What should I do? I strongly believe in Creative Commons. I do not mind sharing my pictures, thoughts, messy art and crying scenes with the world. Actually i love to. Its therapeutic. I give and receive so much energy and learn so much about myself through others. It's incredible.There was once a time when we were unable to document and share our moments with such ease. You know, You know the story. It is our freedom, for everything.
But what is a girl to do when she is intentionally harassed by a PROUD to be leech/pervert. and i hate to point you to his world, but its existing for me right now unfortunately, and this blog is well...ME being.
He titled his post "SOLACE in SAD SEX". And he goes on and on about fantasizing, not exclusively about me in this photo (ripped from my flickr page) but about women who are in general, vulnerable. Just read this:
What I think is the big deal is the fact that I like to fantasise of taking the sad nymphets in this world and exploiting their vulnerabilities at the moment that would affect them the least. It would be the one redeeming thing of embracing such a moment. Karma points for me.
I’m not talking about the emo sluts, or the goth dykes, that are in perpetual states of despair. I’m talking about the ones who are getting over a long relationship or in the midst of a long spell of depression.
This lust of mine is not drawn from thin air or from preconceived or contrived media dramas. I’ve been in there before, on both sides. It’s like elixir for the soul and a salve for the body. I walk the streets and drive the roads and I see these women alone or with another and I can hear their silent sobs and smell their dried sobs and tears. Do you know how salty that crap is? It’s pungent to the all the senses. It lingers. You can cover it up, but it’s always there. Forever.
What a writer, huh? The things that irks me is that he could have just used my picture, which he actually did in October. Yeah, he could have just put my sad lil' face on his blog and talked himself through his twisted confession...BUT, today, almost four months after his post, he tried to start some sort of dialogue with me. He posted a comment on my flickr page underneath my caption of "u don't see me" which are meaningful lyrics from A Perfect Circle song called 3 Libras (listen for the violin)
Anyway look!
He could have just left me alone. Left me oblivious. But he didn't. So I am sitting here wondering what this guy expected me to do after his blood thirsty move of pointing me to his sad solace sex post? Did he want a fight? Did he expect me to be flattered? Become his digital crybaby? his future ex-wife?
I don't think so. He can't still believe I am vulnerable (despite last night's cry for Silence, my true love) Yeah and I am still a paradox. I love sharing my sadness. Its helps me grow. BUT does it constitute the same type of energy seeking behavior as showing off my panties? To this guy, it does! So....well, f*ck, I'm confused. Alright, but I'm through.
And evolve already! We are all waiting on you!
Update 1/30/06: He apologized and removed my photo from his blog.
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