And a giant FUCK YOU to anon threads
Here is the link to this post on Tumblr, which has all the active links in it. I can't be fucked to go put them all in this again.
This is probably not the best way to deal with this, but I’m so fucking angry my hands are shaking. James posted about it here so you can read his post if you want all the details, but essentially an anon thread on LJ was questioning whether Jason really died last month or if it was just a ploy to get money from people. The way anon threads tend to go, it devolved into people questioning whether James was even a separate person from Jason or if he’d been fooling everyone all along, and also whether I was real or not, and if I was, if I too had been conned into thinking they were two different people for five years.
Apparently the fact that James was talking about fannish stuff on Twitter in the days after Jason’s death means it totally didn’t happen, right? The fact that I only mentioned it once on my barely used LJ means I’m just a sock puppet, right? I’m so fucking angry about this I can’t even begin to explain it. Some people don’t like photos of themselves on the internet! Sorry that makes it hard for you to understand that they’re different people! SORRY FOR MOSTLY BEING ON TUMBLR NOWADAYS AND NOT TALKING ABOUT AN EXTREMELY UPSETTING PERSONAL ISSUE ON THE PUBLIC INTERNET, FUCK.
Belinda could see how upset I was getting and posted a rebuttal on my behalf on the thread, but hey, her journal is locked so how does anyone know FOR SURE she’s a real person, right?
The fact that James felt compelled to put a photo of Jason’s death certificate up on his dreamwidth makes me want to find all those anons and punch them in the face. SO HERE, even though it’s NONE OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS, have some proof that A) I exist, B) Jason existed, C) James exist, and D) EVERYONE WHO WAS TALKING SHIT ON THAT THREAD CAN GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.
Here is a picture of me from New Years 2011:
You can find many others on my twitter that I’m sure will assure you of my existance, and there’s some of me floating around this tumblr too. Okay? Good.
Here is a picture of Jason and James, from when I stayed with them in 2009:
And now here’s one of all three of us:
IS THAT OKAY? ARE WE ALL REAL, SEPARATE PEOPLE? CAN WE BE LEFT ALONE TO GRIEVE IN PRIVATE NOW INSTEAD OF HAVING ALL THIS PICKED AND PROBED AT ON THE INTERNET?
This is probably not the best way to deal with this, but I’m so fucking angry my hands are shaking. James posted about it here so you can read his post if you want all the details, but essentially an anon thread on LJ was questioning whether Jason really died last month or if it was just a ploy to get money from people. The way anon threads tend to go, it devolved into people questioning whether James was even a separate person from Jason or if he’d been fooling everyone all along, and also whether I was real or not, and if I was, if I too had been conned into thinking they were two different people for five years.
Apparently the fact that James was talking about fannish stuff on Twitter in the days after Jason’s death means it totally didn’t happen, right? The fact that I only mentioned it once on my barely used LJ means I’m just a sock puppet, right? I’m so fucking angry about this I can’t even begin to explain it. Some people don’t like photos of themselves on the internet! Sorry that makes it hard for you to understand that they’re different people! SORRY FOR MOSTLY BEING ON TUMBLR NOWADAYS AND NOT TALKING ABOUT AN EXTREMELY UPSETTING PERSONAL ISSUE ON THE PUBLIC INTERNET, FUCK.
Belinda could see how upset I was getting and posted a rebuttal on my behalf on the thread, but hey, her journal is locked so how does anyone know FOR SURE she’s a real person, right?
The fact that James felt compelled to put a photo of Jason’s death certificate up on his dreamwidth makes me want to find all those anons and punch them in the face. SO HERE, even though it’s NONE OF THEIR FUCKING BUSINESS, have some proof that A) I exist, B) Jason existed, C) James exist, and D) EVERYONE WHO WAS TALKING SHIT ON THAT THREAD CAN GO DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.
Here is a picture of me from New Years 2011:
You can find many others on my twitter that I’m sure will assure you of my existance, and there’s some of me floating around this tumblr too. Okay? Good.
Here is a picture of Jason and James, from when I stayed with them in 2009:
And now here’s one of all three of us:
IS THAT OKAY? ARE WE ALL REAL, SEPARATE PEOPLE? CAN WE BE LEFT ALONE TO GRIEVE IN PRIVATE NOW INSTEAD OF HAVING ALL THIS PICKED AND PROBED AT ON THE INTERNET?