For someone that just wants me to “leave them alone,” which means not talking about them in your own space, apparently, you must ask yourself…
Why does Liana Kerzner keep talking about me?
Why would Song question Liana’s desire to be left alone?
Lastly, something I myself wrongfully reinforced against in my ignorance about what was going on, why would Emily (“Stalker-Chan”) keep saying that Liana kept talking about her?
Are we all just… getting worse mentally while she, with a similar disability (I don’t know about Song), just keeps getting better?
No one involved with Liana finds this strange?
Why is that?
EDIT: The only person to whom my disability isn’t relevant is Liana Kerzner, mental health advocate, journalist, radio host, and peer counselor.
Liana will always mention me over and over, slightly anonymized or not (effectively not) for years and years.
I know this. Everyone knows this.
Whenever she needs to garner sympathy or invoke lived experience for authority reasons, I’ll be one of a list to draw on.
But me? I’m expected to “say my peace” and fuck off, for some reason, never to mention it again lest I “go after someone’s job” whose self-employed and doesn’t have to be doing what she does.
I don’t owe her success or good SEO anymore than she apparently owes me dignity.
And the only conclusion I’ve been able to arrive at, in everyone’s silence, or their Discord jeering, is literally stigma: a spoiled identity. Stigma is not a difficult concept nor, the way I’m using it, a controversial one. It’s pretty decided. It’s Liana who expands it as much as possible so that “everyone’s a little bit stigmatized” like it’s an ambient weather front when, no, no they’re not, clearly.
This asymmetry exists because I’ve been deemed a self-important transphobic misogynist White male that only does things for attention, even my furry stuff, devoid of all autonomy and meaning. A complete buffoon that won’t do The Work, and won’t shut up like I’m supposed to as an unimportant background basement dweller and stop causing problems for the truly important people in society like Liana Kerzner.
She will keep bringing me up, while I’m expected to never bring her up.
I’m expected to “walk away,” like she allegedly does, even though, by her own standards, she clearly doesn’t. Today is just another instance of her not walking away the way she expects everyone else to. She’s “allowed” to talk about her experience with me, but I’m not “allowed” the same. That’s the bottom line.
I guess you can only do so much even when you’re overly zealous about inclusion.
Yes, I’m angry! After 16 months of this, wouldn’t you be? Is it that impossible now to put yourself in my shoes? If it is, that’s literally the effect of the very non-controversial concept of stigma.
Why does anyone need to make videos explaining what bullying really is? Or stigma, in their own words, as opposed to a reference, like the book I read when I was 20 (Stigma: Spoiled Identity)?
This is stupid as fuck to write, but it’s in response to stupidity that’s flying as reasonable:
I’m 42 years old.
It is the zenith of arrogance, particularly when younger, to posit I’m not familiar with having friends, or that I’ve never lived with disappointment without losing my mind for years, or that I’ve never been rejected, or that I’ve never known heartbreak, or have ever had to just be hurt and feel bad and accept it, or ever experienced… I don’t know, fucking life? At all?
Do you people hear yourself?