A Response & A Path

I wake up each morning and the first taste on my tongue isn't coffee or hope—it's something heavier, something that sits in my chest like unshed rain. Not because of anything I've done or failed to do, but because watching your own story get rewritten by other hands feels like losing pieces of yourself you didn't even know were precious until they were gone.

Let me paint the landscape of truth with the brush of brutal honesty, because clarity demands nothing less than the raw, unvarnished reality of what transpired.

The Heart of Who I Am

I have never, not in the deepest recesses of my most frustrated moments, intend harm toward another human being. To understand what being a druid is about, is to realize that all druids, myself included, believe that life — ALL LIFE — has value and purpose. This isn't merely a defensive statement thrown into the digital wind—it's the bedrock truth that my actions, my investments, my very breathing revolves around. When I pour my energy into the community we’ve been building, when I invest substantial sums into other platforms, when I stay up until my eyes burn red crafting code & content that might spark joy or understanding in someone else's day, I do so because connection—real, authentic, healing connection—is what I believe makes this chaotic world bearable.

The suggestion that I would orchestrate any harm feels like being accused of poisoning the very well I drink from daily. I invite any member to sit down with me, share a cup of coffee, and tell me there is something they do not like, or there is something wrong. I am accountable to ALL OF YOU, not to myself. My community isn't just a project to me; it's the living, breathing manifestation of everything I believe about human potential for goodness. I call this community the family that it is for a reason. I build it this way for THAT VERY REASON. And every member of this family, which I continue to show for, that suffers, or hurts, or needs help….this mama bears her claws and fights for them.

The Uncomfortable Truth About Boundaries

But let me also lay bare the jagged edge of what actually happened, because sanitized half-truths serve no one.

This wasn't necessarily about inappropriate conversations—it was about the boundary between public engagement and private intrusion being crossed without consideration. When you're investing your energy into building something for people, there's an expectation that the engagement happens within the community space, not through side channels that exclude you from conversations about your own work and life. There becomes an importance about transparency. As a whole. Transparency that I was not getting, much less being told.

The Reality that many dont see: Imagine you're a trans woman trying to survive in a world that became exponentially more hostile after 2024, where finding employment feels like scaling a mountain made of rejection letters and sideways glances. You're unemployed, watching your benefits tick toward zero like a countdown to catastrophe, but you still give—because that's who you are, because community matters more than your own comfort.

So I put up boundaries. I made decisions about who could participate in certain community spaces based on whether their behavior was contributing to or detracting from the overall health of what we were building together. Some people found themselves excluded from certain conversations or spaces—not out of personal vindictiveness, but because I believed their presence was creating dynamics that were harmful to the community as a whole.

These weren't easy decisions. But when you're responsible for maintaining a space where people feel safe and valued, sometimes that means making uncomfortable choices about who gets access to what. It means recognizing that not every person who wants to be part of your community is actually contributing to its well-being.