So I get these threats to rape and kill me and my mother from my “father” on Ask this morning. I immediately suspected some bored kid in another country as opposed to the sickos in Arizona or anyone else I may’ve known or know now. I wasn’t scared because words are just words. If someone came to my door, that’d be different, and then yes, I would defend myself in any way I had to. 

I said: Both my parents are dead. So a ghost is going to kill me, then have sex with my dead mother? 

I didn’t share these on Facebook, of course. Definitely Facebook-friendly, LOL. Then they said they didn’t know that, was sorry, but fuck me anyway. Then they asked where I lived and said they’d fly to me and fuck me. 

Ok, so maybe the smartest thing would’ve been to ignore them and not indulge them in any way, but when I think back to how I lost half a year of my life and many thousands of dollars after being falsely accused that no one should lose that kind of time and money to even if they’d been guilty as hell, I couldn’t just keep quiet and do nothing. 

For a while there after getting fucked over like I did in Arizona, I was afraid to even breathe, let alone fight back or simply speak my mind. Sick of being society’s little puppet and feeling like I was losing myself after a while, I eventually crawled out of my scared little shell. That didn’t stop us from fleeing the state when we could, though. Hey, we’re talking about a corrupt cop involved in that case with a lot more power and weapons than we would ever have and we knew my eventual vindication would piss the shit out of them. We felt like sitting ducks and we couldn’t stay there anyway because Tom lost his job and our expenses were insane. There were two of us and many of them, the laws treated whites like shit there, and did we really want to pay any more taxes to a state that could screw me over the way it did? We decided we definitely didn’t want that or to take any foolish risks unnecessarily. But we did want a climate change. Well, we got it even though we picked the wrong one for starters. 

The point is that God has always, always protected my perps. It’s always, always been ok to fuck over Jodi, but if Jodi even thinks evil thoughts about you, she’s in big trouble. Well, fuck Him and His double standards! I knew damn well nothing would happen to the person, whose whereabouts are in Tirana, Albania’s City Hall, but I couldn’t just smile and sit back silently either. So, not knowing how to flag them from that account, I did so from my secret account (or supposed secret account) and contacted Ask directly as well. They recommended I call the police cuz they only have to give user data to Latvian authorities, which is where they’re based. 

Brilliant advice, Ask! So other countries are supposed to call their cops and have them do what? Be totally useless to them because you are? 

No wonder the US’s hands were tied in that bullying case Andy told me about. I was able to determine they were in Albania cuz they linked to my blog from Ask. If many people linked in at the same time, then I probably wouldn’t be able to figure it out, but since they were the only ones in from there today, it was obvious. 

Ask did delete some of their questions, which stopped as soon as I mentioned their location, so they probably got scared off, or Ask blocked their IP. Maybe if anything good came of it, I helped someone else. To me, threats are just words, but others may find them very scary. 

Mark my words, though, if trouble ever does go beyond words and materialize at our door, I WILL fight back. And I won’t care how black you may be and how much the laws are prone to side with you. Not even if you’re an authority figure or might have once been till you abused that position of power. 

Later… 

I’ve posted 1987 through most of 1993 and will slow it down to posting 1 or 2 months a day so I don’t drive anyone crazy with overposting on Prosebox. There will be several books in all once I’m done sometime this spring or summer at the latest. My New England book is done. My Phoenix, Arizona book has 6 more years to go. Then my Maricopa, Arizona book which will cover the early 2000s will be next, followed by my Oregon book which will cover the mid-2000s, then my California book which will cover 2007 to the summer of 2013 when we moved in here. Then I also have my bio and a short story, along with my current day-to-day eVents. 

The “bored kid,” who’s got to be at least 18 if they work at City Hall, has backed off. I guess Ask either blocked them or they got freaked out by my knowing their whereabouts even though they came at me anonymously. Or tried to. Who knows, though, maybe they were a dirty old man. 

Had some heavy bleeding last night. I guess I just had to get 2 periods in 1 to make up for skipping last month. So much for thinking menopause was setting in. 

Although they don’t make a big production out of it and are quiet, which I appreciate, where could two old people possibly have to go twice a day by 1pm? They (or maybe just Bob) takes off between 9-10am, returns an hour or two later, parks in the carport, then leaves again within the hour for another hour or two. In fact, I just heard what I think was two doors close, so they both just left. Yup, I see them pulling onto the street now. No one else around here has budged yet today. 

The night before last I dreamt that Nane surprised me with a call. I knew it was her even though she didn’t say her name. We bought an old dump in the country and harbored a killer in our old Phoenix home in last night’s dreams. 

It was amazingly quiet yesterday and it’s been that way so far today too, even though it’s still early. Meeting people here hasn’t been as easy as I thought it’d be, and while I still prefer to stick to the home front and do my own thing most of the time, I haven’t given up. It’s just not one of those things you can plan or make happen. But I’m putting myself in a position that won’t stop it either.