As Ms. Gomez's Twitter attests, the double standard for those protected by wealth versus those whom the wealthy can criminally victimize with impunity is intact and in full force 9 years after the conglomerate coalesced around sexually harassing me in 2010.
Translation: Her obsession with Justin Bieber is of vital, international importance. She is a proud survivor of the loss of first love; no matter how many years she spends whining about it, her fans are there to support her every step of the way. I, as everyone who's part of the conglomerate knows, am a slut, even though I was a virgin until I was 27, haven't had sex since I was 29, and haven't so much as kissed anyone since the conglomerate started persecuting me in 2010. I am 45.
Nobody who has participated in victim-blaming and slut-shaming me year after year is criticizing her for abusing me and the public which finances her lifestyle, or for her ongoing display of having no tolerance for years of attempts by Justin Bieber to move on with his life. During all of those years, and during the time when they were dating, there hasn't been a day when my past hasn't been exploited by advertisers, celebrities, professional writers, corporations, the media, politicians, and everyone else who has been shown or who has heard about letters and emails that I sent in private to people whom I was emotionally attached to and whom I have had no contact with for a decade or for decades. I've been called everything there is to call someone, mostly along the lines of "psycho" and "nymphomaniac," although I never threatened to hurt anyone and almost never alluded to sexual activity in anything that I ever wrote to anyone in the midst of my miserable young adulthood.
My sad and painful past has also been exploited by the conglomerate as another excuse for criminally victimizing me, as if I had escaped punishment for being heartbroken and it's the conglomerate's job to administer that punishment by filming me in bathrooms and everywhere else that it can for the rest of my life.
Perhaps Ms. Gomez is especially irked because Mr. Bieber hasn't stopped hitting on me for the year that he's been married to Hailey Baldwin, or since his official wedding to Mrs. Bieber on September 30, 2019. Although I voiced many reservations about the Bieber-Baldwin engagement and marriage, I did not hit on Mr. Bieber, flirt with him or encourage his behavior toward me during that time. Although he and everyone else who prefers to interpret my actions according to the filter that they think absolves them of responsibility would disagree, I haven't flirted with him since it was clear to me that neither he nor anyone else who knew that I was telling the truth about hidden, illegal cameras in my last apartment was going to substantiate my reports to authorities who could have stopped the retaliatory eviction case brought against me for objecting to voyeurism in that apartnent. That was almost 3 years ago.
I also haven't Google-searched either of the newlyweds since the day after their wedding. I haven't even listened to his music at my hacked phone; not one song. I have done everything that can be done to stay out of "their way."
I'll now answer Justin Bieber's Tweets and Instagram, all of which I have ignored for weeks. He is free to offer corrections if I misinterpret something.
No. It is horrible to have people watching me from hidden, illegal cameras in my bedroom and everywhere else in my apartment, and I try not to think about how many people are doing that. Apparently neither you nor anyone else has noticed or cares how much difficulty I have sleeping in this apartment by contrast to the last two apartments, from 2013 to 2014 and from 2016 to 2017, where I took medication to sleep so I wouldn't be driven insane by being so violated.
Is this all you're going to do to inform Congress that I'm telling the truth?
No, I don't want to marry you. If our situations were reversed, would you want to marry me? Do you ever think about that? Do you ever stop denying that what I say about how I feel is really how I feel?
I haven't heard this song. Didn't you write it so that I would hate it?
You published that picture at Instagram two days ago. Apparently, the many times that I have told you that you shouldn't use pictures of your girlfriend-fiancee-wife as code for me are as unheeded as everything else that you have the privilege of ignoring.
In addition to humiliating her, you and everyone else who has used me as the excuse for your relationship problems for years never seem to consider that, although exploiting me protects you from guilt and from tabloid and Internet frenzy about actual affairs that you might otherwise have and gives you an outlet for your conflicts without you having to address those conflicts, it only makes my life worse. Everyone blames me; nobody blames you. It is safe for you; it is terrible for me.
Also, I doubt that you realize how menacing your pose is in that picture. I'm sure that you think you're being atttactive. You are the product of an industry that promotes violence as an inextricable part of male sexuality.
Here's your wife's Instagram:
Marrying you means that she can publish pictures of herself in her underwear without being slut-shamed and without having to worry that she'll be targeted for voyeurism and involuntary pornography everywhere that anyone can put a hidden, illegal camera. It is much less hazardous in that regard to date or marry a celebrity than to reject one; not that fear of you was her motivation for marrying you. As I have said before, I never even had a boyfriend take a picture of me in my underwear; nobody would have dared to ask me for such a thing. I have never consented to any of the intimate images that have been filmed of me; they are all crimes.
Who knows what you're saying to each other in the privacy which the conglomerate is turning into a privilege to be bought rather than a human right to be respected?
Isn't she hitting on Charlie Puth again?
These are Google search results for "Justin Bieber" today:
It is a guarantee that no celebrity from this trapezoid has to worry about being filmed in the bathroom or any other abuse which they nonchalantly inflict every day on people who aren't wealthy and who can't stop them.
