Why would I post this? Why now? The answer is three-fold.
1.) I do not want this madman to steal my momentum ever again. He managed it last time. He won’t this time.
2.) The police have made it clear that they are either too incompentent or too unwilling to help me with even the most basic portion of this, so I cannot count on them to protect me when he finds me again. My only hope for safety is to make this known, to make the stakes too high for him to show up.
3.) I want my online “presence” to be as raw, direct and pointed as my poetry. Until this point, I’ve been trying to cultivate an image, trying to find a niche, but my niche is bleeding onto the page. That’s what I do. That’s what I’m going to do. I stopped for a long time because of this man, because of this trauma. I’m all done with that. It’s time for me to be me, and if I’m too hard to swallow, people can choke.
Julianne King 