QI’m a bi male in my early 20s who until recently was in the closet. I’ve been exploring my sexuality for the past year; I didn’t want to label myself and open a Pandora’s box of oppression in the American south before I knew who I was for sure. I learned through my exploration that I have a few kinks, and I’ve been acting on those kinks, seeing what I am and am not into. I may have been too trusting, because someone I interacted with decided that he was having none of me. This person took it upon himself to find all the info he could about me, regarding kinks as well as my career and other aspects of my life, and compile it on a website. He then sent links to several of my friends and family members. He never gave an explanation for why he was doing this.
I promise you this, OAU: Everyone in your life who has seen the website where that malicious piece of shit made your private and consensual sexual conduct public—everyone worth keeping in your life—had the same reaction that the American people had to the impeachment of William Jefferson Clinton: “Jesus, I would hate to have my privacy invaded like that.”
You too trusted the wrong person, OAU, and you don’t have anything to say you’re sorry for. Look people in the eye when you speak about it—when you speak briefly about it—then change the subject.
And finally, LACKING: one slap at age 20—one that was instantly regretted, one that the slapper has taken full responsibility for (no bullshit claims that the slappee provoked you)—does not a lifelong abuser make.
