I’d really love for it to be something like that, but I feel like it’s just going to be another case of someone feeling entitled to play with their dolls, empowered by the lack of their shame to give an unflinching portrayal.

The thing that kills me the most are all the people saying “they’re just mad about being seen”. My narrative is stolen and perverted and turned into an instrument of further debasement and cruelty.

But it inspires me to put something beautiful into the world. I’ve tried to put my heart and blood on the scales to outweigh their certainty but they always need more blood. I wish that I had anything else that carried weight but all they’ll accept is blood. They will always make this suffering. But there can still be something beautiful for the sufferers and I have never felt more committed to making it true.