14.03.2026 01:48
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I can’t imagine messing with someone’s art out of spite. Especially that of the self invented variety. Fuck with everything else all you want to, but for the love of all that is holy, leave the passion we have in our hearts and in our heads, out of it. I wish you all the best.
And while you’re here snooping, why don’t you make yourself useful & support a trans artist I’ve known since I was 12. She was my first boyfriend, and I am so incredibly proud of the woman, artist, and mother she’s become.
preciouscargokc.bandcamp.com/album/invert...
I hope you understand that the numbers will never fill the hole inside of you. Validation from other people won’t make you a good person; it just means other shitty people approve of you.
And since actual good people are few & far between… what do you think most of your validators are?
Happy Women’s Day, fuckers.
When I confronted him about it, he insisted is was only fiction, and was therefore ok.
No questioning at all why directly after a woman hurt him, he imagined sexual violence happening to her/a fictional stand-in for her.
An audio drama creator I briefly dated was in a long term relationship when we met as friends. After the mother of his 2 kids suddenly left him for another guy, he wrote an episode of his semi-autobiographical podcast that included a scene in which a mother of 2 is sexually assaulted by a landlord.
Imagine being so self centered that you assume someone else’s nervous breakdown was about you.
Emails from my former creative partner, who claimed I negatively influenced public opinion about him.
For reference, this was because a hobbiest podcast reviewer said he “needed some serious help” in a review of our show.
For reference below: a taste of the hate I receive, for comparison.
The unfortunate reality of having a highly creative brain is often that it comes with an equally destructive side. Cosmic balance.
I hope the trauma of it all haunts you just as much as it continues to haunt me. I hope what happened scapes against your eyelids at night just as much as it does mine. That is the only thought that brings me peace. To hope that somewhere, sometimes, you suffer inside for your part in it all too.
The men get to go back to their multimillion dollar contracts with the NHL, while the women go back to their day jobs, because there is no money in women’s hockey.
Every woman on that hockey team will be forced to smile & be polite to their male peers. Any time they get invited or honored somewhere, the nagging feeling of their inclusion being out of pity or forced equality will taint what should be the best moments of their lives.
I know that feeling. The feeling of having to smile at a man who just made a sexist joke. Of putting in excessive work, only for him to get recognized for doing less. Of only being included because I spoke up about the inequality of being excluded, & then being resented for not “earning” my way in.
Have I mentioned I’ve been learning wheel throwing/pottery?
Thank you for 60,000 downloads 💜💚
I‘ve gotten feedback from the bullies of the #audiodrama community that my British accents are bad.
But when British people hear me in the wild, they always seem to think I’m actually British.
I guess I’ll should really take that feedback to heart, hu?
Meanwhile, away from the toxicity of the audio drama community, I’m quietly thriving. Making stories how and when I want to make them while being supported by an audience I earned through my work and not my ability to network.
And while you’re here snooping, why don’t you make yourself useful & support a trans artist I’ve known since I was 12. She was my first boyfriend, and I am so incredibly proud of the woman, artist, and mother she’s become.
preciouscargokc.bandcamp.com/album/invert...
*2024, not 2025. There are a lot of gaps in my memory, which keeps everything from the last 6 years a jumbled up mess that simultaneously feels like yesterday and a century ago.
I am so SICK of this taking up space in my head. I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.
I spent most of 2025 not eating, not sleeping, and constantly in a state of panic because of the stress I was under.
I wish I could figure out how to not let these people get to me. It still hurts.
I’ve been called a narcissist for vocally expecting the same respect shown to my male peers.
I’ve been called an abuser for standing up for myself against a bullying mob.
This is why most women stay silent.
This woman refuses to do so any longer.
If my advocacy annoys you, unfollow me.
BTW, gossiping about the way I handled the most traumatic year of my life instead of helping me is actually really weird…
Outside of this space, I have so many wonderful people who love me.
People who have known me for decades or more are baffled by the picture painted of me by my former online friends.
Judging myself through the lens of those who truly know me is how I’ve been able to stay sane through all of this.
I post about the bullying I’ve received in the #audiodrama community as a warning to others in this space, and so that I have a record & a timeline available, should I ever need them.
I know people don’t believe me. I don’t care anymore if they do.
My friends believe me. That’s all that matters.
The fact that this person strategically cropped out the rest of the thread I posted about being subjected to aggression caused by internalized misogyny from the audio drama community WHILE calling me “honey…”
People forget that I invited IRL friends into audio drama spaces. They saw how I was spoken to and about.
One of my best friends, someone I’ve known for 20 years, said this to me, and it helped me understand how much I’d overvalued these people’s opinions.
