10 June 2025: Yes, this abusive nonsense is still continuing. Unbelievable.

UPDATE NEXT DAY (6 June 2025): Today, everything to do with charging and internet connection is working normally again, so yes, I threw out a perfectly fine USB cable and bought a new one because that cable wasn’t broken but I was getting interfered with again. I constantly lost my internet connection and couldn’t charge.

However, today, I noticed the audio cable playing the same game as my USB cables had been doing for about 10 days now – and which he used to do with my CD/DVD drive too – and last night, my big phone lost its charge much too rapidly and was warm.

Been at it most of the day, but predominantly as of 4pm my time (3 pm his).

Yep, looks like his insane obsession with genitals and sex has kicked in again. This time, it’s only the IT version of it.

Wants me to plug into the phone’s USB socket all the time and what not. (I purchased a new cable, because I figured that the cable was broken, but it’s not the cable.)

(I also lose wifi access. It’s just general “fucking around with” the old cow or whatever name he has for me these days because it certainly no longer is “angel, my angel”.)

He used to do this kind of thing in Portsmouth too, a lot, and his keeping of emails signals “no more males for you”. As of my 60th birthday, he started comparing me to a delapidated ruins but he’s referred to this kind of nonsense earlier too. I’m a car that is too old, in his view. (2018)

This is part of the reason why I think he is a so-called incel, that and the fact that he’s done things like throw a cut-up peach onto my patio in Southsea and cut up a container on my kitchen counter at the Kingston Road address. (He also now has a thing with chicken bones, I think? And he’s always had one with cigarettes.)

And then there is the decapitated bird theme, the idea of putting a ring on a bird with an angle grinder, and all the other nonsense, such as the “provider” bullshit.

I sometimes write to the only person in connection with this that I have a name and email address for – except Julie but she is in the US and she likely got played just like Willem and Sibylle and Suzanne and Sabine and random locals in Portsmouth. Do these mails go to that actual person? Are any responses actually coming from that person? I have no idea. He writes things such as that the game is over and that “we all” know what you are now. Sounds bonkers. I have no idea what to make of it.

Will I ever get any straight answers? I doubt it. But I am not too keen on giving up on all my pensions just to be able to be untraceable.

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx3urlXx3nqOdn0TcLA1mJxjYWmCjPcToF?si=3k2ZtbvV7dN09jkL

I’ve been called an angel too, within this type of context, but the problem these days is that you can’t be sure that you’re not dealing with 4chan or the like. In my case, it is an actual hacker and his extensive network.

These days, people can email and call and text from spoofed addresses and phone numbers or set up fake accounts. In my case, someone started pestering me on YouTube from an account that was set up on 13 Feb 2025. The person wanted to make it sound like he or she knew me and said weird things such as that she didn’t want me to be a popsicle. The word “bee” is often used within this context. Bee is urban slang for someone you’re obsessed with, I guess. I googled it again.

“BEE is used to describe a girl and is considered a positive slang term. Bee describes a girl who is a good friend and a good person.”

This, however, is new to me:

“Bee

1. A person of the male gender that is rude and unworthy of a females time.

2. Usually talks in such a way that tries to be ghetto.

3. Someone who does not admit to having a thing with a female until that female kisses another male causing the “bee” to get extrememly furious and declare things are over when really they are not.

4. One who is very immature and thinks he is “the shit”-(amazing and better than the rest)

5. Insecure about himself because he has to lie to get attention.”

It’s so human to want to believe the best of others, but how can we ever be sure of someone else, particularly when it concerns a stranger?

Last night I was thinking to myself that it would be really wonderful to have at least ONE person in my life again that I can trust, that I can rely on. In the past fifteen years or so, there’ve been too many who proved themselves to be untrustworthy. I am also dealing with a lot of people who can’t handle their own bs. Who can’t accept their own, eh, limitations? Fallibility? Mere human nature? Who for example give one word to themselves for something in their own lives that they call something very different when it concerns others, for example. We’re all mere humans, people. (This is about their own feelings of vulnerability, of insecurity. I know that. People who can deal with their own vulnerability are wonderful creatures, in my experience. They emanate a kind of warmth that is rather unique. Very gentle.)

It’s like who was it, Audre Lorde, wrote, I suppose even though it may sound arrogant when I say it. No, not Audre Lorde. Hansberry. Lorraine Hansberry.

After I typed the above, things went quiet again. Could be a coincidence.

But why did this pop up in my stream? (Don’t think you can feed videos in someone else’s stream? Think again!) Is he playing games again? Correction: He’s always playing games, but what are they about?

Maybe he is trying to tell me something. Because Gary very likely didn’t do this. But I haven’t finished watching yet.

I do know that people like “Gary” need advocates and my hacker’s been going on about zero discrimination a few times in the past (which in retrospect may tie in to a potential incel-type angle, but that is only because I dont know what else of make of it).

54:00 in the video: Yes, my hacker used to do that too all the time. Open and close my DVD tray and apparently that too was supposed to stand for sex. He made lots of references that were lost on me for a long time, such as about bags and pens, bags and pens, bags and pens and more bags and pens, and then the pens turned into candy bars. Cashew Crush bars, one time.

Is that 4chan stuff or is that a genuine nutter’s doing? How on earth would I know?

(So far, the video is getting too far-fetched for me, lol. So that was just a freak coincidence, surely. It happens.)

I have learned to loathe and fear hackers. There is no such thing as an ethical hacker. A white hat, that’s a grey hat at best.

If we want to tackle inequality, we also need to find a way to stop hackers – not scammers but just hackers who are fucking around with people for the lulz – from interfering with random people who are merely living their lives.