Great article on stalking and the importance of trusting your gut.

shattersnipe: malcontent & rainbows

Trigger warning: predatory behaviour, creepiness, sexual assault.

Yesterday, I read this account of creepy stalking behaviour retold by a woman whose husband had witnessed it first-hand and subsequently described the incident to her in detail. During the course of her husband’s recitation, the woman asked him what she refers to as The Question, capitalised because, once asked, he stopped seeing the creeper as simply being awkward and inappropriate and started seeing him as frightening and potentially dangerous. And as I was reading, something clicked in my head regarding an incident which, approximately sixteen years ago, left me deeply unsettled, and which continues to unsettle me in memory. It’s not a story I’ve ever told more than once or twice, partly because even now, at the age of 26, I find it as difficult to articulate as I did at age 10, but mostly because, up until yesterday, I didn’t know how to…

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New beginings…new posts!

carla franklin new beginnings

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog, primarily due to personal and professional matters on which I’ve been focused over the past year.  Starting today, I look forward to actively writing about my passions and interests, my work in anti-cyberharassment advocacy, and, occasionally, my thoughts on political and social matters.  I am celebrating new friendships…new opportunities…and new beginnings…and look forward to sharing my thoughts with you in the future.  Thanks for visiting my blog!

My Daily Beast Article: Busting a Cyberstalker: How Carla Franklin Fought Back—and Triumphed

In October of 2012, I was honored to have my fight against cyber-harassment covered by the Daily Beast.  I have since become an advocate for improvements in legislation and enforcement of laws already on the books, in regards to online harassment and stalking.

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I remember feeling stunned, then sick. Sitting at my desk at a New York City consulting firm in 2009, I had randomly Googled my name. The jarring result: a series of strange montages on YouTube—all containing snapshots of me, along with the label “whore.” The photos, cobbled together from various corners of the Internet, were shots from a beauty pageant and a few acting jobs I had held in the past, when I was signed with a regional modeling agency. My mind raced. Who hated me this much to post these things? Who would call me a whore?  Read more here…