My reality - I'm not budging.

No, I don’t need to “know”. My brother wrote a really great song, but that's about his mental struggles. Mine are totally different: I submerged everything into my music, and that wasn't healthy, which is why I'm still learning how to control my anger without using music as a crutch to avoid meeting the woman I'm in love with. - You have to accept that I will NEVER change my mind about my career. Seriously, B, you need to back off on this idea that I’d want to sing with you after all the shit you put me through. That’s a two-way street, and I will NOT sing with you after how you treated me. - As for Don: I respect your music, but clearly you’re a total dick as well. If you weren’t a fan of my music, you would have never seen those posts. I’m not that popular or famous, so clearly you must have seen the upbeat profile on RNZ about my musical, and liked that film. 😎 But your attitudes about drug use are clearly regressive. Everything should be legal, and people like you who use one sob story to justify your angle, rather than the scads of evidence that I provided over the 2020 Election (and beyond), shouldn’t have drawn that cone of silence over the arts world and its ongoing complicity in the illegal market. It may have seemed like I was the only remotely well-known musician talking about drugs, but it’s not because I’m the only one who takes class A drugs: the rest of you were just chicken. My brother lived, but I can feel for you on that count: drug-induced psychosis is hella scary, and he easily could have died. - As for Alex Taylor and Salina Fisher (who got high in California): you should be advocating too, and no, I won’t deal weed to you because I genuinely think you’re arseholes who make me feel bad for writing accessible music. And I definitely don’t want your advice on how to write: I can write serious music too, and clearly I have my own abilities that you don’t have. We’re all unique, and your advanced degrees mean nothing to me. I’m INTP [though MBTI is bullshit 🤣] - I question authority unless the answers are good, and so far nobody has written a defense to counter my argument that non-tonal theory is bullshit. I bet you all read that. So send me your defense, or accept that I had a point, and that was a fair statement. - Yeah, I remember talking about MDMA with Olivia Wilding and her friend at that fashion evening. Which was just another person I know who does drugs: I’ve gotten high with Simon Eastwood on a few occasions, plus Rameka Tamaki and Michael Stoop too. - If I’ve lost, then put me in jail. I’m not going back, and if the jail time question is about drug charges then it’s actually part of the protest to go to jail, while weaseling out of jail would be being a pussy. I had a great time on that DMT, and I have no regrets about meeting Patria. I didn’t set up the distribution network, though: I just passed a name off to a friend. - No, I don’t want to pass. I’m not persuadable on that topic, and if you don’t stop I’ll end up dead. That’s not a joke: I don’t care if people saw my balls or my bulge, and the way you have made me feel about those things has made me suicidal. I was wearing pants at the War Memorial. I was wearing pants at the high school. I was wearing pants, and getting my skirt caught in an updraft is the very definition of the word ACCIDENT. - I realise that my going to jail would be a huge political football. I’d much rather go to a Women's Prison. And I doubt that I’d be there for long: I realise that class A drugs carry a life sentence, but nobody would ever pull that card. They love my music too much, but I won’t use that to try and weasel out of anything. I don’t want to gig. I just plain don’t want to. I will be wearing what I want, and I will NOT gig until I get some serious fucking “I’m sorry I thought you were a paedo” emails from everyone who believed that.

- Glad They Were Playing isn’t a cover. That’s a totally original song that I wrote, but it’s so good people think it’s a cover. You do realise I can genuinely say Stephen Sondheim taught me how to write songs, right?

Though that was more based on Don's style of lyrics. - No, I don’t want any help on my film, Paul and Bernard. I respect you guys a lot, but I just plain don’t want to make that feature script anymore. I’m not going back to study, because I simply cannot afford to. I don’t want to, either, but the money is the main reason I’m working at my radio gig right now rather than trying to go to film school. I don’t want to try uni. I already tried uni, and I’m not interested in more uni. Fucking hell did I not like being hated by everyone, and it would be exactly the same now - everyone hates me, but they love my art and my music. - NO. I’m not going back to pants. I’m wearing skirts, and I’m wearing dresses. I love wearing those, and not in a sexual way. I just feel more comfortable in those clothes, and they express my gender identity. 🌈 - No, I’m not looking for a new place to live. I genuinely like my room, and if you people stopped trying to fucking force me to do things that I do not want to do, I’d quickly regain my calm and composure. So this is the hint for all of you to STOP asking about the opera, and STOP asking me to not be a woman. 🧨 No, I am not a passing woman, but you’re supposed to respect my pronouns nonetheless. You’re supposed to respect my non-binary stance, because afab gets that privilege. Remember those memes: you have no idea how hard it is to be the fairy in a dress, ladies, and your lack of respect for that is why I get mean and angry.