Who I Am
Hello, I’m Currie, like the spice but with an i-e. I’m of northern European ancestry and I’m a mom to a four year old boy. I’m a writer of both fiction and non, and I do pencil art and design. I like to play with weird ideas.
I chase my heart into activistic pursuits. I oscillate between putting my views out there to be confronted by strangers and hiding away in my tree fort. I’m skeptical of practically everything I’m told and much of what I think. I reject partisanship in favour of truth, human rights, and personal privacy.
Where I’m Coming From
In 2019, I turned in my Attic Dweller badge in exchange for marriage, a house and a baby, all in the same year. My then-husband and I had been waiting a while for the right opportunity.
My son’s birth — the first time I had ever been admitted to a hospital — was an obstetric violence nightmare. My pursuit of criminal justice after the ordeal was a second nightmare. And in the middle of that pursuit, which had just opened my eyes to Canadian laws relevant to human rights in medicine and the ways in which they are routinely violated without consequence, the covid scandal began.
I was early to point out fraud and criminal coercion, early to have my questions mobbed by angry Facebook commenters, early to start a local Facebook group (Questioning Covid in Windsor-Essex, now bludgeoned into a coma by censorship algorithms), and early to enter the local legacy news cycle as active opposition to the roid-raging sanitation service our government calls “Public Health.”
Within a couple months, I was Windsor’s #1 public enemy. I was a local celebrity, especially to the masses of strangers who had seen me around, thought I was crazy and hoped I would die.
Maybe I should have stayed in the attic?
Haha. lol. No.
I know, I’m sorry, ugh, I know, but I’m just — see, I’m just not gonna take it.
