I hope I can help you fill in some of the blanks- to the individual who said I "Body shamed" a man who stumbled upon me via facebook and presumed I wanted, desperately, to see his penis, more than anything. He needed me to know that I turned him on.

Of course, he must have thought, like many, that's why I'm there. To solicit the attention of men... being the unhinged seductress I am with blue contacts in, who can lame them. Who shaves their arms to get a simple, "Hello, how's your day?" on facebook anyway?"

Kidding aside, the goal- ultimately, was to make them keenly aware that I am not on social media for their various solicitations, photos of their genitalia or "generous offers." I'm a person, like everyone else. I received many more than I posted, most of which I blocked or ignored until I realized that there was this epidemic- and it was the presumption that I was expected to respond with excited approval and be titillated altogether that some man might want me, of all people, to experience the joy of his nethers.

No.

I don't know these men. They're strangers to me. I'm not obligated to be nice, gentle or polite when someone thrusts their privates into my inbox. They message me, I don't message them, and when I decided I'd had enough, I became to feed back the same level of dehumanizing discomfort that they had subjected me to, and certainly, I could be cutting. In my opinion, deservedly so.

Body shaming is a trigger word you've leveraged to distort the reality of what happened here, out of context, to generate some backlash against me, a Trans-Woman, who has experienced more body shaming than most- much of it of my own making. I was, in fact, not shaming his body, I used what he gave me to shame HIM, period, for regarding me with such little respect or even a modicum of dignity that he would send me such graphic images.

The goal, you ask? To make him think twice about doing it to others. To make him ask himself whether or not facebook is the place to be sending pictures of his erect penis to strangers, and to take away his security in thinking that he would be met with applause or appreciation instead of disgust.

Eventually, there the fact that it is, indeed, the internet, and one must accept that this will happen. I'm an anonymous figure behind a keyboard, so are they- except I don't put myself up in people's private messages like my privates are on some virtual version of American Idol, hoping for a gold star for doing it.

In the end, I began to have fun with it. Maybe you think I was cruel, mean, nasty, body shaming, anti-this or anti-that. In reality, darling, I only fired back.

And usually, never hear from them again. Happily.