Who Wants to Be Jessa Joyce?!

Apparently, this person:

I don’t know how I should feel. It’s not often someone straight up pretends to be me. I guess they’ve been adding my friends too, which is frickin’ creepy.

But I’m kind of weirdly flattered?! Like, this person not only thinks I’m cool enough to emulate, but also thinks I’m hot enough to put an “18+” link in the profile. To be fair, it’s almost definitely a scam. I did have an OnlyFans very briefly, which was a wildly unsuccessful endeavor, but I had only one fan. And I’m highly doubting they cared enough about my mediocre derrière to have saved any of my tasteful noods. (And if you want to see my tasteful noods, click here.)

I know this is something I’m going to have to deal with even more as I become more and more of a public figure, what with my music and writing. Like, the band is actually starting to get attention. And it’s as exciting as it is scary. I’ve written about stan culture on here before. I doubt I’ll ever be Taylor Swift famous, but you don’t have to be to get a stalker. There’s millions of not-famous people who have stalkers, and here I am putting myself out there like I’m wearing a hi-vis vest with the words STALK ME printed in all caps.

That’s the price of being a creative, though. You have to put yourself out there if you ever want your art to make a difference in the world, and that’s going to open you up to attention from all kinds of weirdos. Including ones that use your pictures to make fake Instagram accounts.

I guess it could be worse. It’s annoying, but it’s not the end of the world. I’ll still continue to post on my own account (which y’all should follow) and create content that matters for the people who care about me and my work, and hopefully this creepo will languish in the depths of Instagram.

But like, don’t try to be me. There’s already enough of me in the world.