Dear Father,

I realise this is a bit much to ask of you, really, but please stop being so damned authoritarian. Telling me to do things that greatly inconvenience me and benefit no-one else just because you told me to is not something that I see the point of doing... sorry. You could explain, or you could not make unreasonable demands that don't benefit anyone except your own sick sadistic conscience.

Also, the 'I'm going to lunge at you like I'm off to hit you and then just laugh at you' thing? NOT COOL. Really. Just... get over yourself. It's not scary in the slightest, it's just a bit pathetic, to be honest. I used to be absolutely terrified of you, and now I just find you inherently ridiculous. I'm trying to let you have less control over my emotions, cos things have been going right recently, and I don't want you or the mother making me feel worse about them.

Not really yours in the slightest,

Someone who finds you less worrying every day, and is proud of this.

In other news, if there is a meetup on the second Saturday we were on about (the 7th of June), I CAN COME! I was talking to the mother about it - oh, the wonders of having parents who don't actually give a fuck - and there's a train early that morning that I could get to King's Cross, and then I'm allowed to go off round London with my bitches (providing that the parents have spoken to one or two of them first and know they're not paedos - which may be easier said than done). I do hope we do have the meetup on that Saturday, it would be PWN incarnate. I know how I'd get there and I'm allowed to, so we shall just have to wait to see if everyone does meet up on a day that I can get there. I really hope so... it would be WIN.