Thursday, the day of the stalker…

There is a tumblr who follows me and occasionally talks to me.  Mostly he wants me talk dirty and tell him fantasies.  Honestly, while I think he is a nice guy, I have no interest in playing that game.

This guy reads my blogs, “likes” them and yet doesn’t seem to understand that I am trying to make my life happier.  And happiness for me doesn’t mean giving some random internet guy the ability to get his rocks off with my voice, my pictures, my whatever.

I understand that my pin-up pictures are basically tasteful porn and that they are sexy and can be used for making fun fantasy.  And honestly, I don’t mind that.  But I don’t want to hear about it.  I don’t want you to talk to me about it.  I am searching for me, not a path toward making someone else feel warm in their crotch.

I can dirty talk with the best of them, but when I start to feel like I have to leave behind the open book I have spent 2 years writing and the email account that all my friends and family have because I don’t want to have “chats” with him, then I feel like a victim.

I am tired of feeling like a victim.