People who don't know, and don't care, how offensive and abusive they are.

September 1, 2014

I guess it was March of 2010 that the elements that eventually formed the conglomerate began to sexually harass me, making nonstop references to my vagina.

What they seemed incapable of understanding was that, whether the references were meant to be derogatory, such as implying that my vagina was dirty, wet and smelly, or meant to be flattering, they were all equally offensive references.  YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEXUALLY HARASS PEOPLE, AND THOSE REFERENCES ARE SEXUAL HARASSMENT.

(I am writing this from the lobby of the Pine Street Inn. A few tables away from me is the staff person, Lily; I have mentioned her before as being someone who frequently, sexually harasses me with loud coughing.  She just harassed me again, giving coughs that I'm sure could be heard in the adjacent part of the lobby.  The door to the office is in this room, and open, and I'm sure that her harassment of me was audible to everyone in the office.)

After several weeks of being called dirty and smelly, fish, cheese and yogurt, and all variations of those things, and of my screaming "Stop," Leonardo DiCaprio had what he seemed to have thought was the debonair idea of calling my vagina, with which he was entirely unacquainted, "Paradise."

I have no idea what he thought would happen when he did that.  He did not seem to realize, or to care, that what I was saying was "STOP TALKING ABOUT MY VAGINA," not "Find a way to talk about my vagina that I'll like, and then I won't be angry."

(Someone at the Pine Street Inn is coughing loudly.  Lily has moved from the room; I don't know if she is coughing, or if it's someone who followed her example.)

Many things were created by other people because of Mr. DiCaprio's implication that he thought my vagina might be paradisiacal; all of those things are offensive.

(A male worker at the Pine Street Inn has entered the garden since I walked into it a few minutes ago, and is sweeping near me.)

The only way that Mr. DiCaprio has ever gotten acquainted with my vagina is from the SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL videos filmed of me.

(the Pine Street Inn worker has walked past me with the broom again)

(a female guest of the Pine Street Inn just coughed at me)

It seems to me that my rejection of Mr. DiCaprio in 2010 is the reason that he started calling me a slut.  His calling me a slut, and many other people doing the same thing for hateful reasons of their own, has led to everything that has happened to me since he got the rejection he deserved, including the worst of the voyeuristic videotaping.

The SICK, SADISTIC, ILLEGAL videos of me are the closest he'll ever get to my vagina; that's a guarantee.

I don't even know how long people were following me around with cameras, secretly videotaping me,  before I knew anything about it.  Probably, it was happening for years, although not in bathrooms, before the conglomerate formed and started officially sexually harassing me in 2010.  I also don't know how long my phone, e-mail, bank account, and every other part of my life have been hacked.

LEONARDO DICAPRIO DECIDING THAT HE MIGHT WANT TO DATE ME IS ONE OF THE WORST THINGS THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.  I would call it the worst thing that has ever happened to me, with Ben Affleck's deciding the same thing an increasingly close second, except that it was President Obama's decision to join the harassment in 2010 that created the misogynist, child-abusing, dissent-persecuting, money-worshipping scourge upon humanity that is now in its fourth year and counting.


Copyright L. Kochman, September 1, 2014 @ 9:09 a.m.