For several months over the past year, I shut off my smartphone.

I was homeless; my third bout of homelessness since 2011.  In total, I have been homeless for 6 of the past 8 years.

I bought a flip phone.  I did not film videos talking to hackers.  I did not flirt with anyone.  I continued to publish blog pages asking that someone who knew that I was telling the truth about the voyeurism and involuntary pornography criminally victimizing innocent, unsuspecting people in restrooms, locker rooms and showers throughout the Boston area do something to stop these crimes.

Not one person did, and nobody who didn't know but who read my constant requests for help about this situation tried to have my reports investigated.

It doesn't matter what I do.

It doesn't matter what I say.

It doesn't matter what I wear.

It doesn't matter if I'm homeless or not.

It doesn't matter if I'm working or not.

It doesn't matter if I'm nice or harsh.

It doesn't matter if I'm funny or grave.

I have been dehumanized every day since the conglomerate coalesced around sexually harassing me and started attacking human rights in 2010.  Two terms of a Democratic President and one term of a Republican President haven't changed that dehumanization.  9 years of world events haven't changed it.  Another incarnation of the women's movement has stopped most of the sexual harassment, embarrassed some prominent people, gotten some women elected to Congress, and provided the entertainment industry with a few more insincere and hypocritical quotes to accompany its magazine covers and photo shoots, while voyeurism and involuntary pornography have proliferated, permanently damaging Americans that all of the powerful people yelling at each other every day claim to care so much about.