A blog by Katie Cruz
I’m awake, when I should be in bed asleep. I’m just gonna brainstorm rant in the open here. It’s not directed at anyone, or any specific group. This community (the whole MAP community, not just fedi, or specific forums) has a problem with activism, or a lack thereof. People are content with the fact that
When I was a child, my career goal was to be “on TV.” I wanted to be famous, wanted to be a celebrity. Celebrities have it all, live a cool lifestyle, and their voice reaches a wide audience. But I never thought of the downsides of being famous. The constant attention, the scrutiny, the stalkers
Guess who’s back. Back again. Katie’s back. Tell a friend. After a slightly irritating incident with who I’ve dubbed “TikTok Bitch” an anti who was targeting me, I am reopening the blog. Unfortunately, due to the misinformation she has spread, and because she allegedly contacted and traumatized the family of [REDACTED], I have hidden all
I joined the MAP community as a young, naive, teen. I was hopelessly in love with little girls and the prospect of a lifetime of loneliness seemed inevitable and devastating. I had radical ideas of legalizing relationships between adults and tween girls and looked for ways to be able to spend time with them. I
I think we will soon see a mass social rejection of the far-right’s hatred, as people move toward a more progressive and empathetic worldview. Pair that with continued scientific research, and there’s going to be a societal reckoning on the level of Stonewall, for the MAP community. -Katelyn Marie Cruz 24 Nov 2022 It’s gonna
This is what was playing out in my head last night: I’m spending the day at Lucy’s house, with her and her parents. An alert sounds on all of our phones, that a ballistic missile is inbound. I hold Lucy. I’m sure she already knew the answer, but she asks if we’re going to die.
I love you so much. I’ve missed you these last few years. You’re my best friend. I feel safe with you. When we hold each other, I feel like I’m in heaven. And I’d give anything to be there again. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. You mean the world to me.
This longing hurts. That’s what I’ve done most of my life. Longing for Lucy. Longing for the perfect girl in my head. Longing for whatever little girl I encountered for a brief moment in time. I spend years longing for girls that are out of reach. And what I’m doing now is probably the same.
You know, I love her so much, I’d be willing to wait until she’s 18 just for a chance of a relationship. I’m actually turned on imagining her at legal age, the two of us going out at two in the morning in our pajamas to get snacks at the gas station. Laughing and joking,
I wanna write a book. “Letters to Lucy.” Basically it would be a collection of memoirs of our time together, as well as thoughts, poems, and just things I would tell her if she were to read this as an adult. 3 goals: 1. A way for me to get closure. 2. Maybe someday she
