Grace Lavery / Joseph Lavery & Daniel M. Lavery / Mallory Ortberg - "Straight with extra steps" couple trooning out to avoid "dwindling into mere heterosexuality"

"I've been advised not to share any details ... but I am being hunted by an online militia contracted to kill me. Also I live at [insert address]."

What Joe doesn't know is that members of his security team may be posting in this very thread. It's all been a honeypot from the beginning. We are all members of his security team, redistributing his obscene wealth as we see fit. Hi!
 
easts than risk a bunch of 15 year olds regretting it one day. Making kids wait until they are 18 doesn't actually kill them. Any kid who offs herself because she can't have her breasts cut off needed psychological treatment way more than surgery.
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"I've been advised not to share any details ... but I am being hunted by an online militia contracted to kill me. Also I live at [insert address]."

What Joe doesn't know is that members of his security team may be posting in this very thread. It's all been a honeypot from the beginning. We are all members of his security team, redistributing his obscene wealth as we see fit. Hi!
Well...I suppose America is a scary place. I mean, I'd be scared. All the time. If I was a gender critical feminist working a one of your universities, I'd be frightened too. If I was a public-facing figure with any kind of belief that made me stand out. It would influence how I conducted myself online - I'd be circumspect. I'd be careful. We don't have the right to bear arms in the UK. It's hard to imagine what that must feel like.

That said, Lavery's behaviour becomes even more incomprehensible. Why would anyone throw out statements as he does, which are intended to outrage and antagonise? What sort of nutcase would sit in his apartment in Brooklyn and post paedo-adjacent apologias online? It's all part of his MO. It's yet another aspect of it - deflect attention, reverse victim and offender., play the martyr when the mob comes for you.

The 'debate' will never go ahead. The lights are back on in the UK, and no-one is turning them off again.

This is from California. https://www.economist.com/united-states/2021/11/06/portrait-of-a-detransitioner-as-a-young-woman. Sad old story. Looks a bit like Mal too.
 
I think it got lost amongst Joe shitting the twitter bed but Mallory has a newsletter from Nov. 08 that's kind of sad and revealing. I can't figure out archiving to save my life but it's titled "The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage."

Some things that jumped out at me:
It has been almost two years since I last spoke to anyone in my biological family, and more than a year since any of them last tried to speak to me. I think I did something good, and I think I have become a worse person in many ways as a result.

A great deal of the suffering engendered by alcoholism has to do with what is sometimes understood as a refusal to “live life on life’s terms,” sometimes to the point of insanity; a denial of reality so necessary and absolute that it resembles gnashing. Chewing without eating. Movement without accompanying meaning. As Volumnia says while declining an invitation to dinner in Coriolanus: “Anger’s my meat; I sup upon myself, and so shall starve with feeding.”
"A refusal to live life on life's terms" ....now, what does that sound like? Mallory, as per usual, comes so close and yet so far to getting it.
The counter-effect of estrangement, which fell like a bolt over my life, is rumination. We do not speak, and I think about them all of the time. This is the underside of the rock, where the ants live. I think insane thoughts, thoughts which run counter to some of my most cherished values: I think, My life is an animal that does not make sense. I think, blood is the only relationship that exists. I think, everything that made me is contaminated. I think worse things. I chew it over. I want to reenact everything and play every part. I want to do it again. I want to repeat the actions that produced the initial desire for repetition. I want infinite pity from an infinite audience of tireless sympathizers. I want to instantly dismiss anyone who would attempt to provide me with comfort or assistance, to hustle them offstage with a vaudevillian hook and a ticket out of town. I want to chew the bone. I want to bite any hand that would take my bone from me. I want to feel bad and never better. I want to feel bad and immediately better. Chewing as attachment: I want to never stop biting.
It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.
 
I think it got lost amongst Joe shitting the twitter bed but Mallory has a newsletter from Nov. 08 that's kind of sad and revealing. I can't figure out archiving to save my life but it's titled "The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage."

Some things that jumped out at me:



"A refusal to live life on life's terms" ....now, what does that sound like? Mallory, as per usual, comes so close and yet so far to getting it.

It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.
Wow, that's grim. I really...hope they reconnect, impossible as it seems. I think she is just not only dealing with cutting off her family but having to reform an entire moral system from scratch, on the basis that doing good creates suffering. Any bright, intelligent person would overthink this, and she gets a special dose because she caused it. I hope playing the other parts makes her understand why they acted like they did.
 
I think it got lost amongst Joe shitting the twitter bed but Mallory has a newsletter from Nov. 08 that's kind of sad and revealing. I can't figure out archiving to save my life but it's titled "The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage."

Some things that jumped out at me:



"A refusal to live life on life's terms" ....now, what does that sound like? Mallory, as per usual, comes so close and yet so far to getting it.

It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.
Link to blog entry and Archive

"I think suffering has, on balance, made me a worse person. I mean “worse” both in regards to character, as I find myself more frequently irritable, more prone to black-and-white thinking, less patient, less open-minded, more easily started, more attached to increasingly elaborate solitary rituals like playing the same video game or watching the same episode of television over and over"
Sounds like depression, or maybe a normal reaction to being torn away from your family, abruptly moved to the opposite side of the country from where you've lived your entire life, and subsequently abandoned for another woman by your only semblance of a support system, your narc husband.
 
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"A refusal to live life on life's terms" ....now, what does that sound like? Mallory, as per usual, comes so close and yet so far to getting it.

It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.

Of all of the things I hate about Mo, her ability to dance endlessly around excruciatingly obvious moments of self-awareness while at same time studiously avoiding them, is probably top of my list.

Just admit you were taken in by a low-grade narc because you've always been a spoilt, sheltered Bay area rich girl and be done with it, Mallory. I know that acknowledging the fact that you let a slovenly, mediocre dipshit manipulate you into hacking your tits off is going to be painful, but it beats the hell out of doubling down on it.
 
Mallory needs to ditch Joe and reconnect with her family. No family is perfect and every family has dysfunction of some sort. Some more severe than others, but I suspect that Mallory's family -- at worst -- would fall into moderate dysfunction, even with the whole "Menlo" incident as Joe refers to it.

The relationship she has with Joe is far more dysfunctional. At least with her parents, she has people who will stand by you when you are at your very worst. If Mallory became disabled tomorrow, I doubt very much that Joe would be there to help her bathe, feed her, ferry her to and from doctor's appointments, etc. It would be too much for him and he'd simply move on to Lily full time or some other side chick (if he could find another desperate lonely woman to latch on to).

She's been literally and metaphorically slicing away pieces of herself to please Joe. He will keep demanding it of her until there is nothing left and there will never be a time when he is willing to put her needs above his. Ever.

I honestly don't think she will ever be able to face the truth. I absolutely believe she will kill herself before she'd admit to the world that she allowed herself to become the kind of woman she hates: the kind who contorts herself to keep a man happy and who stands by him no matter how many times he cheats. The kind of woman who lets a man tell her what to think and who hides her own intelligence because it bruises his ego. She's basically just a Stepford wife but with a beard and a bald spot.
 
I think it got lost amongst Joe shitting the twitter bed but Mallory has a newsletter from Nov. 08 that's kind of sad and revealing. I can't figure out archiving to save my life but it's titled "The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage."

Some things that jumped out at me:



"A refusal to live life on life's terms" ....now, what does that sound like? Mallory, as per usual, comes so close and yet so far to getting it.

It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.
It's the pills, Mal. The T is making you angry, and delusional, and an asshole.

Get off the pills Mallory.

You can do it. You can detox off these drugs, you can think clearly again, you can do it. Wont be easy, but you can kick the addiction of T. You have support, it's the T telling you that you don't or that you can't. Don't let it take over your thoughts. That's the T talking, and all this anger and feelings will pass, and you'll be able to think clearly again. It's hard to imagine that, you're so deep into T, but there is no getting worse, only better.

Now let us get you off these drugs.
 
Link to blog entry and Archive


Sounds like depression, or maybe a normal reaction to being torn away from your family, abruptly moved to the opposite side of the country from where you've lived your entire life, and subsequently abandoned for another woman by your only semblance of a support system, your narc husband.
Sounds like the high from the T is wearing off, typically that takes 2-3 years. Then you're just left with a wrecked body, rage and emotional numbness. Poor girl., reduced to strapping something on to take your unfaithful husband up the arse. What a beautifully realised life.
 
Mallory needs to ditch Joe and reconnect with her family. No family is perfect and every family has dysfunction of some sort. Some more severe than others, but I suspect that Mallory's family -- at worst -- would fall into moderate dysfunction, even with the whole "Menlo" incident as Joe refers to it.

I honestly don't think she can. I don't think a relationship rift like this one could ever be repaired. Even if both sides forgive (leaving aside how much the parents were actually at fault; it's irrelevant here) the changed physical appearance and the health issues that are probably coming her way would make it a constant reminder and engender (hah) pity, which I imagine would be unbearable in a relationship like that.

This is not just a "fuck you mom, I am running off with a bass guitarist!" and then coming back 6 months later. She's messed up every system in her body and it's not reversible, especially not at her age.

She isn't good at genuine self-reflection (she hides anything coming close to it behind impenetrable forced cleverness) and realizing what she has done would be horribly painful even to someone who is good at it.
 
It's sad to watch her ricochet from "Fuck my birth family! I'm THRILLED I never have to speak to them again! Group sex!" to admitting that she's fixated on them and the estrangement.
She's a great writer. This made me feel very sad for her.
I honestly don't think she can. I don't think a relationship rift like this one could ever be repaired. Even if both sides forgive (leaving aside how much the parents were actually at fault; it's irrelevant here) the changed physical appearance and the health issues that are probably coming her way would make it a constant reminder and engender (hah) pity, which I imagine would be unbearable in a relationship like that.

This is not just a "fuck you mom, I am running off with a bass guitarist!" and then coming back 6 months later. She's messed up every system in her body and it's not reversible, especially not at her age.

She isn't good at genuine self-reflection (she hides anything coming close to it behind impenetrable forced cleverness) and realizing what she has done would be horribly painful even to someone who is good at it.
Forgiving what Mallory did to them would take an act of forgiveness like the prodigal son's father. If they're as Christian as she says, it's something they could do. Their religion has a perfect framework for it.
 
Of all of the things I hate about Mo, her ability to dance endlessly around excruciatingly obvious moments of self-awareness while at same time studiously avoiding them, is probably top of my list.

Just admit you were taken in by a low-grade narc because you've always been a spoilt, sheltered Bay area rich girl and be done with it, Mallory. I know that acknowledging the fact that you let a slovenly, mediocre dipshit manipulate you into hacking your tits off is going to be painful, but it beats the hell out of doubling down on it.
as a bay area rich girl with long term family estrangement myself I would like to powerlevel and state for the record that I have no plans on ever cutting off my tits
 
She's a great writer. This made me feel very sad for her.

Forgiving what Mallory did to them would take an act of forgiveness like the prodigal son's father. If they're as Christian as she says, it's something they could do. Their religion has a perfect framework for it.
She has to extricate herself from Joe and his clique, regain her sanity and health (as much as can be possible) before attempting a reconciliation, because the possibility exists her family may just not want to. It's very hard and difficult to admit you were bamboozled and then start over again alone, most people can't.
 
I honestly don't think she can. I don't think a relationship rift like this one could ever be repaired. Even if both sides forgive (leaving aside how much the parents were actually at fault; it's irrelevant here) the changed physical appearance and the health issues that are probably coming her way would make it a constant reminder and engender (hah) pity, which I imagine would be unbearable in a relationship like that.

This is not just a "fuck you mom, I am running off with a bass guitarist!" and then coming back 6 months later. She's messed up every system in her body and it's not reversible, especially not at her age.

She isn't good at genuine self-reflection (she hides anything coming close to it behind impenetrable forced cleverness) and realizing what she has done would be horribly painful even to someone who is good at it.
She's a great writer. This made me feel very sad for her.

Forgiving what Mallory did to them would take an act of forgiveness like the prodigal son's father. If they're as Christian as she says, it's something they could do. Their religion has a perfect framework for it.
It could be repaired if she would accept it. @Cryin RN brought up the Prodigal Son story as I was writing a reply about it. That's why she had to rewrite the parable to make herself the hero for staying away and rolling around in the dirt. She has the storyline of reunion mapped out for her but has to taint it for herself to drive out that longing to go back and forgive her family and herself.
 
I strongly suspect that Kiwifarms is the scary, online militia that Joe has shelled out an extreme amount of money to protect himself from and that is absolutely hilarious.
Exclusive on-the-scene photos of the most recent Kiwifarms face-to-face meetup, at which we celebrated the appearance of several TERF Twitter replies that made Joe Lavery angier than usual for a few minutes and produced some good milk:

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Exclusive on-the-scene photos of the most recent Kiwifarms face-to-face meetup, at which we celebrated the appearance of several TERF Twitter replies that made Joe Lavery angier than usual for a few minutes and produced some good milk:

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It’s so funny, innit. Like I am “””””queer”””””” (not to PL) and a woman and poorer than him and have less social capital but he genuinely has to act like he believes we’re all dangerous white male neo-Nazi threats because we disagree with his opinions. It’s like, who is the privileged cunt here, you Oxford educated dolt??
 
It’s so funny, innit. Like I am “””””queer”””””” (not to PL) and a woman and poorer than him and have less social capital but he genuinely has to act like he believes we’re all dangerous white male neo-Nazi threats because we disagree with his opinions. It’s like, who is the privileged cunt here, you Oxford educated dolt??

It's just a function of his narcissism. He likes to believe he's important and controversial enough that there are gangs out to hunt him down and kill him, because acknowledging the reality of his own mediocrity is much more frightening. Joe would much prefer if there were groups of vicious terves out with their pitchforks to string him up from a lamppost - because that would mean that as a brave kweer iconoclast, his "ideas" (to use the term loosely) were of enough import to stir people into a frenzy and persecute him like some kind of fat, crossdressing Gallileo.

The reality of his own reflection is what truly scares him, and it's why he keeps shrieking and flinging his shit takes into the void as a distraction. He knows he's a pudgy, comically ugly, middle-aged man in unconvincing drag, who holds a position through nothing more than his possession of a dick and a novelty accent, whose only source of human connection is a woman with the soul of a beaten dog (because that's the only kind who could be around him for more than 5 minutes), and who is nothing more than a hysterical sideshow to everyone else.

He knows what he is. He spends all day on Twitter squealing impotently at terves so he doesn't have to think about it.
 
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