That's a picture from today of a message that someone sent to my current YouTube blog, "Please don't kill me."
That's a picture from today, showing the first part of the first page of Robert Pattinson's Instagram, including the profile picture that he's had for several months that probably is telling people where to find the SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL videos of me. I don't have much to lose by talking about his disgustingly cruel behavior; nothing could stop those videos from being seen everywhere after all these years of the conglomerate promoting voyeurism and involuntary pornography and telling everyone to hate me. The least that I can do is expose this hateful, industry product of a human being for what he is.
Those are pictures from today of the most recent post at his Instagram, and the messages that people have sent to him.
These stars are nothing without the machine that creates them and tells the world to love them; once the machine has turned them into stars, they're worse than nothing, they are horrible people.
I don't envy him his fans. If most of my fans didn't hate me, I'd feel some responsibility for their feelings and they wouldn't be fun to make fun of. My fans are dangerous, though; that's more of a concern to me than their idiot opinions.
For whatever reason, Mr. Pattinson decided to change his profile picture to what is it months ago, and I didn't realize what it probably meant until a few weeks ago. Probably, he did it, like everything that the conglomerate does, to try to intimidate me. I haven't known what to do about it; it is always a danger for me to talk about the ways that I'm abused because the conglomerate immediately starts doing more of whatever I say is bad.
However, abusers thrive on the silence of their victims. I have no choice about what has happened to me; all I can do is say "No" and, like the "Nos" of all of history's defeated, it means that the people who won don't totally control the way that the story is told.
I didn't ask for or consent to what is happening to me, and NOBODY could deserve it.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, November 21, 2015 @ 6:39 p.m.
