About a year ago, something like what this woman describes appears to have happened to me too. All over North End – along Kingston Road between my address and Kingston Crescent and possibly also along London Road – ethnic men started recognizing me. They looked at me with a strange smiley expectation, as if they were expecting some kind of boundary-crossing behavior from me.
I also got a strange amused look from a young white woman who recognized me. I remember a white man who recognized me too and the look he gave me wasn’t pleasant but as if I had done something somewhat repulsive.
At around the same time, I’d received some kind of invitation, if I recall correctly.
It took me a while to realize that deepfake porn being circulated was the only thing that seemed to be able to explain what was going on.
I wrote about it online then. If I recall correctly, this was at the time that sharing deepfake porn became a crime too. So I added this information.
It all stopped then.
I wasn’t haunted by it as I’d never seen any images. This kind of thing, it’s just what Portsmouth is like anyway.
Watch the video. Here we have it again. This need to have control and power over a woman, supposedly a stranger.
The man who told Helen Mort about the deepfakes is likely the one who created them. Occam’s razor. Just like Ann Moulds’ tormentor was the “helpful” “supportive” guy. These guys often want to observe the effect of their handiwork up close.
