I posted on Facebook about a friend of mine dying, and Dominic Poon texted, "I'm so glad you were able to make this all about you. LOL. I didn't have the guts to say it"

I thought Dominic was a friend of mine. We've seen lot of art together. Eaten a lot of food. I know his partner very well. So, I texted Dom. It took me half hour to write the text... I didn't want to be angry. I just wanted to say three things: that I saw the comment he had sent, that it really made me feel bad, and that I'd be open to hear an apology.

Instead, Dominic yelled at me. He felt justified. It was "just an observation". His opinions are valid. He should be lauded because he had the restraint not to post negatively on my Facebook wall. He says it was a private conversation. And Dominic threatened to cut-and-paste other conversations to my family and friends.

Friends told me to ignore Dominic. He lifts weights a lot, and when he's cycling on steroids he is prone to be angry. Well, I'm sorry - I can't let "roid rage" be an excuse for his cruelty.

Dominic knew what he was doing when he sent me that text: he wanted to hurt me as much as he could. He added, "I'm just getting a lot of messages like this." I said that sounded like a high school girl saying, "EVERYONE thinks you are UGLY and they ALL told me." Facebook is also like that.

I remember coming back from a high school church camp. My friends were all standing around in a circle, so I came up behind my best friend. But then I overheard they were all talking about me, how stupid I was, and what dumb things I had said that weekend. I remember walking into the middle of the circle. My friends stopped talking, and I didn't say anything. But the strange thing is, I don't remember what happened next. I don't remember stepping out of that circle, and I don't think I ever did.