The bald facts

1. There is no contract between me and Wellington to make Weeded Out.
   

2. I have never been held under a compulsory treatment order, and even if I was, that wouldn't give Red Scare or VUW the right to produce a film based on my script.
   

3. There's some pretty solid evidence that pressure to make Weeded Out is actually one of the reasons that I ended up having a nervous breakdown. The blackmail telling me that I had to 'make the film or go to jail' has been consistently poisoning my news feed, porn feed and other channels for at least 2 years, and Tory Whanau is directly responsible for delivering this message to me. That's why I call it a hate hui. The fat Māori lezzies and wannabe dykes have to grow up and get over my bulge, alongside getting over their own anti-gay, anti-twink prejudices without absolving themselves by paying me to make a movie that I have no intention of making. I don't want some mama bear that makes the movies that make me wretch to boss me around. It's almost a point of principle to say no to somebody that made Fantail. Or the songs that make me wretch: Cass, I really just don't like your writing; I think your attitude towards me is condescending, patronising and bigoted. You and your closet case husband are the type of people that I'm mocking with my satire of the avocados.
   

4. The methods that they've used over the last several years have only resulted in one thing and one thing only: me getting increasingly pissed off at my enemies. Those supposedly liberal people that shamed me for the bulge in my pants both broke the law and actually admitted they thought 'just drag' was the only viable option. That is not the advice that Australasian psychiatrists are given, and that's why Stu, Justin, Josefin, Matt and any other psychiatrists that examined me haven't told me to a) tuck my dick, b) have it chopped off, or c) make Weeded Out. https://www.ranzcp.org/clinical-guidelines-publications/clinical-guidelines-publications-library/role-of-psychiatrists-working-with-trans-gender-diverse-people
   

5. The money that Weeded Out could've contributed to the creative community is something that the Film Commission clearly signalled that they were keen on delivering, so why doesn't some other team simply steal the idea and do it? Then they can preserve their jobs, without having to deal with the trannie freak that schooled them on how to write a drama that doesn't suck. They can talk about their life experiences, instead of coasting on my talent.
   

6. VUW fired Jane, and are firing a lot of my colleagues. Why should I help them?
   

7. You can't decide that 'oh, she's not tucking her dick so we'll call her a man' ... again, that is actually transphobia. The real question isn't whether I have a dick (I'm non-passing, so everyone knows), but whether I'm walking around with constant erections because I'm supposedly a fetishist that gets off to wearing women's clothes. It is gender-affirming to use people's preferred pronouns, and it's generally affirmational to allow people to stand where they choose or wear what they choose. I don't consider having a bulge to be inherently sexual. It's not that large.
   

8. The people behind the scenes pulling the strings need to allow me to boot a number of people out of this illegal chat that they've been using to control me. It's clearly an ineffective method of control, given that I've spent over 2 years deliberately refusing the blackmail offers.
   

9. It says everything about the theatre dorks that they'd reference a mediocre musical by Maury Yeston rather than the Fellini film that it was based on.
   

10. Much like women - we legalised abortion quite recently, and many feared that Luxon would overturn that because he's personally opposed to abortions - I have the right to make decisions about my body, my wardrobe, and my collaborators. I also have the right to choose when and how people can hear my voice, and I have the right to do bedroom pop or make movies or make operas rather than doing some lame, tacky cabaret evening. My Dakumentary is a gay film for the gay people that don't go to Pride.