I am a woman.
I am on the net.
I am beautiful, intelligent, witty, charming, seductive, pure, driven, virtuous, entertaining, and graceful. I am your sister, your daughter, your best friend, your wife, your mother, your girlfriend, your lover. I am no one simply because you do not know me by face and voice, but I am everyone by potential. Your fantasies, your dreams, your aspirations, your competition, your enemy, your teacher, your student. I am all or none. And I deserve better than this.
Until I say otherwise I am not a tool for your sexual fantasies. I am not here simply to make you feel attractive as you sit at your computer screen and type lewd suggestions. I am a woman. A person. Not a living breathing cyber-blow-up doll. And I resent that you would reduce me to such an object. Treat me as you would any stranger. Assume nothing, ask politely. Do not think I am here simply for your dreams, any more than I would relegate you to mine.
I believe the internet is a wonderful thing, a tool, a toy, a mystery and child’s play. I love the power it gives me. I can gain a voice here which is defined only as I wish it to be. I can be a man a woman a boy black white green it matters not. This space is mine as I create it. And this empowers me more than 50 pairs of high heels, more than a leather briefcase or a stethoscope ever will. Here I am free to be the person I want to be. The person our society will not let me be simply because I am a woman. Do not tread on this because I will fight you to the bitter end. This space is precious. Every time you press unwanted sexual advanced, comments, pictures, letters, or simply derogatory material upon me you defile a little portion of this space. And you attempt to destroy me and the beauty of my voice, my soul as expressed by a few megs of random data. And having found my voice, I refuse to bow down ever again.
I refuse. And realize that your harmless jokes, your attempts to cull the available from the non-interested with greetings such as “lick lick” are horrific and ugly. They take my attempt to find beauty in this world within my self, and to explore this, and show it off for all the world to see (for I am proud of who I find myself to be) and soil and trample on it.
I see myself as beautiful, like a bride on her wedding day. You turn me into the whore shooting up in the alleyway. You take the anonymity that allows me to be beautiful and use it as a tool to humiliate and degrade. And I refuse to let you do this to my sisters. I refuse to allow you to do this in silence. If you cannot respect me as you would any human being, then at least see how you degrade me and my dreams.
And realize that We as Women and as part of the community defined by the net, abhor this, and look forward to a day when this wonderful thing can be used to eliminate the differences between men and women, races and nations.
Knowledge is a powerful tool. You abuse it, I will grow from it.