Pinned
I was beaten, manhandled and given sexual intimacy before I had the chance to develop a sense of personal boundaries, I was groomed and exploited before I had the chance to decide what I wanted out of online life, I was smeared and exposed before I had the chance to discover the concept of online persona or anonymity. There was a long and painful period of my career where I was trying to ignore it and maintain a clean image, paralyzed with fear and paranoia, and that didn't change until I started being open about it and began to deliberately cultivate an audience and peer group that won't dispose of me.
I'll confess, it's on purpose, I do play it up for the camera, I do occasionally realize that it's been a bit since my last playful public fetishization of grooming and incest and I deliberately fire off some rent-lowering gunshots. I've learned time and time again that there can be no filter, because if someone knows me without knowing all of me, they'll inevitably find out, either because I have stalkers who hope to expose me to them or because I simply cannot exist ingenuinely, and when they find out, it is suddenly my fault for misleading them, leading them on, making their disposal of me needlessly painful.
So fuck it, right? I bark in the voice chat on day one, talk about furry stuff on day two, casually drop mentions of my assault on day three. There can be no privacy, only allies.