That was actually my first thought when I realized a twitter "friend" was in fact some random person's alter ego and not real at all.
As it turned out he was not gay or multiracial. He was simply the black man below bored with his "straight" life and looking for fun. What he didn't realize was that his fun was our real lives and we are all bruised now for his entertainment.
Having said all of that I will tell you what people who know me the most do not know. I'll spare you the juicy story about a guy I dated for six months who turned out to be using a fake identity and was a wanted felon. I will instead tell you my secrets as promised.
When I was 14 my mother drank the heaviest or maybe I noticed it the most. Being my first year of high school I couldn't really deal with it so I would lock my room door and go into AOL chatrooms to find fun things to talk about. While in one I met a friend named, "creepo". He was hilarious and we would stay up all night telling each other stories about home and school friends. I didn't hold any punches, with "creepo" I was me. I could even laugh about how my mom was on wine bottle number three and would be hitting the floor soon. Off and on through life we talked for 12 years always on AIM or through emails. It was one of the best friendships I've ever had. We shared real thoughts and experiences. We never lost touch no matter where life took us. He was my secret pleasure! No one else knew that I confessed my worst sins and best pleasures to a complete stranger. A little while ago after going through a really bad breakup I kind of cocooned myself into the internet. I regularly checked my facebook and of course created a twitter account. There is always an option to search for people by email so I searched for a few people that I hadn't heard from in a while. "creepo" was one of these. The first account that came up was for a 19 year old bisexual female. I knew this couldn't be right because there was no way a 7 year old could have kept up with my 14 year old conversation. The next one was a picture of a girl my age that I had seen in a few of creepo's photos. This one disturbed me because when I clicked on her pictures I expected to see him. I didn't. I saw some guy who looked nothing like all of the pictures I had seen before. I sat there trying to justify it all by telling myself that this guy was no where near as attractive as creepo so obviously creepo was insecure about his looks and had used the cute guys pics. I am always straight forward so I sent an email and explained how I had seen these pictures. I told him I didn't understand why he thought that was necessary.
When I got a reply to my email my mind literally couldn't compute it all. You probably guessed, creepo was the girl. She sent me this long emotional email about how she was sorry and needed to get help. I felt mentally molested. I felt like she stole my experiences that I would have gladly given her had she said she was a girl. For 12 years I had been telling my everything to a person who never existed.
i was telling my world to her :^/
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