Hey y’all…
Come sit down with me for a minute. I want to talk to you from the heart, the way we do down here in the South.
Some of you upcoming new darlin’s probably opened my page here on Boosty and thought, “Why does this Southern girl write a lot of her posts in Russian?” Bless your hearts, I don’t blame you one bit. So let me tell you my whole story, honest and true.
My name is Mariel Wheeler. My daddy was a Russian immigrant strong, proud, and full of that old-world fire. But my mama… oh, she was pure South through and through. Old French colonial blood from way back, the kind of deep Southern roots that go all the way to the early settlers who built this land with their own hands. She was a true Southern lady. The Lord called her home the very day I came into this world, so I never got to feel her arms around me or hear her voice.
I was raised by my Russian father and my mama’s daddy... My granddaddy. And that man… he is Confederate to the bone. He taught me to love this land, our faith, our traditions, our history, and our people with everything I had in me.
Then 2020 came. George Floyd summer. Everything felt like it was burnin’ down around us. The left became so loud, so vicious, so determined to tear down everything I believed in — our flags, our faith, our Southern soul. I felt completely lost in my own country. Like there was no place left for girls like me who still loved Jesus, the old ways, and the real Dixie spirit with all their heart.
That’s when I turned somewhere I never expected… to the Russian conservatives.
They didn’t just accept the South — they embraced it with a passion and respect I rarely saw from Americans back then. They loved our flags, our men, our faith, our history, our traditions. For the first time in years, I felt truly seen, protected, and loved for exactly who I was. So I did what my heart told me: I created Dixie Diary. A little safe corner of the internet where the real Southern spirit could breathe again.
In the beginning there were almost no Americans here. But the love for Dixie was stronger and purer than almost anywhere else. These people carried the torch for the South even when so many of my own countrymen had let it fall.
And now… something beautiful is happening.
My Threads is growing fast, and more and more real Southerners and Americans are finding their way here. It makes my heart swell with so much hope I could cry happy tears.
