I haven’t done an update on this in a while, so this might be long and kinda convoluted. But… I feel I need to. So, here goes.
1) A few weeks ago, I got to see Lucy Hale’s tits. And some other things, mostly pictures involving Rose McGowan. Pretty wild stuff.
Back then, upon seeing Lucy’s screed about how the leaker can “kiss her ass”, I thought about replying with this:
@lucyhale Gladly.
@lucyhale Lucy- you DO know who leaked those Emma Watson pics, right? And the McKayla nudes? And the Paris Hilton sex tape?
@lucyhale Yeah, that was me, too. I was the guy who put that tape on Kazaa and eMule and the other P2P networks. Yeah, ME. Fucking KEK.
@lucyhale You guys should have chosen your collective boyfriend more carefully. Oh well, we’ll just see this through to the end, one way or another.
Yeah, so… that was a little dark, I thought, and not at all appropriate for a message that was to be posted a few days before Christmas. So, I nixed the creepy threats and just went with “Gladly.”
I’m glad I did.
But, the point remains. It’s kind of crazy that my girlfriends are so fond of me, considering my history and inclinations. I guess that they chalk all of that up to me being “quirky” or something, but IDK. If I was them, would I trust me? I think. I guess.
I hope.
And yeah, I really was that guy regarding the Paris tape. I was the guy who took that video out of the underground and onto the P2P networks, complete with carefully chosen tags and descriptions designed to garner the broadest possible audience and the maximum amount of exposure from client searches. That one fateful act that morning arguably snowballed into the craziness that we see around us today with leaks and stolen pics and all that.
And of course, I made sure of my infamy that morning by checking, more than once, for the existence of the tape on the P2P networks before I started seeding it. I’m sure it wasn’t there.
That isn’t to say that things would be that different today had I not leaked the tape. TBH, if I hadn’t done it, someone else would have. And it certainly didn’t take long after my initial share for my file to get copied and clipped by others, so that there were dozens of different versions of it floating around of various sizes and qualities (and even some from different sources, I think), with the smaller sized files soon overtaking my own offering in popularity.
Man, though. Those were crazy times, weren’t they? And so long ago. Another reason I didn’t tweet that bit to Lucy is because I’m not sure she’d fully grasp it’s significance.
That really was a long time ago. Things are different now. Mostly.
Shades of Zoey Deutch, here.
2) I’m not sure of what to think about the Rose McGowan pics that were also leaked that week. I mean, they are interesting, and I’m glad to have them, but… isn’t she married? To somebody else?
Which means that perhaps they should be off-limits to me.
Yeah, I’m still hung up on the whole “Fucking Another Guy’s Wife” thing, which may be much to Rose’s chagrin right now.
I think it’s our different cultures. I still exist very much in the traditional, German ethnic blue-collar Catholic Midwestern culture, my own experiences and attitudes notwithstanding. Where I live, it is verboten to fuck someone else’s wife. It just isn’t done.
Sure, I did that back when I didn’t realize that my fantasies were actually real, and then for some time after that, mostly for revenge purposes and other unusual motivations, but then- I got Taylor Swift. And that changed everything.
Now, I have an obligation to Taylor, and some others. Psychic energy is limited in humans, even for me, so I need to direct it towards myself, and to those that are closest to me- people like Swift, Stewart, Lawrence, Watson, and Moretz, for example. They can benefit most from me, and I can benefit most from them.
Rose has her own husband. It’s with him that she should be concerned, and not with me.
After all, I’m not concerned with her- at all anymore, in any way, if we’re being 100% honest.
This is also why I didn’t touch Casey Wilson after her leaks. ’cause she already has someone, and so do I, and Casey and I don’t know each other at all, so maybe we shouldn’t just casually have sex with each other. Don’t get me wrong, I might collect and share the pics and vids because that’s my hobby, but that’s as far as it will ever go with her, as I’m sure is very clear to her by now.
3) Since the Lucy Hale leak, I’ve wormed my way into an underground invitation-only message board concerning the leaks and the hacking that provided them.
To inform anyone who might be reading this: I haven’t tried to break into any of my girlfriends’ accounts, even on those occasions where I have acquired from others their working email addresses and iCloud usernames. They ARE my girlfriends, after all. And I do want to see them nude, and with my knowledge of them and their pasts I probably could crack some of their accounts if I really wanted to, but… I love them. And they love me. And we trust each other.
Case in point, Aimee Teegarden. Or Scarlett Johansson, back when we were together. And Phoebe Tonkin, as well.
No, Phoebe isn’t a girlfriend, but she is friends with Shelley Hennig and Britt Robertson, who kinda are. So, who knows where a cracked email account from Phoebe could lead me.
And no, if I was to start actively hacking, I wouldn’t be too worried about the FBI. I know what I’m doing with computers and in particular with all of this celeb stuff- I mean, I once got a freaking PDF from one of the original celeb hackers that describes in step-by-step detail everything that must be done to break in and avoid detection. That, and I have a pool of others now that I can ask questions of.
And I’m not stupid. I know very well how to cover my tracks if / when hacking. It’s a matter of knowing when to back out; that’s all. Of knowing when to walk away, so that you never call attention to yourself. I’ve talked with so many successful celebrity hackers over the years that I’ve got it all down pat.
You know… maybe I should just stop here.