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Oh and another things about @LucyandYak since I& #39;m still mad and have the energy. I& #39;ve been not liking them for two years but I ain& #39;t said a damn thing until now but there have been times when I& #39;ve wanted to because they& #39;ve been toying with me all along and being manipulative.
So I absolutely stopped with them in 2018. I stopped wearing the dungarees I bought on my grid. Stopped mentioning them. Talked about the sizing issues on my Patreon but that was it. I wasn& #39;t going to give @LucyandYak anymore of my energy.
For the record, they never followed me back when I liked them. But when my platform started to really take off, here comes @LucyandYak like that bad friend you want to lose that suddenly sees you getting popular.
Oh so you want to follow now that I& #39;m getting press. I see. Cool @LucyandYak. It& #39;s not like you didn& #39;t know I existed all along but whatever. So let& #39;s rewind to when George Floyd died. My platform tripled and I found it horrific and traumatising.
This is why I also say I don& #39;t care about followers. Follows from black trauma and pain is actually super shitty. If people don& #39;t want to tag me in their listicles for black joy than please don& #39;t tag me when another black person is murdered. Not @LucyandYak or you either.
But who wants to tag me in their listicle even though I& #39;ve been sitting here ignoring you all this time, purposely not wearing your clothes, sending a loud message that I don& #39;t mess with you? @LucyandYak. I stopped reading any messages from them or responding to their tags.
That move from @LucyandYak was the equivalent of the school yard bully who punches you in the gut, takes your lunch money but pretends like you& #39;re their goodest friend in the eyes of a teacher or adult authority. It felt super slimy and icky.
