Dear bunny, thank you for this fresh, hot episode of Azzerae's World to savor with my coffee on a gorgeous Saturday morning! I am sure, when he listens to the free version in a week, Metron's ass will be chapped good and proper.
I used to enjoy talking to Metron, too. You will not remember but I stood up for him twice -- the only one who would -- when he was in hot water with you because he is a great conversationalist when he wants to be. He repays this kindness by betraying me.
I don't mean by calling me a fag (I don't care if you say a stupid word, I can tell when people mean to be unkind) but by talking shit about me behind my back to try to sabotage my friendship with you, which I treasure. That is wicked. He does this instead of signing up here and confronting me like a man. Such a coward, afraid of a swish fag. Such an old woman, they used to call those "poison pen letters" in old novels, sent by jealous spinsters hyperventilating in their garrets. He fairly reeks of lavender and mothballs.
I especially enjoy how he blames me for making this an unsafe space when, were it not for the foul stench of his doxxing games, there's no reason most of bellgab should not have come here when it finally folded.
That is why he partnered with you to set up Azzgab in the first place. He needs you to run a forum because no one would ever sign up to Metrongab knowing what a spaz he is. He counted on being able to wheedle information out of you whenever he ran out of argument with someone. Sometimes, it worked.
I'm sorry. He was a good friend, and to me, too, when I was bored and just wanted to shoot the shit. But, fuck him.
