He’s 18, posed as a girl on Facebook, got guys to
send him nude pics, then blackmailed them into sex. Wow.
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Special from guest blogger Mark S. King
We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen, for the Most Resourceful Internet Predator of 2009 (first quarter, mind you!). As sure as Heath Ledger’s name will be announced on Oscar night, 18-year-old Anthony Stand’s name will be announced at the Internet’s 2009 Predator of the Year award.
According to police reports (click here for news story), Anthony posed as a girl online on the popular social networking site Facebook, and then sweet talked his way into convincing other young men to send naked photos and videos of themselves au fragrant. Ever ambitious, Anthony didn’t stop there. His fake online creation then instructed the impassioned targets to meet “her” male friend Anthony for sexual services, else “she” would expose their incriminating files to the world on the internet. More than a dozen complied, which is quite a haul for a deceitful Casanova in his first year of legal age.
My mind boggles with a confusing mixture of alarm, envy and adoring admiration. Never mind that the internet is synonymous with “fake,” “hoax,” and “click here to earn thousands through a non-existent beta test.” These guys sent explicit pictures to an unverified source!
It is me, or are pictures of our private junk as casually traded as baseball cards and hacking coughs? Twenty years ago, I let a guy take naughty pictures of me. For weeks I was fraught with anxiety – what would become of them? Who might see them? After a tearful freak-out the photographer turned over the prints and negatives, which I smuggled home under the spare tire in my trunk and then chopped them up into bitty pieces and burned them in my fireplace under a watchful eye.
Today, you better have shirtless pics in your profile, but even that may not warrant a date without private pictures at the ready that expose regions never meant for a Polaroid camera or a bright, unforgiving flash.
But Anthony the Great did it all without subjecting himself to pictorial exposure. I figured I had foiled the efforts of fakes like him when I discovered web cam sites, where you interact live with others through their cam.
There I would sit, naked and happily engaging in my favorite pastime with Rolf from Berlin, say, until it occurred to me that clever hacks could upload continuous video loops of another naked man to replace their actual camming selves. (“Why is Rolf scratching that same spot on his thigh in the same way every fifty seconds or so,” I would muse as I beamed my naked noodle to Berlin. “Oh. My. God!”).
Less surprising is Anthony’s talent for inhabiting the persona of a straight guy’s dreamboat. Just make her slutty and willing to accommodate his every adolescent desire. Don’t for a minute doubt the ability of a gay man to appeal, however anonymously, to a straight dude’s baser instincts. We are your unfettered sexual underbelly, my brothers.
And we know you like the palm of your hand.
Author Mark S. King’s latest video blog addresses the death of his sex pig lifestyle. He says he really means it this time.
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