When I was in 2nd grade I wanted to be a ballerina, but settled for disco lessons as a dancing alternative. 🕺
Before completing gay conversion therapy via hypnosis later that summer, my Grandpa Joe and I had a secret meeting. In addition to choosing ‘Tiny Dancer’ to help me remember who I was, he promised me a home and money to atone for my family’s sins.
As far as I’m concerned, my family has already confessed to stealing my inheritance through various deceitful tactics, including but not limited to: leaving me to confront traumatic childhood memories alone, launching a smear campaign to discredit me, employing doppelgängers and creating fake profiles to impersonate me, paying people to tarnish my reputation within the LGBTQ+ community, and attempting to silence me through isolation, hacking my accounts, and shadow banning my creative content.
My family can hate me all they want for being gay, but my Grandpa Joe made a promise to me and I have every intention of honoring mine to him. Slander my name all you want, but I simply cannot allow you to disgrace my Grandpa Joe by not honoring his dying wishes.
Your time is up. However difficult it is for your egos to reconcile, you failed, and miserably at that. I couldn’t be more embarrassed for all involved in the deceitful plots to traffic and discredit me. It’s not hard to see why Grandpa Joe wanted the best for me and not you.
Yours Truly,
#tinydancer
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