11 10 / 2014
"A cat makes a house a home."
09 10 / 2014
Last week I was whinging on Twitter about (a) Pema hate on my dash and (b) people having headcanons that differ from mine, and HOW DARE THEY. Uh, one of these things is not like the other. I threatened to make a post where I dump all my Linzin feelings, and rj-anderson made an encouraging noise. So here we are.
I’d like to be one of those people whose posts are organised and coherent, but let’s not get carried away. In no particular order:
Headcanon: There was no mawkish infertility drama that led to the end of Lin and Tenzin’s relationship. It came down to a very simple conflict — Tenzin wanted kids, Lin did not.
But I hate the idea that Tenzin just married Pema for her womb, because that is gross and misogynistic and doesn’t exactly reflect well on him. I think that Tenzin and Pema are just really compatible — they share the same values, they both value family and community and the abstract ideals of the Air Nomads. And they’re also both kind of goofy. Pema is tragically underused, which I strongly suspect is because Maria Bamford is really busy, but she seems incredibly compatible with Tenzin in a way that Lin … actually doesn’t.
09 10 / 2014
Anonymous said: So it seems stalker might get off lightly. How would you feel about that, silly little idiot.
How I feel has nothing to do with it. I immediately sent this message to the NZ police and directly to the FBI and directly to the victims’ assistance counsel who has been keeping me up to date on everything, informing them that you, my stalker, have now broken the terms of your arrest.
The terms, as a refresher, were:
- No using the Internet
- No using post
- No contacting Melissa Anelli or any of her family and friends
- No contacting anyone in North America.
No one but my stalker would have had any information about the severity or lack thereof of her sentence. And after 6.5 years I can spot a sentence she has written from a mile away without reading glasses. I am publishing this so that it is well known that she has broken the terms of her bail. Because the last time I wasn’t silent about one of her messages, it led to her arrest. I don’t want this break of her bail conditions - while awaiting sentencing no less! - to go unnoted.
The Melissa of a year ago would not have published this. But I am so done. I have done everything everyone has asked. I have written the letters to the judges going over the whole thing in excruciating and personally painful detail. I have saved evidence with the organization of a librarian. I have answered every question and waited through every deferment and delay, and I am done just doing what is usually done in these instances. This is endless, and it is harmful, and it must stop, and “getting off lightly” would be a complete travesty. As is the fact that no one is monitoring her well enough to see how she is breaking the terms of her bail, and that no one is convinced she should be incarcerated in some fashion.
You know what I’m not done with, and can’t just decide to be done with? Being a victim. That is up to the people who work for the legal system of New Zealand. My being a victim. Up to them. How I deal with being a victim? Up to me. Whether I am continually victimized? Them.
And maybe making this public will make me less sympathetic to some judge down there and that will lessen her sentence for some completely non-sensical reason, I don’t know. But I am so beyond done with it being everyone else's call.
This is life with a serious stalker. Everyone who is worried about harassment on the Internet needs to see and know and understand this. This goes beyond getting hordes of hateful or threatening YouTube comments: this is about when someone gets in. We are talking about 6.5 years of constant threats and abuse that go offline and into the physical realm, stalking and harassment that touch everyone I know, that has not yet been deterred by TWO ARRESTS and the threat of jail. If you aren’t sure what this post is about, read this for a reminder.
Excuse me. I must now go and undo all of the small victories from the past few months, starting with the allowing of asks.
It was nice there, for a while, feeling normal.
I share this, because this story has been such a horror. 6.5 years. Hundreds—is it thousands? it must be well into the thousands now—of graphic rape and death threats coming from one clearly identified (self-identified, even) person. An FBI investigation. Two arrests. And still, even during sentencing, the stalker tries to taunt Melissa.
This is the reality of online stalking.
Here’s my wish: that this case is a precedent for justice and action taken. If the New Zealand courts fail now, then they really fail. Please share this—because it’s real. I’ve seen this, what’s it’s done to Melissa. I’ve gotten notes from the stalker myself. Press, victim services, whatever you can reach, please reach. Please reblog. This one has to end. They all have to end.
09 10 / 2014
"Dear Jonathan Muehl,
Yours is one of the nicest letters I have had about the Narnian books, and it was very good of you to write it. But I’m afraid there will be no more of these stories. But why don’t you try writing some Narnian tales? I began to write when I was about your age, and it was the greatest fun. Do try!
With all best wishes,
C. S. Lewis"
C.S. Lewis / Letter to Jonathan Muehl (29 March, 1961)
Muehl was an eight-year old boy who told Lewis that he had enjoyed the Chronicles of Narnia and that “I hope… you are going to write another one soon. If you don’t, what am I going to read when I am nine, ten, eleven and twelve?”
(From The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Vol. 3)
08 10 / 2014
"I should like to write you the kind of words that burn the paper they are written on—but words like that have a way of being not only unforgettable but unforgivable."
07 10 / 2014
whenever I feel bad about having a weird name I remind myself that C.S. Lewis’ middle name was Staples
When I was a kid, one of my family members quoted the first line of Dawn Treader—"There was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it"—and I said, "Brave words from a man whose name was Clive Staples Lewis," and my mom lost it.