Typical of this MyTwitBook generation.
Seriously, I thought this was a joke (kinda like Joaquin Phoenix' music career) but then I found out that was real.
Really how pretentious can a person be to capitalize on a crime that has committed on them? Hate crime or not. You don't see a rape victim showing off her vagina. You don't see a person who has acid thrown in their face parade around like their beautiful. (Divine's character in John Waters' FEMALE TROUBLE is another story.)
Maybe I'm from an older generation but I just don't get it. Years ago, I was hanging out with a female friend. We both were attacked by two guys while they yelled epithets. She got her purse stolen and I was punched several times in the face (the guys caught me off guard asking for a cigarette)
But I didn't take pictures of my injuries and put it online for everyone to see and say "oh poor thing" or ramble about it on my blog or make a video of it and post it on youtube. I did something constructive about it. We found out who those guys were and waited for them after work as they went to their cars. We got our justice alright. Nothing a nice tazer and a 2x4 can't fix.
I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy.