Twitter has labeled me as a threat and they’ve erased me. Appeals mean nothing. They don’t care. But with my love’s help, I’m back online. I have to wonder for how long though. I feel like I can’t be myself anymore because the “system” has decided I’m a raging bitch and silenced me.

If they suspend my recycled Joyanna account, then I’m not fighting it anymore. My husband tried to murder me, my family hates me and it feels hopeless to think I have no voice at a time when it’s more important than ever to speak out against white supremacists, incels and toxic men with assault rifles.

But in the end, all that matters is somehow surviving in this hateful world with my partner and my kitty.

Thanks for the love, my friends.


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