You were looking on a sex site when you saw someone you thought you recognized perhaps you paused, perhaps you saved the page, going back to check that you were right.
Full of rage that a pervert, a whore, should be walking the same streets as you, you resolved something must be done. After all you were simply looking, and if you had met one of those women they would not walk with their heads held high, they would know better than to live somewhere nice, they would be properly ashamed of who and what they were.
Using the tools of the web you discovered this person wrote, wrote of her life, and like the dirty prostitute she was posted pictures, pictures that anyone normal would have been ashamed of. Pictures you could steal and use to show the world who and what she really was.
And I keep wondering, did you read a single word? In your hate and rage and desire to hurt did you stop for a moment to see what came with the pictures? I honestly cannot believe you did. Over 2 years two people had written from the heart, of life, love, sex, death. There were posts on watching a loved one die, on recovery from rape. There were comments from a group that had become online friends, arguments, challenges and an overriding desire to do no harm.
In the words above the pictures you stole, I wrote of hating my body and loving it, of my submission, of my ever growing happiness. Could anyone read those words and think, I shall destroy this happiness and still sleep soundly at night?
That place we had created is now gone, destroyed by your hate, a place that was more than a blog, somewhere between a series of love letters and a manifesto.
I have been afraid to leave the house, and spent hours weeping.
But, you know what? Whoever you are…I walk out of the house with my head held high, I sleep at night, I am surrounded by love, I am still here and proud of who and what I am.
Can you say the same?