Maybe it was just drunk s**t-talking, maybe it wasn't. At this point I don't really play around with this crap anymore. I locked down my social media for a few days and waited for the aftermath. After a while, I realized that I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between any aftermath of this, versus the crap I experience regularly and went back to public with my profiles. Maybe something happened, maybe something didn't. After so long, all of the harassment blends together into one big ball of s**t, and it becomes impossible to track down the source of a*****e from whence it was squeezed. This particular incident highlights a few things I should spell out.
Sometimes it isn't you at all, you're just caught in the crossfire of some other thing. I was in a year-plus relationship and living with a fairly infamous trans woman game developer at a time when doing so might as well have painted a target on my chest. That brought a completely baffling amount of unwelcome attention, involving characters who clearly harbor some weird continuous boner for me -- well after that relationship ended -- that's lasted for years now.
Pretty sure you're supposed to call a doctor after a few hours for erections like that, but here we are.
I also had a similar experience from a protest campaign, organized to shut down Harlot Media, a website I left a career in tech support to write for. Not only did they get most of our funding and ad revenue shut down, but there were attempts to get us blacklisted from the whole thinkpiece writing scene. That may sound funny to some people, but it's like a band being kicked out of a music festival and then banned from the concept of music.