Someone forgets I pay attention, sweetheart. As I've said a few times before, you're going to have to wait until July for anything further. If NZ does extradite Dotcom, they can do the same to me when and if the Feds ask. Too bad they've had to wait two and a half years, kike bitch.
I apologize for the language above, but it is left whole to show a rather ugly point.
So: My ask box is closed now.
And I’m doing something very, very, very rarely do, and my friends have been begging me to do about this whole thing since day one: meet it head on.
The above ask was sent in by my stalker. This is why my ask box remains closed.
Maybe it is time to show what stalking really is and does.
Imagine getting messages, the type of which make the above seem mild and sweet (add in sexual threats, death threats, and vows to be up to this forever), any time you have any ability for anyone to contact you.
Every day. At times multiple times a day, sometimes in a stream of messages that clog your inbox.
And when you never once address that, they start contacting your friends, your sister, your parents. Your brother in law. Your infant nephew/godson.
Threatens them consistently. Sends them packages. Sends them postcards. Look sup their private info and parade it in front of them.
For 5.5 years.
Things that thus far haven’t helped: An arrest. An international warrant. International attention. Stays in mental health facilities. Nothing deters this behavior.
Stalking is one of the crimes that takes the victim out of the equation, because of how likely it is that being in it exacerbates the situation. And if we do nothing and let the world exist like this, we are enabling a kind of malice that could threaten the very positive and at times powerful ways we exchange ideas and connect to each other.
The Internet is the wild west, and at some point the cavalry’s gotta come in, here.
The FBI has been amazing but are limited by a foreign nation’s wish to completely ignore a situation that has been proven many times over to exist.
I can only be so defiant in private while balancing the need for my and my family’s safety.
You may think, “I’ve seen her at LeakyCons, she’s not affected by this at all!” Never make an assumption by the strength someone is able to project that they are unaffected. And never assume that someone who doesn’t give her life over to something negative completely - disappear from the internet, etc - doesn’t just as much peace and justice as those whose lives lose major functions because of this activity. There is sometimes a paternalistic rise in compassion that rises to meet the level to which a person has been affected. If we start judging that way, we forget that no matter the victim and no matter the effect, the crime is the same and it must be stopped.
So there you go. A glimpse into my life.
If you wish to stand against stalking, please reblog; and as a bonus, please add your own thoughts about the necessity that a country’s law enforcement agency (in this case New Zealand’s) starts to take this seriously.
This may be the most important thing I ever reblog, and I really hope you take the time to read it.
I’ve known Melissa throughout much of this and I’ve seen the hurt and damage it has caused. I’ve seen her get not one, but HUNDREDS of highly graphic and possibly viable rape and death threats from this stalker. The notes come into every part of Melissa’s life, pretty much every day. They are both electronic and physical. They go to her family. They threaten everything about her life.
The note you see above is NOTHING compared to some that have come in.
I also get notes from this stalker. As I post this, I set myself up to get more. I send them to the FBI, as I have been instructed. The case file grows.
This has gone on for five and a half years.
It’s hard to keep silent while someone goes through this.
I hope that the stalker actually gets the medical treatment she so desperately needs. She is a danger to herself as much as anything else. I have gotten at least one letter from her that was a detailed suicide threat. She has also cut her own wrists and posted the picture online. She very, very much needs help.
I hope Melissa gets justice. She needs her life back.
And I hope this helps pave a way for more victims of online stalking to get the help and protection they need.
This is the current signature count for the petition to restore Net Neutrality. As you can see it has a very long way to go.
Come on people I know there are at least 64,000 of you on tumblr who haven’t signed this yet. Click here to do so
If you have already signed be sure to share the link so that the word will spread.
hey real talk for a second
the deadline for this petition is in THREE WEEKS
and it’s not even halfway to meeting the goal.
If it doesn’t meet the goal, IT’S OVER. THE PETITION IS REMOVED. THE END.
I know it might be a little annoying to take a whole two minutes out of your life to make an account and sign this, but that little annoyance pales in comparison to the fact that right now, MASSIVE CORPORATIONS NOW HAVE THE POWER TO CONTROL HOW THE INTERNET IS RUN
Please, DON’T sit back and think, “Oh, everyone else will sign it. I’ll just reblog.” No. There are literally THOUSANDS of people thinking the exact same thing. There’s a reason this post has almost 20,000 notes more than the number of signatures: It’s because people are liking and reblogging without signing it.
Don’t fall victim to the bystander effect. DO take this very, very seriously. The only requirement for signing is that you are 13 years or older. You don’t have to be a U.S. citizen to sign. So please, take the two minutes. Sign the petition. It’s the only hope we have to fix this.
My Name is Lizzie Bennet and… (with the intro)
So, immediately after I got up Sunday morning, I remembered that the 12th Doctor was supposed to be announced, and I went straight to Twitter where I knew my feed would be 90% New Doctor flailing. But I hadn’t had any tea yet, and I don’t wake up well at the best of times, so I was so out of it that I misread Peter Capaldi
as Peter Facinelli
—but I was so groggy I just thought, “Well, that’s an incredibly weird casting decision, but whatever,” and went with it. It was about half an hour before I reread someone’s tweet and realized I had the wrong actor. But I’ve had an incredibly entertaining time ever since mentally substituting Peter Facinelli, in full Cullen makeup, into everything I read about the new Doctor.
Before I even start this, I want to say that I worried about writing this. I seriously fretted in a way I don’t normally fret. Because last night was one of the weirdest nights I’ve EVER HAD online, and that is saying something.
So I must preface: to anyone who had a reasoned and well-intentioned objection to Twittersilence, THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU. I get your objections. I think it’s awesome that you are being LOUD! All approaches in this are valid, I think, as long as we move forward!
But something happened yesterday (and is still happening now) that’s pretty fascinating, and a little troubling. It’s a rich opportunity to learn about how we talk online. And I write this knowing that the subject is still sore, and I worry about the comments already, but I come at this from a good place, so I feel compelled to write it out and get it out of my head and into words.
Yesterday, I read about this thing that was going to happen on Sunday on Twitter called #twittersilence. Anyone who felt like it could take part in a voluntary 24 hour period in which they didn’t tweet.
My first thought when I read this was that it was a bad idea. I had the same reaction as many—silence is the opposite of what we want. But the more I thought about it, the more I came around to it. Here were my reasons:
There was an article I really wanted to write about a friend who is going through a serious online abuse case right now. I thought this would be a great time to do it.
At best, it would help bolster the Twitter anti-abuse policy. If enough people took part, it might actually get noticed and the button would be put in a more obvious place. Right now, I use the home screen, and you have to go through about five screens to find the place to report abuse. At worst, it would do nothing and just be kind of dumb. But that’s okay. I don’t mind being dumb. But the whole point was to get the attention of Twitter and the media.
I meditate, and I find there is something powerful in silence. I talk SO MUCH that when I reserve myself a little, it’s kind of refreshing. I like switching up my pattern.
Really … there was every possibility that it might work. Because it could get press. And press often makes things happen. So I just said I was going to do it.
And then my online world began to burn.
It was just a crackle at first. The first complaints came through, and they basically all said, “But aren’t you giving in? Aren’t you letting the trolls and abusers win?”
I understood those feelings. But I thought about it, and the answer I came up with was no, for the following reasons.
1. It was 24 hours, after which everything would continue exactly as before. It is IMPOSSIBLE for a few people voluntarily not tweeting for 24 hours to break feminism or the internet. Call it dumb, if you want. Call it pointless. Say it’s the wrong approach. All valid things to say. BUT IT WILL NOT BREAK FEMINISM. Feminism is not a piece of delicate porcelain. It runs deep in the bone and the blood. And the internet is like an ocean, and this ripple will be swallowed up by the movements and the waves. Being silent forever, or for an extended time, that would be bad. But being silent for a short, specific time could potentially amplify a message.
2. There is no point in second-guessing what trolls think or feel about “winning.” Charlie Sheen thought he was “winning.” It’s a mistake to think you can know what anyone else thinks of anything. And I don’t care what trolls are feeling.
To judge by their actions, trolls may feel like they win all the time because they never change their approach. They have a consistent behavioral pattern, with no learning curve. To me, trolls are like the raccoons that occasionally take up residence at my family home and poop on the porch. I never sit and think, “But how to the raccoons feel when pooping on the porch? Do they think they have won the porch? Are they laughing at me?” I think, “How do we deal with the raccoons pooping on the porch?” Their state of mind in the pooping process is irrelevant to me.
Trolls, while human, do their trolling on a lower level of processing. Therefore, I don’t engage with it in the same nuanced way I would engage with another human interaction. I just don’t care how they feel about what I do or what they do. My only concern is doing something effective. This was a new idea, different from the usual, so worth a try. I mean, for the raccoons we tried dried coyote urine. That seemed weird too.
Also, Twittersilence was never about dealing with the trolls personally. It was about trying to get Twitter to put an abuse button on in a more obvious place, and to have a more effective policy. And for me, the greater goal was to have a big discussion about online stalking and abuse, because, like I’ve mentioned, I have a friend dealing with this right now. What the trolls thought of it make zero difference to me, and would make zero difference in the end, because we’d all come back the next day and the circle of life would continue unbroken.
But I understood this comment. It made sense to say it. I’m just telling you my conclusions on that question.
Not wanting to be silent for a day was and is TOTALLY VALID. There were loads of good arguments being made against doing the Twittersilence. I was for both sides, and was really just happy that we were all discussing it. Because in many ways, it had already done its job! It was getting attention and discussion! I didn’t care if I was on the right or wrong side of this particular fence, because I was in the right YARD—that yard being the Yard Where Something Gets Done About This Problem.
It was all well and good, and then, things got … kind of dark. The comments took on a different feel. One pervasive comment was that people who participated in the silence were self-important bores. There was SO MUCH of this. “Who do you think you are?” “How dare you just sit there and … not say anything.”
Here are a few comments. (I’ve removed the names from the tweets just because it seems prudent to do so.)
Enjoying the #twittersilence and the lack of self-righteous feminist tweets today. Now can we arrange a boycott from Beliebers tomorrow?
They deserve to be raped if they break their twitter silence. Kidding :-)
Today has been more like the Twitter of old. We should get the cretinous part of Twitter to be silent more often.
Let’s all pretend to be unnerved by the liberal #twittersilence, so they continue it.
Make every day #twittersilence day, you Weiner-loving slutbags.
That’s just a sample that I skimmed right off the top. There were also pieces like this.
Making fun of twittersilence became a really easy way of making fun of feminism, making fun of the way people choose to make statements.
Then there were the comments that people who participated in the silence were privileged. Certainly this is true of many, but no one can say what percentage of people doing it were privileged, and to what degree privileged. I think it could also be said that many of the people NOT participating were just as privileged. I saw lots of very privileged people talking about how they weren’t doing it. I could practically SMELL THE MONOCLES of some of the people handing out some of the heaviest criticisms. It is possible that even participating in this debate is a kind of privilege-off.
But the one that got to me in the worst way was that I was abusing my power and making people feel marginalized because if I did something, my followers would think they had to do it too and I was triggering feelings of disempowerment and abuse.
This one pretty much did me in. It made me feel like some kind of ULTIMATE HEEL.
First, I was like, “I have power?”
I’m not being all humblebraggy here—it was a genuine question. But okay, let’s say I do. I know I have a lot of followers, all of whom I LOVE. This was really emotional for me. It was deeply upsetting (and even a little frightening) to me to think that anyone had the impression that I could remove their free agency. The statement, “I feel disempowered because you are doing something that I don’t like” is one of the most problematic I’ve ever come across. It worried me to no end.
People said they were being triggered by being told to be silent, but no one was being told to be anything. And this is SO CRITICAL. NO ONE HAS THIS KIND OF POWER OVER YOU. No one. ESPECIALLY no one talking on the internet. DO NOT GIVE AWAY YOUR AGENCY. If you want to follow something I say, follow this: DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS BEST. YOU ARE THE BOSS OF YOU.
I appreciated that people who liked me might be influenced by what I do, but the thing is? I might do things you don’t like. DON’T DO THEM. Other people may do things you don’t like. DON’T DO THEM. This is something that will come up in life and it just has to be faced. The internet can make these messages seem like big banners, I know. So we have to learn, together, how to mental work around these kinds of problems.
And, for the record, I had ZERO bad feelings about people who didn’t want to participate! ZERO! I wanted to do it, but what anyone else did was and is totally up to them! We don’t all need to do the same things. We can disagree on how to approach a problem and still be on the same side. We can even be on different sides entirely.
There were so many raw feelings, I felt like I was tightroping on an exposed nerve just to talk about it. And talk about it I did, for about three hours, trying to answer every concerned comment. I worried myself half-sick and wondered why people thought it was going to bring the world down, and why they thought I could tell them what to do, or that ANYONE online could tell them what to do. I hated that people felt hurt, and all because I was doing a day of silence? It felt like the whole situation was sliding out of hand.
The internet has a way of making some things seem REALLY REALLY BIG AND PROBLEMATIC, even when they might not be. In my mind, I had gone from holding my peaceful candle at the vigil to RUNNING DOWN THE STREET WITH MY CANDLE, lighting my hair on fire, taking refuge in overturned wagons and boxes. I picked up my own personal trolls, who started making multiple accounts to harass me. After about three hours of this barrage, I became, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, really weary of being online. I actually felt like I needed the 24 hour break.
I was down. But not out. Being the kind of person I am, it made me want to DOUBLE DOWN. Now I was REALLY going to do it. As soon as I’m told I can’t do something, I run toward it! I WAS GOING TO BE SO SILENT. LIKE A NINJA. This is my nature.
I guess what bothered me was that I seemed not be permitted this choice. In some ways, people were trying to silence me from … my silence. It bothered me that so many people were using this an excuse to hate on feminism. And it made me mad that so many people were telling me I was doing feminism wrong. I felt a “[BLEEP] you!” burbling in the back of my throat. I had a solid case for doing what I was doing. I had thought it over. I’d made my decision.
And what about my background? No one actually knows my story, why I may be doing this. Why is my choice to do this thing—this thing I’ve really thought about—not okay?
Again! This was me mentally addressing people who were sending me some hardcore vitriol, not the people just debating the subject in a helpful way.
It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to try things. I make mistakes daily. It’s important to do so. Whether Twittersilence was wrong or not—still don’t know. Results are not in. But it did not hurt anything. I absolutely refute the idea that it did damage, that people were silenced. There is a world of difference between being silenced and choosing of your own free will to participate in what is essentially a vigil.
To the many awesome people who spoke against it and gave legitimate concerns—that was awesome! Overall, I still think it’s a good idea, even with the hassle it’s caused. We are all TALKING.
But if I want to go silent and hold my candle, I’m going to do it. If I want to EAT my candle, I’m going to do it.
And also, when I go silent, it doesn’t mean I’m backing down. It usually means I’ve gone to get a BIGGER STICK.
I love you guys. Let’s go get the trolls together.
PS. I never said I would be Tumblr silent. lol!
From Andrew Slack:
"Happy Esther Day! Three years ago, John Green told Esther Earl that he was making her birthday a holiday. He asked her what she wanted people to do on Esther Day. Her response, ‘I want people to tell their friends and family that they love them.’
Esther didn’t have long to live. In fact, she died just a few weeks after the first Esther Day. But her spirit lives on in a very real and tangible way. And Esther Day is one of those ways. Please celebrate this fourth Esther Day by remembering: you will not be in this body forever. Please tell the people in your life that you love them. Please tell them today.”