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...

Part Twelve: A Daisy Chain of Events

Women's Lives Matter
(White Women's Lives Matter)

Iryna Zarutska, in her heartbreaking final moments:

A creator I follow on Instagram recently spoke out about being stalked for over a year—fake accounts, impersonation, false reports, and constant psychological harassment—and what struck me most was how her comment section was full of other women echoing their own experiences with stalking and cyber-stalking. It's reminiscent of Laura Clery's recent ordeal with her ex-husband, and it parallels my own situation with Kyle. The thread running through all of this is how dangerous it is for women to simply exist in the world, and how the cost of being seen is too often paid in fear, hypervigilance, and exhaustion. Inevitably, some man on a power trip just has to come along, seeking to tear her down and then blame her for it. 

It
makes
my
blood
BOIL.

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, and Part Eleven.

I meant to get this post out sooner, but I have been super unwell and unmotivated to do much (to barely leave my couch). As I mentioned in previous posts, my health is fragile right now. I am at a low point. I have a swollen, hardened lymph node in my right armpit that is a cause for concern. My Mother was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma when I was 8, went on to develop myelodysplastic syndrome, and had to have a Stem cell transplant (I was 13-14 years old). We were told she was terminally ill as I was going through puberty. The Stem cell transplant was their last resort, but it worked. She was close to the age I am now.

While I don't want to catastrophize, I am worried about this. Merely functioning, lately, has not been easy. I plan to follow up with my doctors either way, but we will have to see if this swollen lymph node goes away in the next couple of days. I will likely be scheduling a lot of tests with various specialists over the next couple of months.

Current temperature: In many ways, I am feeling better, but I woke up with a pounding headache from the fever.

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— Herma🃏Jestar (@hermajestar.com) September 14, 2025 at 7:18 AM

Okay, so where were we? I think we have now come to May 22nd, 2025. Let's start, first, with some of the daily inbox messages I was getting from Stalker Kyle. As always, only sharing the most disturbing or relevant:

"*die WITH YOU cause dun wna being doing stuff without you right now*"

When I first received this email, I thought it was just spam. But then...

...the next messages in my inbox from Kyle were this (On May 23rd):
*vomit* You'll notice that he frequently tries to reinforce the idea that he is the only man.

...and then he sent this one on May 24th. He's quoting me in this one. I tried to find my original post but couldn't. (I'm sure it will find me soon.)

Okay, now back to May 22nd. The next set of images are from earlier on in the timeline, but I saved these screenshots on May 22nd. I am not sure if that means that some of the latest messages are from that exact day, but I feel like this is as good a time as any to share them. This set of messages is all from the same individual.

"None of them care."

Can you imagine what women had to deal with before antibiotics? A urinary tract infection might as well be a death sentence. Having sex immediately put a woman's life at risk, even with fertility and pregnancy risks aside. 

Still May 22nd: I was in the middle of messaging a friend about what was going on with this new influx of messages and calls, when another rando tried to video call me.

I think I am going to leave it there with this one. We're going to be diving into some of the most unhinged evidence here soon. There is still a lot to cover, because June was the worst of it. At this point in the timeline, I hadn't discovered the public posts he was making about me (which include some disturbing videos). Things start ramping up around May 26th-27th. With the amount of evidence I still have, the task of putting out all of these parts is a bit daunting. But I am called to do so. You can expect the next installment very soon.