I've been writing Twenty Four At Heart for less than a year. I've already had some pretty amazing, positive, experiences as a result. I've learned a lot and I've enjoyed myself tremendously in the process. I've come to know a lot of fabulous people I never would have met otherwise.
My biggest regret so far, is
posting about PT yesterday simply the lack of time I have to devote to this endeavor. I wish I had more time to read other people's blogs and more time to write my own. However, I have to devote myself to my recovery first and it consumes an inordinate amount of my time.
The time suck of my recovery is something most of you understand.
Last August, I got my first Internet Pervert Communication. I refer to it as my IPC. It was before any of my posts on the gender gap or sex related topics. Pervert went away, and that was the end of him.
I've been writing about sex ever since. I keep trying to get him to come back but he never has.
A few weeks ago, I got my first "hate mail." Or should I say, I got my first hate email? I don't know why I found it so shocking, but I did.
I'd like to point out it was not from The Torturer. (No, he saved all his hate up for the text messages he was sending me from Las Vegas last night.)
Wouldn't you think he'd have better things to do in Vegas than read Twenty Four At Heart?
Anyway … back to previously scheduled programming.
For my readers who are new to the Internet world, we refer to "haters" as trolls.
I've never had my own troll before.
This particular troll, by the way, is not a local reader. My troll is from Utah. I also have many very nice readers in Utah.
I read the email and then I re-read it. In case I misunderstood what I was reading, I read it one more time. Don't get me wrong, it isn't like it devastated me. I was, however, floored by the intensity of anger and hatred. Then I became curious as to what must be going on inside the person who wrote it.
Logically, of course, I fully understand if I choose to put my writing on the Internet I'm opening myself up for criticism, misunderstanding, dislike, being beaten by The Torturer and whatever else. I know that. I'm still surprised anyone reads what I write in the first place. It's astounding to me to realize someone would not only read what I write, but decide after one visit here that I'm worth the time and energy to compose and send a hateful email to.
It wasn't even a controversial post.
I mean, I would understand if someone objected to me making fun of a thrust counting cock ring. Or if, perhaps, they were appalled my kid was walking around near-blind while I was unaware of his need for glasses.
If my writing upsets a reader … why not just move on?
Was the hatred even really about me, or my writing? Or was I just an excuse for this person to unleash some anger?
What makes a person into a hater?