Proxy is like a condom! But in this case it masks your IP so every time you access through a proxy it gives you a BRAND NEW IP address but it also masks the incoming URL so you can’t block it!
These are the words of a sexual terrorist, a rapist. These guys know that’s what they’re doing. They call it “raep.” This threat is in my spam queue with all the others.
My ISP took my site down. There is too much traffic.
They are investigating.
I have six years of my feminist life in my site. I built it with my own blood, sweat, tears, hours and hours, days, weeks, thousands of hours of building, laboring over the text, the words, the images, the women. I paid for all of it myself. I taught myself every step of the way– taught myself html, taught myself how to design and maintain a website, how to moderate boards. I found links to websites which preserved the lives and work of feminist women many have never heard of, even though these women are still living. I posted those links on my site to preserve our herstory as women. The banner at the top of my site is from a photo of a quilt my 20 year old daughter created when she was 17 in response to the book Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. This was my site and I loved it, and I still love it, and I am so, so proud of it. Many, many other women have loved it, too. We created community there, bridging cultures, nations, ethnicities, diverse backgrounds, lifestyles, beliefs. We made relationships with one another, some of which became real life relationships.
I feel so broken-hearted. I feel devastated. I feel, and have been, and still am, terrorized. Nothing will ever be the same for me.
Women, we have to rise up. We are terrorized in our homes, we are terrorized in the streets, everywhere in our world. And we are terrorized on the internet. We have to care about, and save, our own lives. We’ve got to build something different for our own sake, for the sake of the women we love, for the sake of the great river of women which came before us, women who gave all they could and had to make a better world for us, their daughters, to inhabit. We have to build for the sake of our baby girls and our granddaughters, and all women, men, children, animals, growing things, all life, for the whole planet.
Help me build. I’m getting old, and I swear I won’t go down without giving my last breath, whatever I have left, to building a world that is inhabitable for all people, and especially for girls and women.
I’m so sorry. I tried so hard.
We’ll be back. But you know, what has been taken from us can never be restored. It can’t be made right. It is really serious.