Oh and another things about @LucyandYak since I'm still mad and have the energy. I've been not liking them for two years but I ain't said a damn thing until now but there have been times when I've wanted to because they'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'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'm getting press. I see. Cool @LucyandYak. It's not like you didn't know I existed all along but whatever. So let'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't care about followers. Follows from black trauma and pain is actually super shitty. If people don't want to tag me in their listicles for black joy than please don'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've been sitting here ignoring you all this time, purposely not wearing your clothes, sending a loud message that I don'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're their goodest friend in the eyes of a teacher or adult authority. It felt super slimy and icky.