Why stir up bad blood?

Look, I'd love nothing more than to never discuss my dick and whether people may have seen the full monty, but people keep on using that as a way of intimidating me and justifying their decision to tell me to wear male clothes. On that count... people might have liked my sexy jeans, but they didn't really do a huge amount for the trans thing. People saw me as genderfluid, and I think there's been an uptick in people seeing me as wanting to be a woman since I moved to the long skirts. That's not quite true, either. To me, being a woman isn't about having tits and certainly isn't about mangling my dick. That's a rude statement, but c'mon. -

For the Police: I genuinely believe that Owen and Barbara have communicated to me via the porn (yes, really, porn is interactive these days ... bdsmlr and deviantart) that they think that wanking to trans porn = a fetish, and that I should be a man.

Why do I think they know? Because I blabbed about bdsmlr in 2020, and deviantart at some point as well. Perils of mania: oversharing is common, as is a heightened libido. I also think that the SIS has set up some kind of back channel, and that various people have been given access to that. The porn is obviously via pseudonyms, but it felt pretty fucking obvious to me, and it's been going on for a long time (early 2020). At a certain point, enough bizarre coincidences between my real life and the porn occurred that I became fairly convinced that people I really knew were using that format to espouse their agenda about how I should live my life.

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That's what I mean when I say that my life has become a living hell. My sexuality, which isn't exactly normal, became a way of telling people that I wasn't able to part of society until my sick fetish was 'cured.' I might add another point, which is that my dick moving isn't necessarily exposure, and that my dick growing could be happening for various reasons. Arousal is complicated, and this felt like a brute force examination. It felt a hell of a lot like Pervert Park: there wasn't any equipment hooked up to my penis, but there was a clear expectation that I would discuss why I climaxed.

My response was to attempt to ignore it, and then to take my edging up to another level and attempt to deliberately choose which image I came to.

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That particular phase seems to be over, and they seem to think I'm 'cured', but there's still a lot of times where I feel like people are using deviantart to tell me what to do. I wish that they'd just let me into their actual lives and discuss those things via valid methods.

It goes without saying that all of this was highly illegal, and that if I could prove that the people who I think are behind it really were, that I'd have made a formal complaint.

My challenge to my stalkers is this: by only using porn to interact with me, you're keeping your feelings about me tied to this sexual ghetto, and you're denying me the opportunity to prove to you that I'm not insane and that I'm not some sick flasher that's going to take my pants off and show you my dick.