To the SMCU bullshit audience,
I have a lot to say. Mostly, it's a crash out.
This isn’t for the SMCU accounts, whom have built a lovely space where we’ve created a shit load of storytelling and adventure. This isn’t for the casual readers, that have found comfort or intrigue laughing at the shit all of these accounts, especially Olly’s, have made. This is for the people that have crossed into sexual harassment, that have stalked our members, that have hated on our free and heartfelt work, and have now begun to delude themselves into creating alternate fucking realities.
My name is Diana. I’m a very human, very intense person. My favorite color is green, I love the beach, and my comfort food is anything with plantain.
I don’t take shit from people. It’s not in my nature. I like that, because it also means I don’t let people I care about take shit either. This principle is also why I like to create messages about love, and kindness, and empathy. It’s why I got involved to such a creative degree with this universe. It’s exactly why I have loved to meet and work with people here.
Oliver has become my friend. A really good and important friend. We Officially Became Friends fifteen days ago, and we have talked for every day since, and we are now basically tied to the hip. He’s a very special, kind, hilarious, and heartfelt person. He doesn’t know how to make good eggs, or say three nice things in a row without cringing, or be normal about Starkid Musicals. And you shitheads, have been fucking assholes.
Who do you think you are to ask about his private life? About the bedroom or his relationship?
Who do you think you are to stalk our accounts and claim we are faking being people and are actually the same person?
Who do you think you are to HARASS a man that has DEDICATED MONTHS OF HIS LIFE TO ENTERTAIN YOU?
I understand Oliver is special in the way that he makes you laugh like nothing else. I do. He is a wonderful, wonderful friend. But you have become too comfortable.
You have commodified a gay man as a source of entertainment. This has been a consequence of your self-made reality show. His content is entertainment, but he is a person. Who wakes up in the morning, who washes dishes and calls his family and watches a TV show in the evening. He is a person, just like you and I. He is someone that should be regarded with respect.
Fuck all of you who have found it entertaining to send inappropriate questions. Fuck all of you who have decided our labor of love is something you are owed. Fuck all of you who have been incapable of noticing the boundary re-sets we have been trying to press when we criticize parasocial relationships, when we acknowledge the hours and hours it takes to have fun, when we try to tell you that love is the most important fucking part of our humanity.
We love with kindness. We love with patience. We love with empathy.
I am sick and tired of needing to listen to Oliver have to laugh off this abuse. Of needing to hear about Ethan having to do the same.
You have no right to do this. You have no right to being so out of touch with reality. I hope you apologize. And if you don’t, get the fuck out.
I’m making Olly reblog this no matter what. He’ll think I’m too harsh, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ve been protecting all of my players since day one, and I sure as hell am willing to burn bridges for my friend. Get a handle on yourselves people. Enough is enough.