Part Fifteen: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One, Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, and Part Thirteen, and Part Fourteen.

Before we progress onward to May 28th, 2025, I am going to backtrack a few days. I mentioned this in the earlier posts, but I didn't realize that Kyle had been tagging my X handle (which was inactive and set to private at the time) publicly on multiple X accounts of his. I think I found out about this only because I was searching for my own posts on X and then saw the tags. This would lead me to the realization that I was (or was about to be) publicly defamed, publicly sexually harassed, and that doctored screenshots of email conversations—showing responses I never sent—would be published in association with me.

The timeline might not be quite as linear moving forward, but only because it took me a while to realize that this was going on. The more I'd dig, the more I'd find. First, the video. And then I will share some screenshots from the video with my personal annotations. You will also see that I am not the only person (woman) being tagged in these posts. Those were the other women he was stalking and harassing. I won't speculate or dwell too much on that, out of respect for their privacy. I ask that anyone reading these posts refrain from reaching out to anyone, other than myself, that was tagged in them (which were all publicly posted at the time). 

May 27th: From the infamous panty-mask video. Yes, he is wearing what appears to be women's panties over his mouth and nose while he issues what could be interpreted as a threat. "Listen up little ladies. I ain't playing no games. It's time to get serious now."

May 26th: ...and there's a video he posted where you can plainly see my picture and my Bluesky account up on his screen:

"Sexy girl. Don't you dare treat me like a conquest, okay? Don't you. Don't you wish your girlfriends were hot like me? I'm here forever, okay? I care about you. Love you."

And this was the actual Bluesky thread I had written, which he only partially revealed in this video so that he could intentionally take my words out of context. (To continue to spin his delulu narrative.)

Later that night at 11:39PM:

He posted that commentary about this BlueSky thread. I kept seeing the wave symbolism in tandem with the viral surges of new (nearly-all male) followers I was experiencing. He'd been following my posts pretty closely, so I have no doubt he knew what that imagery meant for me. And he didn't seem to appreciate the attention I was getting.

May 29th: This post, in particular, will become relevant again (when we go through the messages he was inboxing me):

May 27th: -_- He had tried to add me on Discord at one point, and had my name listed as one of his pronouns. Which he couldn't help but show off on X.

Okay, May 28th, 2025:

Clearly not getting the responses he had hoped for from the others he was harassing:

"SO JSUTICE IS MURDER NOW" Male loneliness epidemic, y'all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nah, dude. You're crazy. Being psychic and being psycho aren't necessarily mutually exclusive.

He sent a lot of messages to my inbox on this date, so I won't share them all. But before I share the next email, I need to share screenshots of things I had recently posted over on BlueSky, so that the context of his next message is fully apprehended: 

So, now we have established that The Empress is a reference to me directly:

Warning: Graphic images ahead.

Medicating with LSD...

More death threats:

This is where I'll stop for today. I did get some upsetting news about my health last week, which I will be writing about soon. But I am still gathering my thoughts and my feelings about it all. Plus, I have an appointment with a specialist about it on the 2nd and will hopefully know more about it then.

Part Fourteen: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One, Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, and Part Thirteen.

Shall we continue with the...

I couldn't help myself. Well, I could. But I didn't want to. I have to find some way to make light of what is a very dark and disturbing set of circumstances I've had to endure over this past spring and summer. It's not just what I went through with Kyle. Dealing with cishet men in general has been a nightmare—especially from 2023 to now. I have to steel myself daily not to get rage-baited, all while managing hormone fluctuations (still not getting enough, still fighting with insurance) and adjusting to surgically induced menopause, shifting body rhythms, failing memory, and a stack of ongoing health issues.

Historically, I've been good at tuning out distractions—refusing to get pulled into pointless conflict or controversy. But lately, I can't escape it. Reality keeps throwing toxic people and situations my way, mostly men. Each encounter forces me to confront, cut off, or redefine what I tolerate. I am detoxing a LONG expired way of navigating these ever-shifting planes. I'm still in the liminal, messy middle. Dating apps are a major part of that purge—something I've had to gradually wean myself off of. This has been an ongoing issue for me since 2023. I've gotten better about it the last year or two, but I'd still occasionally relapse and get back on the apps. The results are always the same: I'm left feeling even more lonely, disillusioned, and bitter each time I make an attempt to seek out genuine companionship. 

But it's more than that. I am deeply emotionally wounded right now—especially after this insane series of events that went down this past spring and summer—and I am fully cognizant of that. I am not okay. I am a mess, and even if I were to find (or be found by) the elusive needle in the haystack, I wouldn't be ready for that person. I am not my best self right now, and I don't think that anyone in my position would be.

Likewise, my values and desires also continue to shift. This is a process that noticeably began in 2023, and I am sure I have touched on this before in previous posts. I want to feel good again, and not in a performative 'success is the best revenge' kind of a way. Because I don't care (or no longer want to care—because I have, in the past, not cared at times and have cared at other times) how my way of living is to be perceived. It's (once again) no longer important to me if my life looks successful on the outside or not. I'd like to say that it never was all that important, but that wouldn't be entirely true. It's when I am wrapped up in an unrequited love situation that I do care about being perceived as successful.

What I most want right now is to not feel like I am about to drop dead. To have some of my chronic issues go back into remission and get fully realigned. To be content in a slow-paced life. Consumed by my passion projects but not creatively scattered (or doing it for the wrong reasons). And also, not energetically blocked from channeling on a daily basis because I am stuck having to deal with the emotional and physiological fallout of dealing with one traumatic situation on top of another. But I do feel like I am getting my priorities straightened back out. I've recently gotten super invested in this haunted object collection. I'm in love with it. I feel like it perfectly complements all of my other aspirations. It's not like I've ever dealt with possessed toys before or anything… 😏

Okay, I think I have gone off on enough tangents. It's time to get back to the timeline. Each post is one step closer to me finishing these series so that I don't have to relive it indefinitely.

Back to it. The Kyle Files. That's right. May 27th, 2025, to be more precise. Get ready for the whiplash (praise-degrade-praise cycle, splitting):

You'll notice that this is a regular part of his lore (if I haven't already pointed that out):

I had never heard of them until Kyle. I wonder if there are any in existence that are haunted?! I kinda like 'em. 😂

He never "saw" me at all. Delulu Labubu.

Heard is his last name, but this ties in with his whole 'Amber' narrative. Which we will see again in future posts.

I had to pause for a moment while I was uploading those screenshots, because one of the spirits was trying to get my attention. Either that or my cat's attention!

The ball started rolling around the track on its own. Daisy was on the other side of the room, drinking water, when it happened. I'll be posting a little video about it on my TikTok channel tonight or tomorrow. I think it was Kimber who did it! She's the second (out of three) haunted dolls I have recently acquired. She's a little jester and is said to be a positive spirit. I haven't had her long enough to really get to witness too much of her personality just yet.

Alright, I think I'm going to leave it there for now since I went off topic for the majority of this post. I'm hoping that there won't be as big of a gap in between this part and the next. I have several doctor appointments this week but aim to at least get part fifteen out in a couple of days. I'm trying to refrain from making any promises about posting deadlines, but the intention is to start pumping out some more of these in the coming weeks. I really am ready to close out this chapter. But I'm also determined to document the full timeline of what I went through—because honestly, it's absurd when you lay it all out. And it matters. It serves as a reminder to myself: I made it through that too. I didn't let that break me either. Even at my worst, even at my lowest, even at my most vulnerable, I'm still a motherfuckin' /G\!

Part Thirteen: A Daisy Chain of Events

Disclaimer: This post contains my firsthand account of documented harassment and stalking behavior. The events described are supported by evidence, including messages and timestamps. Any opinions expressed are grounded in personal experience and the impact this behavior has had on my safety and well-being.

If you haven't read the first few parts, I recommend you do so before continuing. Here they are, in order:

Part One, Part 1A (be sure to read this before advancing to the next part), Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, and Part Twelve.

May 24th, 2025, and it looks like I received a friend request on Facebook from Kyle that day:

He was also emailing me from several different accounts that day:

As a reminder, keep in mind that my body is still fighting off a serious kidney infection while all of this was going on. On May 24th, I was on the sixth day of a ten-day course of antibiotics.

Day 6 on antibiotics. This is the first morning that I didn't immediately hop out of bed to hurry up and take my meds. (I will be doing that soon, though, to keep myself on a schedule.) I usually feel awful first thing. Achy or soaked from my fever breaking. There's a dull achiness, but that's all.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 24, 2025 at 5:56 AM

May 25th, 2025:

Day 7 and feeling some diffuse muscle weakness this morning. The antibiotics I am on temporarily exacerbate malabsorption. I can't resume my protein-heavy/nutrient-dense cocktails until after Day 10 (too hard on my kidneys, and won't absorb properly anyway). Getting closer!

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) May 25, 2025 at 6:54 AM

Some of the daily inbox messages from Kyle that day:

You're going to notice that some of his behaviors are going to take another dramatic shift after this date. I believe this is when he started hitting the drugs pretty heavy, and this is when the peak of the worst of it all began (with the climax being at the very end of June):

This was in response to a confrontation he witnessed on my Bluesky. I had confronted someone on there (a 'reply guy'), so of course Kyle had to try to insert himself. Straight out of Joe Goldberg's playbook.

I also received a cool little snap that day from one of my Snapchat followers (if you've read some of my previous blog posts, you'll already know that I'm a fan of the show):

That's something I'd also like to do in the future. Share some of the coolest snaps I have received from my Snapchat following. But I also don't want to violate anyone's privacy, so I might post a public story asking for submissions that I can specifically feature. I get some really cool ones. Without going into any identifying details: I do have a follower who is the captain of a massive military vessel. He lives on the ship, and he gets to witness pods of dolphins showing off for him nightly. It's pretty rad to get to see.

On to May 26th. He sent me a lot of messages that day, and several of those messages contained screenshots from a Discord server that he had joined. He joined that server to stalk and sexually harass a streamer that was on there. I won't be sharing those emails.

Yeah. No commentary necessary.

Stay tuned for the next part...