzner herself as broadcast on the air in April of this year, a psychological and interpersonal pain point Liana disagrees with, referencing it as a delusional self-image because she firmly believes that I lie to myself since she knows the core truth of my entire existence for all time, which I know happens to be mostly what she believes since she told it to me in a professional conversation where we were only discussing business, (novel information to me that Liana Kerzner most likely also firmly believes I know) which only shows that people like me, the ones who are different than the people she defends, or defended, because she found their abuse and harassment at the hands of Kiwi Farms unconscionable since they reinforced the attitude of her stalker ex that Poppy only have Borderline symptoms when it’s convenient for her abusers, an individual in their 40s who is also also furry, suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder, is intelligent, non-monogamous, lives their lives online (supposedly), one targeted by what she said was a barometer of who is the most vulnerable, is homosexual, owns a business, is into alternate Eastern philosophies like Zen, and who also have blocked her, but, not cisgender, or male, are “terrible people” for not “handling” our mental health symptoms, which both Liana and Poppy, a licensed therapist with a Master’s in Counseling specializing in personality disorders, firmly believe they know for me, in ways designed, I argue, pointlessly, to delegitimize every things I might possibly say, an argument that is entirely dismissed because Liana happened to agree, wholeheartedly, that my behavior looked like Poppy’s diagnosis of symptoms that she never ever does, she just doesn’t, because, I speculate, pointlessly, she heard me say, in person, early on, in Seattle, outside of a breakfast cafe, that I don’t believe in intrinsic value, which she cannot separate in her deep philosophical mind that bores her to sleep from the concept of “self-value,” and which is an assertion she, in her own words, in a video about red flags in friendships funny enough, took “felt bad for,” so she, I speculate, as I have done repeatedly, and pointlessly (described by outsiders as “shouting into the wind” and evidence I should “protect my peace” and “walk away,” which happens to be the same advice Liana gives her audience every two or three months or so for some reason), she took on as a justification to not believe me the first time when I told her exactly how all of this would go, being an illustration of my moral philosophy by virtue of explaining what happens when I get into conflicts like this to which she expressed mostly agreement and resonance stating, “me too,” because it was more virtuous to disbelieve me and assume the best about my nature, which would then have to line up with her moral beliefs which, logically, aren’t Objectivist at all since they consist of “parenting” other people, fixing them, showing them the way by example and passive-aggressive comments, I can only presume, since I was too much of a genetically dumb motherfucker to realize that I shouldn’t write those 208 words she has misquoted, with disastrous effects for me, and which happen to be the narrative on Kiwi Farms that we discussed in detail for the last four months of our relationship, in a long blog post that was actually about my dreams, since I gather that only I get to determine what I write is about, except I don’t because, well, I’m that kind of crazy, the bad kind, as opposed to Poppy, who managed her BPD appropriately as determined by Liana Kerzner, the BPD whisperer, who thanked me for my insight into BPD so she could become such and save poor Poppy from that unconscionable situation, much like, I speculate, pointlessly, she was trying to save me from a ghastly philosophy of having no self-value due to my horrible alcoholic father who, according to Liana Kerzner, didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself, which is weird since I remember him actually imparting lesson in managing emotions with healthy doses of scary reality to me when I was as young as 6 (he told me not to worry about things I can’t control because, in the end, I could die at any moment), and I have the ludicrously delusional idea that anyone should ever take me seriously, or believe me over an important society-contributing former television star and video games journalist, which is a notion that Liana Kerzner, in a weird mixture of Boomer and Gen X, which probably stems from her and her husband’s age difference, has appeared extremely motivated, given her prolonged gradual escalations she hopes no one ever notices or remembers, to socially correct me over in a highly Kiwi Farms-like lesson involving an 18-month-and-growing campaign of mental health stigma, that I stubbornly refuse to internalize, going to any moral length to defend myself, and refute, including writing incredibly strange, hard to read, long-winded as fuck sentences, like this one, so that, at this point, she will hopefully have difficulty screen capping and cropping my writing that she’s continues to stalk (after telling me not to dozens of times, as if it was a moral failure) to practice the social ritual of relaying highly selective facts, something she denies, as usual, only days prior, because there is a pinpoint accurate reason behind every single damn thing I do if people’d just ask (and then listen), reasons that Liana Kerzner, in her infinite mental health influencer wisdom, never seems to point out with any accuracy, and instead consistently fills in nefarious motives and conspiracies over any little thing, like my intellectual shortcomings in using vocabulary I had no idea had a specialized academic definition, and which I explained profusely, in long, drawn out, boring as fuck sentences, lengths that I endure even if they are socially ridiculous, cringe, or may even hurt my credibility in the eyes of close-minded people who use their neurotypicality as an excuse for shitty behavior, which, doesn’t include Liana because she’s quirky as fuck, as demonstrated by her acquired taste for black coffee and dry wine, just like my sister-in-law, and self-conscious anxiety when wearing a Fantastic Four sweater that probably nobody gives a shit about, and speaking of narcissism, she shows that she will continue to gradually escalate by using terms like ‘narcissistic abuse’ that even I have trouble following (but who’s surprised, right?) because I cannot figure out how an accusation that a gender fluid made towards me, when I wasn’t there to defend myself, is somehow the accusation I’m making towards them when I refer to the original accusation and its full context, but which I speculate, pointlessly, is an attempt to get me to further share those horribly private screenshots from a functionally public Discord server, so much so the moderators warn people about it while simultaneously denying it’s public to the outside, as well as a means to “game the algorithm” as discussed in posts made on November 4, 2024, 17 months ago, and 1 month into her character assassination campaign against me, by Liana and the gender fluid individual, since it makes absolutely no sense to me and Liana Kerzner, mental health journalist, has failed to do her typical weekend google search for a pop-psychology article to turn it into a fact because, I surmise, pointlessly, I’m just not even worth that effort anymore, and I back this up by also pointing out, which I did at the time as well, like most everything that I’ve already done before, that she also chastised people who liberally throw around the word “narcissist” at other people by pointing out they show signs of NPD themselves in a quote tweet of a very particular thread on November 3 of 2025, a few days after Poppy, the furry, Borderline, non-monogamous trans woman she defended, who also has at least one alter, a symptom of DID, that indeed is a human-animal, quietly blocked her on BlueSky, and one she also shared soon after one of my kerfuffles, a thread, by Jonathan Shedler, that goes on to detail how people with personality problems find camouflage, a term I explained to Liana Kerzner in detail as part of fashioning her into a self-proclaims BPD whisperer, by taking on particular philosophies that “allows” them, or gives them “permission structures,” (which, frankly, I call excuses, but I guess I’m not progressively sensitive enough), to do whatever sadistic, malignantly narcissist thing they want, like, say, that much maligned philosophy of Ayn Rand’s called Objectivism, which, she had participated in our Facebook group about, where she stated that if the government can provide services at a lower cost they should do it because it’s good capitalism all while deriding mercantilism, a symptom of falling asleep during those weekly philosophy book sessions she recently talked about I’m guessing, pointlessly, but which, nobody was ever talking about, ever, I just “see myself” in everything bad, which, tells you a lot about what I think of myself, except, I can’t, because I’m actually lying to myself, which, is nonsensical to me, but which very swiftly explains why Liana Kerzner, when running across a contradiction in her interpretations of me simply throws her hands up in the air and exasperates, “It makes no sense!” and for which I suffer, but hey, given all of that, what the fuck does someone like me, a furry, trans-species (because I “believe I’m an animal”), Borderline Personality Disorder diagnosed, highly intelligent (this Liana has agreed with once since, because it’s a sign of how manipulative I’m able to be), non-monogamous individual who lives their lives online (supposedly), is, or was, targeted by what Liana described, to me, as a barometer of who is the most vulnerable, is homosexual, owns a business, is alternate-philosophy-steeped, and is a cisgender male who, also, happens to have blocked her after a long, seemingly close, friendship, actually know, as in, what in the fuck does someone like me, a seeming psychological “broken-unit,” as reinforced in the phrase “broken nobody” by Liana’s associate Audrey; a figment of societal detritus; a laughably thesaurus-bound mother’s-basement-dwelling adolescent-minded misogynist troglodyte that also, get this, thinks he’s an animal, actually fucking know about real, adult, high-stakes, responsible life?

Here, you get a doxx!

And you get a doxx!

Everyone gets a doxx!

Asher Wolfstein’s 5-Year Telegram Exchange With Liana Kerzner

… why do I call them doxxes?

Well, as Liana posted from some godforsaken place, that I disagree with but she firmly believes I absolutely, deep down, know is correct, for me, and that I’d recognize if I just stopped lying to myself and accepted my profound self-loathing instead of taking it out on everyone else, like Liana:

It’s (Publicly Private) Commercially-Protected Embarrassment That’s Intended, For Me, In Liana’s Own Tyrannical Mind, To Humiliate Them By Telling Them What The Fuck They Did!

And to which Jessica Bryce Routhier, aka Poppy Diabolique of the L’Enfant Diabolique system, insisted, manipulatively, was something we should have empathy and understanding for, and when I didn’t agree, and then didn’t hold her boundary as if it had always been mine, and my full responsibility, for her, declared to the entire world (except me, whom she finally blocked, since she absolutely could not do that before for some completely reasonable reason) that I was experiencing symptoms of the personality disorder we both share, despite never talking to me before or ever meeting me at all, which didn’t stop her whatsoever (though, I can’t know a damn fucking thing about her behavior because I don’t know her, as Liana Fucking Kerzner Firmly Fucking Believes To Be True), when she said, “You are Splitting. Stop,” in order to, as I Firmly Fucking Believe To Be True, delegitimize me to her followers with some good ol’ classic mental health stigma while simultaneously framing her as a victim of my misogynist cisgender male insistence that she *checks notes* kiss my… feet? shoes? paws? whatever… because she had already set up, in a nonsensical post about boundaries I’ve already torn the fuck apart, that I was desperately pining for her fucking valuable and rewarding Mommy-proxy attention, and which I never once demanded, because I wouldn’t do that in a million fucking years because I don’t feel guilt over anything I do that I don’t apologize for, which I say, repeatedly, so you got the answer to that fucking stupid question, all of which Liana Kerzner picked up, for no reason whatsoever other than she needed to cancel a stupid fandom game she had the audacity to phone in when my husband was doing 90% of the actual work, one she realized she couldn’t actually write (if I had been involved, it would’ve gotten fucking done, as we’re now going to see, and which I’ve said before, exhaustively, repeatedly, ad nauseum, and always pointlessly…) and tried to turn into her pathetically weak-ass version of a “nuclear option,” into my ruined-for-life identity.

They think they have everything, but,

I’m here to finally fucking tell you,

once and for fucking all, that,

No. They. Don’t.

Full stop.

I have now demonstrated a full, and proper, nuclear option in all its cringetastic brilliant glory.

I recommend that next time you want to duke it out behind the high school parking lot you don’t bring a katana.

Coming up next in the wunky world of Asher…

He’s gonna be able to proudly tell you about the network that

Puts The FUN In Fuck You!

(otherwise known as funetwork.tv)

Headlining the brilliant semigraphics delivered new show that’s got every normative living room talking…

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Therapy!

Starring our infamous host that everybody lies about not knowing, Kiana Lerzner, and produced by Asher Wolfstein,

(otherwise known as nottherapy.lol)

Anways…

I guess…

As long as you’re he-

Aw, fuck it…

Moral of the story, just as it was for Charles Smith, and BusyBeingAwsum (or whatever), and RealEllenPage, and especially Giancarlo Vanzzini…

Don’t fuck with a furry.