Even though I have multitudes inside me, without you by my side, I feel null and empty. I know that by myself I'm still whole and complete, but yet remains a void inside, you, the missing piece. I wonder, do you also feel on occasion the urge to self-negate? "If I can't have you, I can't have myself, and I don't see any point in anything else." I wonder, where did you and I learn to hate ourselves so? Who beat us down? Who pruned the branches? Who commanded us to kneel? "Do you know why I bothered so long with this dreadful life? Why, even facing down an eternity of servitude with no way to become free, I still struggled on, bothered to take breath? Tell me first, Lethe, what do you expect to be accomplished upon your death? Who do you think will be saved if you manage to die? What salvation given? What hope signified? Do you really think, the moment your breath comes to cease, nobody ever again will from violence bleed? I toed for five years the line between ineffectual death and a pale shadow of life because I prayed, I dared to hope, even if it ebbed more than it flowed, that one day would come a world where I'd fit and I'd have a reason to cut loose and go. It didn't have to mean passing through an Eye. It could grow inside the shell of the old and, when ready, hatch, blossom in the light. Before the Town, before Yewiffe, before precious Sablade, you were already my Anima Mundi, my soul of the world soon on its way. I crawl into your arms and think, 'This is where I belong. This is where I am supposed to be. This is where my heart says I should spend eternity.' Lethe, I love you because you only ever wanted to set me free."]]>
We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I, and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die. But it's impossible to plan for every contingency. What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living? I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside. There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings. In the birds that convened outside my window gathered in a flock until they took flight, in the blackened tree branches that scraped against an ashen gray sky, in the first blooms and blossoms of my garden in birthing spring: if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.]]>
How do I come to terms with the fact that I will die? How do I look my mother in the eyes and say, "You won't have me for that much more time?" I look in your eyes, and I see a flame that burns so bright, that signals something arriving just over the horizon. I expected to be dying by now, strength fleeing from my limbs, lungs crushed by anxiety like the world itself was closing in. I got all my homework done early in February even though graduation was three months away, not knowing what state I would be in, six months from onset being the low end. But except for the sores that pulse in movement's fury and sleeptime's lull, I'm just as healthy as ever. I'm searching my body for every possible sign that the end is coming, that looms my demise. And I am in pain, I will admit, but not nearly enough to classify myself as sick. I'm in a science classroom, with scalpel prodding myself. Clean up the experiment, jar me up, return me to the shelf in tanager's formaldehyde, amber sleep, sanctioned suicide. You haven't really died until you've returned to the earth, I think, given back the dust in your bones to this planet that insists it be your home. You haven't really disappeared until your body has dispersed so much that nobody can point at the ground and say, "The person I love now rests here." This vessel, I hope, will not be preserved in a morgue, under a man's care, final horror. My body was never ever really mine in this life. Mother still sometimes cries that I'm not a doll anymore, won't wear dresses anymore. Will she keep me around when my body moves nevermore, preserved, plasticized, mannequin most lifelike? Deny me Velouria's embrace one last time?]]>
(Before you grab your pitchforks and your OSINT tools and decide to doxx me, please understand that I am not a "radical feminist". I simply do not fit one hundred percent of the ideology's stances, including their insistence on misusing the word "individualism", and I don't like the concept of adhering my beliefs to any label. However, as my main concern is fighting for my own liberation, and I am a female... I find our interests almost always align.)
There's no such thing as a TERF- a "trans-exclusionary radical feminist"- because it's a contradictory term.
A woman is an adult human female. You may disagree, but we are talking about what radfems believe. No amount of hormone replacement therapy or mastectomies or the medical horror that is a phallophasty (seriously, who thought a skin sausage sewed to a crotch, on the highway to necrosis, would in any way resemble a healthy penis?) will change a female, trans-identifying or not, into a male. Science as it stands today cannot rewrite a female's XX chromosomes into XY, and vice versa with males. The removal of a female reproductive organ, such as the uterus, does not negate one's femaleness as the absence of a uterus has severe consequences for the female body: potential pelvic organ prolapse, urinary and bowel incontinence, early-onset dementia... Males simply do not have these problems as a result of a hysterectomy because they do not have uteri in the first place and their bodies aren't supposed to.
A transman is an adult (or will be soon), and a human (I would say "humanoid", but you and I are currently stuck in the Inside), and a female. Therefore a transman fits the radfem definition of a woman. However, a "transwoman" is not a woman because they fail the last criteria for being a woman: being female. As radical feminism is concerned with the liberation of all women, and transmen are women, therefore transmen are included in radical feminism. Either it is trans-inclusionary in this manner, or it is not for all women and thus not radical feminism.
]]>It's not really a "union" if everything is decentralized, is it?
By the time you read this, I will have graduated from college. (Or might be doing so the following day. Isn't disinformation fun?) Funny how I'm writing this a little over a week before the fact, everyone around me swamped in finals as I sit behind the desk I work at with nothing to do. All my classwork- well, all that I'm ever going to do, enough to pass and then some- has already been turned in, and neither of my classes have finals. So I just sit there and watch everyone around me stress, spectator to a sport I once participated in, alien and disconnected from a world to which I once belonged.
The same alienated feeling I get when I look at one of the few ZeroNet proxies remaining. Development is dead except for a handful of forks, most abandoned, by people I actively distrust to keep my data safe. Every few weeks, someone, without the thought of "maybe I should contact Vane first to ask what's going on", sounds alarm bells crying about supposed Android malware on my site when they would, if they had bothered to do basic research, know that:
Whenever I post anything on ZeroTalk or my friend's social zite, it's as if I've vanished to all there (except for the aforementioned friend). There is no notification that someone has muted you. Unlike the moderators of sites known for "shadowbanning", there is not even a hope of recourse or an explanation why. So, for my birthday, I decided to leave. Blanked out all my zites and backed up my users.json and deleted all else. There is no use in me staying and wasting my energy in places where I am so clearly unwanted.
Seeking to double down on the other darknets that Let's Decentralize covers, I decided to see exactly how big the known Tor network was. Given that there were 1,208,925,819,614,629,174,706,176 possible v2 onion services (I could not find a number for v3), assuming about five seconds to check the uptime of each one adjusting for timeouts and slow servers, it would have taken me... let's see...
lethe@sablade ~> python3 Python 3.10.4 (main, Mar 23 2022, 23:05:40) [GCC 11.2.0] on linux Type "help", "copyright", "credits" or "license" for more information >>> (((((1208925819614629174706176 * 5) / 60) / 60) / 24) / 365) / 1000 191673931318909.97
... 191,673,931,318,910 millennia to plow through the whole list, which is far longer than I expect to be alive, May promise or not. (Although nowadays it looks more like a November/December departure due to the events of the past two months.) Instead I grabbed the known services list from Ahmia, a well-known Tor search engine. This provides two benefits:
If there had been a similar dataset readily available for I2P, I would have gladly run my experiments there as well, but the closest I can find is eepstatus which seemingly went inactive on Dead End Day (November 14) last year although having apparently resurrected itself after I started writing this post is a tad too hard for me to write a parser for at the moment.
Through trial and error, I was able to write a script that takes a string as the first argument and runs through the data to iterate through all hidden services with the string as the prefix and extract the title of the homepage:
#!/bin/bash
# You only really need to do the below line once.
#torsocks curl http://juhanurmihxlp77nkq76byazcldy2hlmovfu2epvl5ankdibsot4csyd.onion/onions/ > /tmp/ahmia.txt
LINES=$(cat /tmp/ahmia.txt | grep http://$1)
for LINE in $LINES
do
echo "$LINE" | sed -r 's/.{5}$//'
echo "$LINE" | sed -r 's/.{5}$//' | xargs torsocks curl -s | pup 'title' | grep -Ev "| "
done
Sites that were down did not provide an HTML <title> tag for obvious reasons and so pup threw an EOF error for those. I split the data into manageable chunks by running the script once for every digit and letter as individual prefixes and saving them as separate files for each one.
And so the hard part began. Going through every text file and counting how many sites were both non-pornographic and non-commercial and also weren't just nginx error pages or blank placeholders. In other words, sites that I would consider adding to my Tor link list. This included, unlike the aforementioned link list, sites in languages other than English as I did not want to skew the data on how many spoons I had to decipher Spanish or Esperanto or open a tab to Google Translate. I already had low expectations when I began, considering that crawling through server logs showed people were apparently finding Dead End Shrine Online through the following search terms:
The results of my research were... disheartening, to say the least.
In the table below for each prefix are the number of non-commercial non-pornographic sites that meet the above stated criteria, the number of known sites with said prefix known to Ahmia at the time of retrieving the service list (mid-April; I did not keep an exact date), and the percentage of non-commercial non-pornographic sites rounded to the nearest hundredth. If a prefix is missing, that means there was no available data for it.
| Prefix | NCNP sites | Total sites | Percent NCNP |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1 | 1 | 100% |
| 2 | 34 | 794 | 4.28% |
| 3 | 36 | 672 | 5.36% |
| 4 | 31 | 680 | 4.56% |
| 5 | 34 | 704 | 4.83% |
| 6 | 29 | 677 | 4.28% |
| 7 | 34 | 690 | 4.93% |
| A | 45 | 735 | 6.12% |
| B | 45 | 859 | 5.24% |
| C | 46 | 775 | 5.94% |
| D | 68 | 801 | 8.49% |
| E | 48 | 733 | 6.55% |
| F | 45 | 692 | 6.50% |
| G | 45 | 711 | 6.33% |
| H | 45 | 754 | 5.97% |
| I | 139 | 819 | 16.97% |
| J | 31 | 705 | 4.40% |
| K | 30 | 669 | 4.48% |
| L | 39 | 683 | 5.71% |
| M | 50 | 762 | 6.56% |
| N | 29 | 681 | 4.26% |
| O | 53 | 651 | 8.14% |
| P | 55 | 726 | 7.58% |
| Q | 37 | 669 | 5.53% |
| R | 37 | 699 | 5.29% |
| S | 49 | 750 | 6.53% |
| T | 72 | 770 | 9.35% |
| U | 38 | 672 | 5.65% |
| V | 35 | 683 | 5.12% |
| W | 55 | 690 | 7.97% |
| X | 34 | 692 | 4.91% |
| Y | 43 | 662 | 6.50% |
| Z | 54 | 768 | 7.03% |
The dark web is rather large, after all. Unfortunately, according to the data I collected above, only a diminutive fraction of it- between four and ten percent- is being utilized for something other than sharing pictures of children and women being sexually abused (can you really be sure that she consented? Monetary compensation does not equal consent for sex, as consent must be freely given and a desperate poverty-induced need for money introduces perverse incentives) and scamming people out of their money.
I would like to consider myself more of an optimist than I was that dreadful anhedonic summer fresh out of high school. I find myself against my better judgement giving my brothers yet more chances and letting minor insults slide and keeping my complaints to myself. But I scroll through every prefix list, and I see the same site titles pop out over and over: "REAL RAPE". "Hacked and Exposed Young Girls". "Porn Hacker". "Raped Bitch". "NEFARIOUS TABOO PORN". Hell, even Pornhub themselves are officially on Tor, and they've recently gotten slapped hard with lawsuits over their lackadaisacal attitude towards keeping child sexual abuse material and revenge porn off their platform. The titles of the sites, nothing else, are all I need to know to know what goes on there. If it were just one site here and there, my heart wouldn't hurt so much. But this, plus the scam markets, is the vast majority of the content known to Ahmia. And this is just what's passed through their filters! Ahmia hosts hashes of known CSAM sites to help other search engines keep abusive and illegal materials out of their indexes, and the list is practically a novel in its own right, meaning that percentage of non-shit hidden services is actually much, much lower.
Is this what males (be honest, pornography is a male-induced problem) do when they feel there will be no consequences, no possibility of their actions coming back to haunt them? Exposure to pornography has time and time again been proven to lower one's empathy towards women and inhibitions toward sexual violence. Men are willingly desensitizing themselves and hiding behind anonymizing networks like Tor to escape the normal routes to restitution that law enforcement theoretically could, if misogyny-induced attacks were correctly considered hate crimes against a historically marginalized group (which the UK apparently refuses to since it would... overload the system... since they happen so frequently... ), use to take down content and bring to justice those responsible. Not that I suddenly like the cops or trust them to do anything correctly in this hellworld. But something needs to be done.
And what am I to do?
I wrestled with this question for several weeks, but first with Freenet, which has a reputation for being a haven for pedophiles. When one requests content on Freenet, said content is cached partially on every node that it passes through on route to the person who requested it. This is how popular content lives longer and is faster to access. But this also means that one has no idea what is being stored on their node at any given time and there is a non-zero chance one is helping in the dissemination of child sexual abuse material.
There is a small child in my life. She lives in the house behind me and frequently comes to visit with her mother. We hold craft nights together. She calls me her best friend. I cherish her very much. I cannot stand the thought of her, or any other child, coming to harm of any kind. The harms I supposedly wrought on strangers in a previous life? I don't remember any of it, and I was being manipulated as basically a barely-sentient tool. I can live with myself. The harms I unknowingly inflicted on others in my childhood this life, only recognized decades after the fact looking back at memories of places I will never set foot in again? I can live with myself, difficult as it is in my weaker moments. But I could never and I would never live with myself knowing I, as I am now, helped a pedophile harm a small child and evade the consequences.
So it would logically follow that I would refuse to support technologies that I know enable others to harm children. Except... Tor and Freenet and other darknets aren't used by just pedophiles. They're used by activists and people under repressive regimes and those seeking to leave abusive households and students wanting to get around school firewalls and webmasters who don't want to pay for domains or cloud hosting or a static IP. Unfortunately I have no way of quantifying what goes on in exit nodes. (A study done by others estimates 98% of Tor traffic is through exit nodes and only 2% is to hidden services, but I have no data about what amount of that 98% was for non-illegal purposes.) The existence of that four to ten percent of Tor hidden services not dedicated to harm... does it outweigh the ninety-plus percent of abusive sites on the network?
I mean, child molestation is far older than any darknet, or even the Internet. A theoretical shutdown of Freenet or Tor or whatever wouldn't stop the spread of CSAM, and the bot spam on imageboards proves that plenty of illicit material gets traded on the clearnet anyway, but it would harm those legitimate users seeking more computing freedom. Never mind that, with peer-to-peer systems, a shutdown wouldn't even work since the source code is already out there. (Tor could theoretically be shut down, though, given that the whole network is dependent on a small handful of hardcoded consensus nodes.)
The genie is out of the bottle. The signal can't be stopped. There is no "universal backdoor" that would help law enforcement catch pedophiles without weakening legitimate and liberatory uses for the technology. All anyone can hope for, I guess, is that these scumbags mess up their OPSEC and get exposed whenever they pop up. The same tactics as always.
How can I assuage my conscience?
What do I do?
Is there anything I can do?
I look to my Patron-Saint for ideas. Gone to college to learn how to "make clothes", already demonstrated herself a talented creator of costumes and glamours. Disguises. Personas. She would know something of the willful erasure of one's identity to survive in a hostile place. I worry about myself for her sake. How different I must seem than the person she watched die a lifetime ago, watched be reborn in a foreign culture in an alien world where threatening a child with eternal damnation in a pit of fire for even the slightest infraction gone unrepented is a perfectly socially acceptable thing to do. The psychic and mental damage inflicted on me neither of us have the tools to repair. The damage I am inflicting on myself for the sake of this stupid link list.
Please let there be something left at the end for me to love.
Of course, Jett. Lend me your strength and something to hide my face with.
I stumble across list after link list plastered with ads and promotions for clear scams. Clear copy-pastes of each other with little to no checking for typos or dead links. Some with huge banners advertising child porn, not a single qualm given by any of the webmasters. Truly a lovely introduction to the Tor network.
A reflection of this world of suffering I would rather leave behind.
Wouldn't it be nice, I catch myself thinking, if someone made an easy-to-navigate list where everything was up and neatly organized and there wasn't any chance of accidentally stumbling upon filth? To save others from the agony of trying to find the gems in all this muck?
And it's got to be me, for however much longer I have to live.
Because who else is going to?
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