Sylvanna Devlin

WTF is this?

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1023544744457314/posts/3517888608356236/

Now I know some bitch has been posting as me – and though I could find the full comment is likely an asshole.

So that’s what’s going on.

The fucking, vile, monstrous, arrogant, foul, nasty, probably bigoted and unpleasant moronic bitch.*

Please note. I do not post as Sylvanna Devlin anywhere.

It’s this blog

And “Game over”

That’s it.

I’ve had it with the character assassination the evolutionsbremse has caused, because people think I’m that bitch!

*Her awful reputation has ruined my good one. So it’s a guess she’s unpleasant As I was liked well enough till I revealed my pen name (and was too hacked to get relevant news or even comments)

Now a different bitch is trying to steal my legal name and I’m fucking fed up.

Talk to me in person and I usually get along or at least am polite unless rude behavior has made it a dual bitch fight

(Don’t piss off people trying to be nice. Our bite is ferocious and all we need wield is words)

But I’m trying to hide quietly while the bitch brigade harasses the fuck out of me. But for all they know they’ve mistaken me for someone who has done more than post blog facts and theories . (admittedly some pretty wild)

They don’t know me, despite invading my privacy, but the assumption is I seem to deserve being treated as less than human. And unless we’re going X-Men, or scared of a CIA cover or some such (really?); we have stigma, or mistaken identity.

I’m trying to hakuna my tatas because my ferocity isn’t fucking working. But just ignoring bullshit becomes too much. But I keep straying from compassion and that’s not okay with me.

Current assholery is no one believes that of you anymore.

You can’t poke and prod, shred and create wounds to shred further- and expect a lovey dovey response.

But meet me in person and I’m still the sweetest thing.

And I’ve given it some thought. I am sorry but a reflexive sorry is built is and the British install it fiercely when we’re young.

It’s sometimes sympathy

Sometimes apologetic in nature

And sometimes short hand for “whoops, my mistake. Hope you’re okay.”

Then there’s the asshole Version

I’m sorry (not really it’s just snide) this is who I am and you can’t complain people think I’m weak when they also claim they are afraid of me….

Ah some of this bullshit is stigma.

I need to thoroughly think through my response.