(Before you get on my case about posting a twitter link, if I just posted that direct link the onebox would have shown those two last words of that sentence uncensored and that would most likely set off a filter deleting this comment plus maybe giving me a several day long ban)
This is A True Story.
Hung out a few times with a friend of a friend who constantly stared at my chest. It was infuriating, and made me more than uncomfortable. I hated it when he was brought along by a friend we really liked, but, hey. We couldn’t tell our friend whom he could and couldn’t bring to concerts, etc.
Once I actually had warning that we’d see him. The night before I saw him for what turned out to be the last time, I formulated a plan. I told my BF about his endless staring, and he got mad. Then I told him my idea, and he laughed, and said it was great.
When the guy showed up, he stared as usual, and I checked to see if my BF noticed. Oh, he noticed, allright! He was clenching his jaw and one fist.
I put my plan into action.
I STARED at the guy – a few inches below his belt buckle.
To my joy, he began to squirm, looking around nervously, putting his hands in his pockets and taking them back out, his hands shook, and his air of anxiety increased by the second. I caught my BF’s eye, and he was stifling laughter.
I stared like that whenever he was standing up, the entire time he was there. His reactions remained the same.
I just hope he learned his lesson.
I posted the above tale to my Loforo blog. It got the following comment, and my reply’s included in the screengrab:
He neither reposted nor liked my post, BTW.
Good on them; that’s exactly what my alma mater did with Bill Cosby after it came out that he’s a serial rapist. They also renamed the communications center which used to bear his name.
What an evil bastard. “Treatment provider” and “consensual sexual relationship” aren’t concepts that fit in the same sentence. At least not without some bridging words in between, like “…is in no fucking way compatible with…” I’m glad to read the woman’s attorney called that out.
So dude is a mostly useless hypocrite; surprise, surprise.
Wow, some folks have a really low bar for heroism.
Meanwhile, Julie Frymeye was just doing her job and deserves no particular credit for saving someone’s life, apparently.
I hope people keep pointing out that if Julie Frymeye was in some kitchen somewhere, BJ Thompson might have died.
I don’t condone using these weapons against anyone, but I am morbidly curious what actions we might see, legally speaking, if people were cranking out deepfake AI porn of male senators and judges.