#WhatIsGoodDysfunction #LianaGate

Unbelievable? Indeed!

Well, frankly, how could I fault anyone for coming to that conclusion? I would love nothing more than to find an alternative descriptor that holds all the necessary connotations without carrying any of the baggage, but I’ve determined it impossible. Years’ worth of anonymous accounts employing these terms, in some of the most caricaturized writing I’ve ever seen, has cheapened them so thoroughly that anyone reading them now instantly assumes that it’s either an exaggeration, melodramatic, and/or they’re completely insane.

So, unfortunately, no matter how much I might soften the accusation, as long as it remains accurate, the audience voted most likely to end up reading this will find it difficult to differentiate it from the wildly tabloid-like claims of one of these anonymous accounts.

This veritable compendium contains some well-established personas, but each one of them originates from a complete unknowable. The common denominator between them is a concerted attempt at maintaining this anonymity.

As I note elsewhere on this website, these personas serve an unexpected, yet remarkably protective purpose vis-a-vis Liana. Not only do they seem to create a diversion to draw attention away from any actual issues at hand, always, but they also function as a parasitic static cling bent on weakening the weight and legitimacy of accusations and criticisms made by others.

Therein lies a sophisticated conundrum:

While I have attempted to be deliberate, careful, and discerning in my wording in this section of the site, as long as these mockeries of accountability are given any sway at all, especially in the negative, nearly everyone who needs to read this will approach it under the same critical eye they apply to any number of seemingly baseless accusations made against Liana Kerzner.

It’s precisely this response that’s intended. Throughout all of Kerzner’s conflicts over the last 15 years, as far as I can ascertain, people continue believing what they think they know when their bias against the source is already primed, and the source almost always delivers in spades.

And that’s the point.

I aim to make a strong case for believing that’s always been the point, and that it doesn’t have to be if individuals saw these accounts for what they most likely are, and thus ignored them here, and elsewhere, no matter on which ‘side’ one might fall.

The Variously Valuable Historical Records

• The Easy-Reader Edition of my entire BlueSky archive, arranged chronologically by thread;
• My entire Twitter archive from my first registration to its abandonment… almost, it’s being loaded;
• My entire 5-year telegram exchange with Liana Kerzner, appropriately censored;
• And other pertinent records to come.

Who I Am

My name is Asher Kadar Wolfstein (formerly Asher Holley). As of the date of this writing, June 9, 2026, I find myself in an awkward situation, that of being a male victim of a female predator.

As already mentioned on the front page, I am a gay, married man in my forties, who lives in Colorado. In addition to that, I am a disabled person and considered to be at-risk. Both my husband and I are lifelong (and old school) furries. I’m so furry, in fact, that I consider myself trans-species. Due to my identity consisting of a malicious rumor against trans individuals that I’ve actively discouraged others from believing, I apparently have to make what that means clear.

No coy mysteries for me!

I actually don’t want to spend a lot of time on this because it shouldn’t be that important to this section. The fact that it is, which, by virtue of it’s self-involved nature will most likely lend the appearance of “making it all about me,” when… me pointing out my victimization is already all about me.

… When you think things like that, if you do, I want you to ask yourself, who else is it supposed to be about?

The Only Reason To Look For Your Hinge Is If You Need To Gatekeep

Within the last month, Kerzner attempted to manufacture a litany of urgent distractions so that… well, one of those was the weaponization of gatekeeping of legitimate identities, because one layer wasn’t enough! Using other people’s identities as cover is one of the many strategies Kerzner employs when under a dark cloud of suspicion, and its always to the detriment of everyone involved

“What trans-species means to me…” is a garishly out-of-place paragraph-starter when discussing an 18 month campaign of escalating mental health stigma, negligence, and endangerment, and yet, here I am, publishing it like a self-involved egomaniac due to yet another one of Kerzner’s double-binds.

See how that works?

Okay, I’m already on paragraph 2, so here it is: my relationship with my reflection has been one of disconnect as far back as I can remember, so, we’re talking, like, the night I was conceived. The disconnect exists because in my mind, within my inner conception, I have the body of an anthropomorphic animal: a human-shaped animal. You can picture a werewolf and then, either crank it up (’cause we’re beyond the piercing Wolfman here), or tone it down a bit (it’s not the Apocalypse… yet), and you’d get something along the lines of, perhaps, a Beerwolf instead. Personally, I like Whywolves.

And on the superficial level, the level anyone would instantly see if I were to actually manifest any of this, that’s it. That’s it. Take from that what you like, but that’s basically it in terms of anyone else’s perceptions.

I briefly explained this to the police, which, finally explains (or should) why it’s here.

It is my belief that Kerzner’s presumed efforts backfired, as this was one element the caller appeared so focused on that the police actually found it suspicious… so I’ll mark 1 in intelligence for the United States here over Canada.

A Brief Detour Into “Zoanthropy”

I don’t know if this was actually put down as an official diagnosis for me then, but, there have been two hospitalizations (out of seventeen) in the past 25 years where the term Zoanthropy was thrown around by qualified, educated, and licensed professionals. These two hospitalizations do form a paper trail.

In fact, it was during one of these hospitalizations that I was informed, by the case-worker, that I now qualify as an “at-risk adult.” A 48-year-old mental health advocate should understand why, so it’s not something I’m going to expand on here.

Since turning into an “anthropomorph” is currently a physiological impracticality, and the closest you can get are Beerwolves, I mean, fursuits then… to me, I liken it to someone who sees themselves as something different than what they see in the mirror, such as a different gender, and then can’t become that which they want to see in the mirror.

Does Species = Gender?

No, species isn’t gender… unless your gender is catgender, pupgender, wolfgender, foxgender, bunnygender, beargender, birdgender, crowgender, deergender, sharkgender, mothgender, dragongender, batgender, ratgender, snakegender, hyenagender, goatgender, possumgender, raccoongender, jellyfishgender, crowcoric, or mothcoric, which…

Hey, you know, you do you, just know that attaching that to gender so enthusiastically with so many alleged numbers opened the door for advocate-against-transphobia Liana Kerzner to attempt to further humiliate my entire existence as I see it, ignorantly propping herself up on transmedicalism adjacent reasoning (I guess that November 2025 block from Jessica really stuck) to DARVO me on behalf of Naomi-Paul Martin who never once bothered to complain to me directly to work anything out.

They were quite content, it appeared to me, to watch Liana post the term narcissist, blurring the lines amongst all of this, seemingly forgetting that they commiserated with Liana in November of 2024 when Kerzner observed that her stalker using that term “gamed the algorithm,” by writing “People gotta make a buck somehow. ?‍♀️ /s” At the time of this writing, Naomi last liked one of Kerzner’s Threads posts yesterday.

I have actually been upset at the state my of my existence and the way things are in the world when it comes to something like this. I’ve been aware for quite some time of the idea of “queer joy,” and its recent, most visible manifestations of individuals aligning the “inside” with the “outside” to shed the last vestiges of an existence imposed upon them. I’ve struggled at times, markedly in ~2016, with knowing that, if that’s something someone can do and experience this “queer joy,” because, under other interpretations I experience queer joy all the fucking time (or used to), then, that’s what I would like to do.

I would like to align the “inside” with the “outside” and shed the last vestiges of an existence imposed upon me.

But, I can’t. And that disconnect becomes, and remains, an emotional dysfunction called dysphoria.

And, believe it or not, I really was under the impression that the spaces for Others (the term I use for everyone that’s Different with a capital D) had become safer for these kinds of ideas, since we were now seeing people asserting their phenomic rights (a term I publicly, and extremely awkwardly, ‘coined’ to describe autonomy over your own phenotype, or body presentation, in September, 2005 at the age of 22).

Yes, safer, because this last couple of weeks I saw the ugly-as-fuck gatekeeping and identity-by-trauma-and-persecution rear it’s exclusion-by-shame head again in full manufactured-injury force.

You can listen to Liana Kerzner, who I still consider a former friend of 5+ years, at least on my end, talk about my identity below:

Here, Liana Kerzner, mental health journalist, advocate, YouTuber, Twitch streamer, radio host and peer counselor, shows that she understands “at-risk” to mean that others are “at-risk” around me, instead of it’s actual indication: that I’m at-risk around people like her.

This helps explain the disdain in her posts surrounding the issue, such as the one where she essentially calls me a hypocrite over “hiding behind my disability” when my Objectivist philosophy would not ‘allow’ that to hold.

She also told my friend, author and quiet influencer in Objectivist social circles Stuart Hayashi, “If the government’s infrastructure can provide a service or good at cheaper costs to their constituents then they should do that because that’s just good capitalism.”

She also seems very upset that I don’t seem to care about her provided definition of “doxxing,” which, if you look at it (’cause I have no idea where it’s from) it says that one can “doxx” someone without the Internet by simply interacting with them in real life.

Kerzner is fully aware that the bar is very low when she’s defending herself, but she’s not naive, she also knows it’s very high when she’s not.

She also posts on May 26, 2026 @ 9:39 AM,

I don’t get why someone who lied about me expects me to believe them about anyone else. I don’t get why someone who falsely labeled me as dangerous should expect me to believe them that someone else is dangerous. It is the absolute epitome of “don’t believe your eyes and ears, believe me.”

https://bsky.app/profile/redlianak.bsky.social/post/3mmrdaik6k226

The completely lateral point of all of this snark is:

When someone’s conception of their own identity, their own existence in the world as they have determined it, as they have experienced it, alone, is a baseless, bigoted, dangerous, and harmful act specifically aimed at adjacent individuals with similar aspirations, then something’s deeply wrong.

And if you have to ask what it is, then…

That’s all I have to say about that.

Who Is “This Perso- Nah, Fuck That Shit… Who Is Liana Kerzner?

“Who is this grrl with an unreasonable love for the mentally ill…” ? “LIANA KERZNEEERRR…..”

This person would be Liana Kerzner, the owner of It’s Not Therapy. Over the years, Liana Kerzner has been involved in multiple fields of work, including television, games journalism, internet content creation, broadcasting, mental health advocacy, peer counseling, and streaming. Her most well-known appearances are as the counterpart to Ed the Sock in the final season of his titular show in 2008. Ed the Sock is the insult comic character created by her husband, Steven Joel Kerzner.

Mr. and Mrs. Steven Kerzner are currently harassing me, putting me in danger and, on Liana’s end, engaging in what I regard as stalking-like behavior. This married heterosexual couple, residing in an entirely different country, continue to find reasons to involve themselves in my affairs. The country in question is Canada, specifically the Toronto area.

I am a long-married gay man from Colorado. I have long written software no one sees… yet. I have long maintained servers very few care about… so far. I have a long history of having long things that no one knows about… for now. My husband puts his Masters in Vocal Performance to use by singing opera through the avatar of a purple Cheshire cat when he’s not flirting with funny furries that might be 10 years younger than him, all from the safe reclusive confines of our small, messy two-bedroom apartment that keeps me awake at night. We are, by all objective measures, an extraordinarily strange couple, but not a very important one.

I can explain what happened. I have provided, and will continue to provide, verifiable statements, and detailed sequences of events.

What I cannot explain is why two people with an audience, careers, friends, family, and an entire other country to terrorize seem unable or unwilling to simply let this silly little furry, who revs his buzzsaw of lunacy in cringetastic “menacing,” to say his peace and detach, floating from the leather-clad mists of the honorable round table back to my hidden gated-cave-park, deep in Honalee, Neotransylvania, and leave him alone to forever drift into a bittersweet psychological oubliette built out of so. many. angry. words.

It just doesn’t make sense!

I mean, me talking in the third person, apparently, not the fact that they’re ridiculously immature and clearly don’t have anyone that loves them enough to take their phones away. What are they gonna do… parent each other at the same time? Last time they tried that, the other one made everything 100x worse.

The straight-line distance, or “as the crow flies,” between ⁠Fort Collins, Colorado, and ⁠Holland Landing in East Gwillimbury, Ontario, is approximately 1,320 miles. It’s roughly 1,776 to 1,790 miles driving depending on the route taken, and if one were to book a flight between Denver International Airport and Toronto it would typically take about 3 hours and 15 minutes.

So, it’s an extraordinarily good thing that I don’t ever want to step foot in Canada because it sounds like that’d be a lot of wasted time just to, I don’t know, shout at a house and then get arrested for being a complete idiot?

Liana is so hurt by “shitty comments on the Internet,” apparently, that she’ll do anything to elevate *my* rhetoric *for me* to calibrate the perceived threat so it reaches far beyond the recognizable, being her career, vulnerable communities, friends, associates, bystanders, and even imaginary children, until the original pursuit of avoiding restitution is no longer sufficient on its own.

Then an ever-expanding cast of people, some of which actually exist, becomes affected by my alleged transphobia, misogyny, and moral failure at managing my disability to their standards, and all of them will suffer as well until I do the right thing and not only cease and desist, without prejudice, of course, and remove everything I’ve ever written off the Internet and never do business again, lest Kerzner still feels hurt that her payments were so rejected that she can’t ever make them again.

More Relevant Information

I am a gay, trans-species (furry), disabled, and at-risk married man in his 40s living in Fort Collins, Colorado, and I am being endangered and otherwise stalked by a former friend who currently resides in Canada. Unfortunately, I have reason to believe I’m also being endangered and otherwise stalked by another former friend who currently resides where I live: Fort Collins, Colorado.

Seeing as how I “lost” three other friends in this process, my luck with former friends seems sufficiently poor to occasionally find myself wondering whether I am, in fact, the secret mastermind behind every interpersonal conflict within a fifty-mile radius. After all, once enough former friends appear in the narrative, the obvious conclusion is that I must possess some previously undocumented ability to compel otherwise reasonable people into bizarre behavior.

One could say, one such as Liana, that I have accumulated a remarkably extensive collection of problematic people, unfortunate misunderstandings, and inexplicably hostile former associates, and then state that such an obvious pattern is compelling evidence of my guilt and not merely an unfortunate coincidence.

It is an admittedly unusual set of circumstances involving an unusual collection of people. Nevertheless, the two individuals who feature most prominently throughout my husband and I’s accounting for the facts, from our point of view, are Liana Kerzner, and Louis Michael Cseke.

I grant you that the combinations presented throughout this site are rather extraordinary. After all, it involves a gay couple married for 21 years, one of whom suffers from borderline personality disorder and is legally considered vulnerable/disabled; a problematic creative from an obscure filmmakers group that we believe persists in harassing us after we after made him return a couple of vintage furry porn books years ago, and a highly dysfunctional, in our sole laymen’s opinion, media personality from another country using her influence to defame and endanger vulnerable people.

That certainly sounds bizarre, and yes, it’s rather complicated too… I know.

The truth is, the saying that reality really is stranger than fiction is not just a saying. It’s difficult, especially online, to accept something when it doesn’t fit a familiar narrative. Now that anybody can craft an entire life story with the touch of a button and broadcast it to the world, things that seem too far out there become easily dismissed, and sometimes rightfully so.

Unfortunately, this burden of additional discernment combined with increasingly smaller temporal windows of consideration creates a social landscape where, more than anytime before, there is both a greater acceptance of the niche and at the same time an even broader rejection of any of it being more than pretense.

Things the previous analysis fails account to for, however, include the parts traditionally left unseen that have also risen to the same surface: the situations, people, and events that were so far out there before everyone and their cat tried to enter the scene and hop on the same bandwagon.

From my perspective, what emerged was a perfect storm.

This series of real events involves at least three dysfunctional personalities, if not more. One has a documented severe personality disorder and chronic treatment-resistant depression, both of which he’s managed his entire adult life as best he’s able. Two of the other major players exhibit patterns that, in my non-professional opinion, resemble serious psychological dysfunction of different kinds. Mixed into all of this is a gay Ecuadorian opera singer who performs virtual concerts through the persona of a purple Cheshire cat who, unsurprisingly, has no mental health diagnoses whatsoever.

The four principal figures in this account are myself (Asher), my husband Maus, Liana Kerzner, and—based solely on what we’ve been able to determine so far—Louis Michael Cseke, whom we believe plays a significant role in many of the events described throughout this site.

Relentlessly Gradual Escalations

At present, it is my considered judgment that Michael and Kerzner intend to persist in intensifying the situation.

Kerzner has, on two occasions, involved the local police through what the authorities themselves have described as unwarranted welfare checks. More recently, Kerzner has referenced an ongoing investigation by the York Police, which she characterizes as thorough.

It is our assessment that Michael has conducted a campaign of triangulation, the primary effect of which has been to intimidate several women, most notably Kerzner, through repeated impersonations of me in various communications.

On our end of the wrong side of the tracks, the argument has been made, the conclusion has been reached, the evidence to support it has been provided in full, and the consequences are now following.

What must be acknowledged is that legal consequences do not escalate conflict in any capacity. Rather, they are properly recognized rights upheld in much the same manner that York police may be investigating on behalf of Kerzner.

Insofar as these measures constitute what I regard as appropriate responses to the harmful actions targeting my interests, they are entirely lawful proceedings: civil actions and potential criminal prosecution.

Each individual possesses rights, and we have consistently advocated for the exercise of those rights according to one’s own judgment.

We identify as escalatory those actions which include the misattribution of anonymous messages, the initiation of unwarranted and potentially hazardous welfare checks in response to personal dissatisfaction, the physical surveillance of individuals and their property, the transmission of messages impersonating a vulnerable adult with the intent to fabricate evidence, and the construction of a media narrative predicated upon a fabricated representation of an actual individual who has not provided consent.

Liana Kerzner’s Escalating Abuse Of Asher Wolfstein: A Timeline Of Mental Health Stigma, Negligence, And Endangerment

For the past eighteen months, our central aim has been to reach a state in which the problems we encountered with Kerzner were either addressed in a manner that could be considered substantive—an outcome that has occurred in a couple of isolated instances, though not to a standard I would regard as adequate—or in which independent restitution rendered those injuries irrelevant to the course of our lives.

The latter process began on Monday, June 8th, 2026, marking the threshold for this stage. While the damage done has begun to lose the potency required for urgent, distracted responses, the process itself is far from over. What needs to happen here is straightforward enough: I must allow the realities created by the actions taken against us to play out, and once that happens, the whole thing becomes irrelevant.

What I hope to achieve by making this point so early is to set the context for how everything posted here is meant to be interpreted, especially anything dealing with concrete damage caused by Liana Kerzner and her associates. No one should believe that I’m running a tabloid blog looking to sate some voyeuristic appetite with my drama stories… even if that’s what Kerzner says you think.

If your approach to material of this nature is to regard it as entertainment, scandal, or a form of Internet spectacle, you will find little here to engage your interest. In such a case, you would be better served by seeking out Kerzner’s YouTube channel.

Characteristic of my writing style is a penchant for defensive aggression, or aggressive defense. There is an absolute need on my part to set precise parameters, to offer qualifications, and to indicate limitations with specificity in any instance that requires me not to leave myself open to misunderstanding. This is as necessary a practice for me as it is a life preservative. I mean this combination precisely.

Previously, I devoted considerable energy to how such caution is perceived as excessive, abrasive, or confrontational. On occasion, my indignation persists. However, over the past eighteen months, I have come to recognize that others’ avoidance of discomfort is not always the primary motivation.

I acknowledge that some readers may find my tone more severe than they would prefer.

I ask only that they consider the substance of the material before rendering judgment on its style. If the reader engages with the evidence, documentation, and experiences presented here, the rationale underlying my choices will, I believe, become apparent.

In nearly every instance, I can articulate the precise reasoning, the information that informed my decision, and the circumstances to which I was responding. Frequently, these circumstances were apparent only to me, and I don’t know which ones those are.

My actions are rarely impulsive. When they are, it signals a profound breakdown that requires immediate intervention.

There is one consideration that should be kept in mind as you read.

I am obsessed with context.

Context is the means by which I interpret nearly all matters. Consequently, I devote considerable effort to establishing, revisiting, and expanding it. Regardless of personal preference, the subject addressed on this website has become the most significant issue in my life at this time against my every consent.

The Hell That Is Happening, What Is?

Initially, the dispute appeared straightforward.

Liana Kerzner published a statement announcing the cancellation of her Kickstarter project, BOSSFIGHT: Song of Sparklemuffin. In my view, that statement contained selective disclosures, misplaced blame, significant omissions, and several claims that were either misleading or false.

While I had nothing whatsoever to do with this project’s development, its cancellation basically cast me as a source of all kinds of dysfunction based on my own mental illness. 19 days later, I went public with a statement challenging these various inaccuracies and distortions.

For an unacceptably extended period, I requested clarification, correction, apology, and restitution, however, finally, after months of trying, I ceased expecting those results.

What did not cease was my willingness to speak about the matter.

All subsequent developments can be traced to that initial cancellation announcement and my refusal to “take it” and “walk away” for my alleged “peace of mind,” as continuously dictated by my former friend of five years all while, to my incredulous horror, she transformed into my worst abuser in front of my eyes.

In my assessment, rather than address my concerns directly, Kerzner responded over the next eighteen months with a pattern of increasing public stigma, exclusion, narrative abuse, denial, and reinterpretation. She used her audience and public platform to shape perceptions of the dispute, while either disregarding or reframing my objections.

After ~16 months, and two major publications of important context by us, Kerzner returned to social media and began aggressively fanning the flames of danger in hopes, I believe, I would finally get too hot and be forced to leave. Whenever I complained that the heat was beginning to reach fatal levels, Kerzner would take that opportunity to mock my inability to “take it,” while sitting in her climate controlled house in Holland Landing, Canada.

Each new attack vector failed to extract the intended desperation and shame, something I feel rightfully able to theorize at this point, considering Kerzner’s lack of impulse control towards doing so… if you believe what she says about me is plausible, that is.

Liana Kerzner proactively manufactured ever escalating dangers for me to such a degree that three police officers arrived at my residence for another welfare check, clearly ready to transport me if necessary.

Kerzner interprets for me, to everyone, with reckless indifference, that I can’t handle the same “privacy violations” and “humiliations” I’ve allegedly subjected her and her audience to, as if I am deficient in some unnamed integrity.

The reality is much simpler, less dramatic, and thus more profound: I consider it a vindictive violation of my autonomy, an extension of an extortion deal made only an hour earlier, and a further injury in my continued exploitation at the hands of a mental health advocate who battles stigma every week on her radio show, a hero’s journey she claimed for herself on her own show only weeks earlier.

During Kerzner’s second institutional intimidation, I was informed that there were considerable doubts beginning to coalesce, legally, regarding whether these actions were about concern, or intimidation.

Despite all of this being documented, by both Kerzner and ourselves, the essential nature of the conflict is not readily apparent to an external observer.

On superficial examination, the situation may appear implausible, even ridiculous. I recognize this response quite well. The individuals involved are atypical, the circumstances are highly particularized, and the sequence of events, when condensed, often seems improbable. Nonetheless, the consequences have been very tangible and, in my judgment, recklessly dangerous.

The viciousness resides in the particulars, and the particulars are maddening.

Conveying eighteen months of events in a manner accessible to readers presents a significant challenge. Even elucidating a single month can prove difficult. Throughout this period, I made repeated efforts to organize information, evidence, timelines, and commentary into formats that could be reasonably assimilated by others. I always came up short.

Progress remained limited, in part, because the situation was in constant flux. New incidents frequently supplanted older ones, and the public narrative of the conflict increasingly diverged from my account of events. Specifically, Kerzner constructed and advanced an interpretation not only of the events themselves but of our whole identities with frightening ease and acceleration, the majority of which is readily granted by her audience.

In my view, much of what I communicate—including statements about my own safety and wellbeing—is refracted through that interpretive framework and subsequently presented to others as fact.

I hold that these reinterpretations persist for several reasons: they are concise, readily communicated, emotionally gratifying, and tend to reinforce preexisting assumptions. Most significantly, they are far more digestible than the intricate reality they supplant.

Reality, by contrast, is inherently complex and resists simplification.

The actual sequence of events demands context, nuance, and a degree of detail that many find excessive. My tendencies towards these have constituted both a weakness and a strength in my approach to communication. I have devoted much of my life to long-winded, thorough, and exhaustive explanations of complex matters, even when such efforts strain the patience and goodwill of others.

It took me 18 months to investigate and thus capture each item relevant to my case, building a substantial archive along the way. Conversations, posts, statements, reactions, and timelines… I have everything. Publicly, much was lost along the way through deletions born of frustrations and worries. Additionally, some material was rendered inaccessible due to extremely unfair moderation and authoritarian-like third-party restrictions.

Fortunately, nothing was really lost. Silence was never achieved.

Nevertheless, the body of material that remained grew to be considerable. With the previous information “put back up,” I hope its massively consistent nature will finally demonstrate the truth I’ve been trying to convey to all of you.

At this juncture, I regard the most constructive course as presenting this material in an organized manner, permitting readers to trace the progression of events independently. My objective is not to compel agreement, but to furnish sufficient information for readers to comprehend the basis of our beliefs, actions, and evolving conclusions.

Comprehending this conflict necessitates attention to chronology, and there really isn’t any other way around it:

• What happened?
• When did it happen?
• How was a narrative manufactured around that?
• And why?

Experience has taught me that personality analysis only goes so far before it becomes about yourself, whereas facts cannot lead you astray.

Accordingly, I have created this section of my personally beloved website to document what I consider a sustained pattern of escalating mistreatment directed at me, and others, by Liana Kerzner: former television host, journalist, broadcaster, online personality, mental-health commentator, peer counselor, and former friend to whom I now owe nothing, not even this.