When I was younger, the internet was just starting to get really big, and I still had Dial-Up internet that held the phone lines up.
My Mom always told me not to put my name or photos on the internet. She told me that a rapist would see it, he would find out my address, and that he’d steal me from our home, rape, and kill me.
(Via I Hate My Publicist)
I was a big fan of Ciara back then and my cousin told me that she was born a man. (Does anyone else remember those rumors about her?!) I didn’t believe him and I had to find out for sure. I searched the World Wide Web for my answer but there was nothing believable enough for me. I found her official website that had a page where I could ask her any question that I had for her!
Now, I could ask her if she was really born a man. On the question asking form, I had to fill out my first name. I don’t know why I didn’t just make one up but I didn’t; I used my real name.
I stayed up for nights on end after I sent that question. I feared for one: that Ciara was going to hate me when she read my question but even more so, for two: that a rapist would read my question and he’d be coming to snatch me through the window any minute. I feared this for pretty much my entire childhood and I actually do think this could still happen to me when my man’s at work or something.
Mostly everything I feared as a child I still do to this day: the dark, evil ghosts, drains, various superstitions, rapists, stalkers, murderers etc.
(Challenge #2 / Day #6)