My hiatal hernia is so big it’s pushing against my diaphragm, my stomach, and my esophagus. My esophagitis combined with the pressure makes my throat feel like it’s going to just disconnect and end up in my mouth (now there’s some body horror imagery).
And every morning, depending on the heat, my extremities and face suffer a somewhat mysterious edema that I thought at first was an allergy, but alas, it’s just edema. My fingers swell enough that I feel like I don’t have enough room to make a fist.
But, I guess I’m not nice to the right people so who cares right?
It’s all just a made up sob story of an deservedly outcast monster I guess.
Yeah, this particular thing wedges in me a bit, and yeah, I’m angry.
For someone who gets in front of a camera and complains about their allergies (we got smoke too sweetheart), their autoimmune disease, and their physical ailments pretty much every fucking other week (if not more) on the Internet while also asking for money to be so callous, so merciless, so heartless as to accuse mine of being fake, non-existent, subterfuge, or attention seeking…
What do you call your every complaint bitch?
Fundraising!?
I’m not even asking for money. I’m just pitiful, and I decide to sometimes put it on the Internet to my small audience.
This is why I call them a bitch, not because they’re a femme-presenting person that rubs my misogyny1 the wrong way, but because they’re a heartless ghoul who will say anything to push others down while demanding ever greater grace and understanding for themselves.
You can’t be pitiless while demanding pity.
That should anger you too, but dumb damsel in distress amirite?
- ED August 4, 2026: Because Liana Kerzner is either truly illiterate and can’t manage context or subtext, OR she obviously can, she just seems to pick the most ridiculous and self-serving interpretation, I am clarifying right now that I’m using misogyny sarcastically here, and not actually admitting or recognizing any misogyny, internal or otherwise. ↩︎