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This is why I rarely stop by here anymore.



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Recently this has been a more comfortable place to post.
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However, I admit I was pleased when a new writer confessed to me recently that she didn't feel AH is a safe space.
Nowhere in the adult world, out on the internet, is a safe space.
. . .nobody should have to suffer sexual harassment - it is quite irrelevant what context you are in. I edit for a lot of guys and OK, I sometimes flirt a bit by mutual agreement, but my focus is on getting their writing sorted. Can you imagine what any of them would say if I started asking for nude pictures?
Although rules against harassment are important, they can often just drive it underground. I believe the best way to combat harassment is to encourage the people it happens to, to tell them their uncomfortable feelings are spot-on, that they can get good editorial support without having to give up naked pictures, for Chrissake, and they should just tell jerks like that to F*ck Off.

Believing someone can track you down in the real world via a bulletin board forum. Virtually impossible. I say virtually only because there are those out there in internetland who will freely give out their personal information, which is completely idiotic.
I'm bright and a bit of a fanatic about anonymity. I take it seriously and I'm knowledgeable about how information leaks. I'll tell you two true stories.
One of my friends - I met her via Lit - got curious about who I was, and got tired of only knowing a first name and a region. (To be blunt, in those days she was crushing on me). I talked to her often but was extremely careful. But I mentioned, at one point, the *first name* of a friend and which school she'd recently attended.
The first name was not all that unusual, but it turned only only one person with that name had graduated from that school in the last few years. Now she had a first and last name, a general location and my first name. Given facebook, that was enough to out me.
A number of years ago, I was active on another site and as part of a running joke I gave fairly regular weather reports for my area. Not highly detailed, mostly precipitation. I also had a hardcore stalker. She watched weather maps and did a process of elimination scheme which I later found out had eventually narrowed me down to a three town area. She was deeply persistent and I think very lucky, but the reality is her scheme was working. Someone finally tipped me off about her and I don't think she had enough to identify me, but it was as creepy and psychotic an experience as I've ever wanted.
But the reality is, if you interact with people, information gets out. Someone willing to put in the effort and collate it will eventually get what they want. To be successfully anonymous you have to lie about your name, age, friends names and work. If you're lying about all that there's not a lot of reason to interact at all.
Now add the possibility of a site getting hacked. Maybe you've only given sensitive information to trusted friends in PMs... but if they get hacked, what happens?
You'd think people would have learned from Ashley Madison, but people don't learn. If you are online and anonymous, your anonymity will eventually be breached if someone is persistent and patient enough. You can use Tor to your heart's content - the problem isn't technological lapses, it's your own mouth and fingers.
And there you have exactly what I was talking about...you gave yourself away
I did, but that's my point. People do.
Hacking lit just gives up IP addresses and times, right? Hm, your ip says you live in Stoneham, ma. Except wait, you posted from chicago in July and October, 3 days each. Hm, on the dates of a defense contractor convention there. You mentioned electronics twice in your stories... I just got a real good guess where you work. In a pm you mentioned your pos ford got in a fender bender yesterday, but you can't afford to repair this week...
Now I'm in your parking lot at work, watching you get out of a dented up 2001 ford with fresh exposed metal. Oh look, you have a lone star state bumper sticker and two of your stories were set in Texas twenty years ago.
All I had was access to Lit, but you write pro-gay stories, and my father came out of the closet and deserted my family when I was 8... Now you car's on fire, and wait until you see what I've got planned tomorrow, father fucker.
Far fetched? Sure. Possible? Yes. Luck and patience are all it takes.
