It would be easy, therefore, for me to manipulate them, to manipulate you. There is an assumption, a kind of naive trust or blind faith, that what is written in the first person, in a context known for being factual, can be taken on face value. The public are, for want of a better word, gullible, especially when experience has conditioned them to have certain expectations. The connection that she imagined we had was based on an illusion or at least an idea in her own head, rather than any living person. Whatever she thought she knew about me she had garnered from here, from my writing. She moved to my city, and for what? For a phantom, perhaps. There have been many occasions that I have been solicited for a meeting through this website, and one of these women – for they are almost always women – began to stalk me. Have you ever wondered if what I write here is true? If the face I present to the public is genuine? Isn’t it possible that everything I appear to reveal about myself and my life is fiction? It could be the case, for example, that I am not English, nor even a man.
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