Privacy Policy & Confidentiality Agreement

Who we are

Our website address is: https://satori.live.

What personal data we collect and why we collect it

Comments

When visitors leave comments on the site we collect the data shown in the comments form, and also the visitor’s IP address and browser user agent string to help spam detection.

An anonymised string created from your e-mail address (also called a hash) may be provided to the Gravatar service to see if you are using it. The Gravatar service Privacy Policy is available here: https://automattic.com/privacy/. After approval of your comment, your profile picture is visible to the public in the context of your comment.

Media

If you upload images to the website, you should avoid uploading images with embedded location data (EXIF GPS) included. Visitors to the website can download and extract any location data from images on the website.

Contact forms

Cookies

If you leave a comment on our site you may opt in to saving your name, e-mail address and website in cookies. These are for your convenience so that you do not have to fill in your details again when you leave another comment. These cookies will last for one year.

If you have an account and you log in to this site, we will set a temporary cookie to determine if your browser accepts cookies. This cookie contains no personal data and is discarded when you close your browser.

When you log in, we will also set up several cookies to save your login information and your screen display choices. Login cookies last for two days, and screen options cookies last for a year. If you select “Remember Me”, your login will persist for two weeks. If you log out of your account, the login cookies will be removed.

If you edit or publish an article, an additional cookie will be saved in your browser. This cookie includes no personal data and simply indicates the post ID of the article you just edited. It expires after 1 day.

Embedded content from other websites

Articles on this site may include embedded content (e.g. videos, images, articles, etc.). Embedded content from other websites behaves in the exact same way as if the visitor has visited the other website.

These websites may collect data about you, use cookies, embed additional third-party tracking, and monitor your interaction with that embedded content, including tracking your interaction with the embedded content if you have an account and are logged in to that website.

Analytics

Who we share your data with

How long we retain your data

If you leave a comment, the comment and its metadata are retained indefinitely. This is so we can recognise and approve any follow-up comments automatically instead of holding them in a moderation queue.

For users that register on our website (if any), we also store the personal information they provide in their user profile. All users can see, edit, or delete their personal information at any time (except they cannot change their username). Website administrators can also see and edit that information.

What rights you have over your data

If you have an account on this site, or have left comments, you can request to receive an exported file of the personal data we hold about you, including any data you have provided to us. You can also request that we erase any personal data we hold about you. This does not include any data we are obliged to keep for administrative, legal, or security purposes.

Where we send your data

Visitor comments may be checked through an automated spam detection service.


Confidentiality Agreement

All content is for individual viewing purposes only and not to be redistributed or used for any other purposes. Please understand the implications of the risks I am taking in order to share this side of me with you – it is a leap of faith I am taking. I know once it’s out it cannot be taken back, and one day my son may see it.

Please, don’t share it beyond this site. I beg you – being of Chinese descent, sharing material of this sort is taboo and forbidden. Hell, people are fascinated by the mere monopoly of black clothing in my wardrobe – nevermind my fancy of rock and metal music and subculture and disinterest in finance and management alike in favour of psychiatry and psychology. Much less the atypical, almost confusing preference for the unorthodox and curious – I recall this being seen by others as a reason to outcast, humiliate and make fun of me around grade 2, 4, 5 and 6. Nevermind my long frowned-upon appreciation for exhibitionism, body modification, BDSM and the likes…

In hindsight, I have discovered a newfound sense of admiration and respect for the girl who played into the role rather well – the nomadic, rebellious, mischievously smart clown that doubled as a vigilante for the bullied and outcast. And then, I try to remember and believe that that girl is me, and I was that girl. And yet I don’t have that same sense of respect for me. I try to pretend that I feel a sense of new found pride, as I pretend that I believe that that girl is me. I was that girl.

But then my heart falls into what feels like a bottomless pit whilst the corners of my lips return to their sunken and sullen default. I don’t know why I bother to pretend anymore. I plaster a smile on my face and do what I can to act alright. Whatever alright is. Anyways, I am already a reject. The aforementioned is simply a rough overview of a few factors – all mundane and imo ordinary.

My fondness for things “unfamiliar” to the “general population” made me the perfect scapegoat for every behaviour deemed unacceptable. Even if I was outcasted, excluded, bullied etc. Even if I was nowhere near the scene of the “crime”, I must have been the one who had led their children astray. I cannot recall why, but I vaguely recall a “popular” boy whom I had formed a genuine understanding and connection with who had recoiled and avoided me like the plague when ridiculed by the “mean girls” – I believe it was because the leader of their posse fancied the boy. I don’t remember,  or maybe I refuse to recall and experience the ever familiar pang of rejection – but to be given the same treatment by one’s own family seems to be a rather plausible explanation for the years of emotional attachment to follow.

I was blessed to have found people whom I could call friends, one of which I still consider a friend. But shortly after I had learned the meaning of what I assume to be joy, I was abruptly and forcefully banished. I was, amidst an academic year, cast to isolation in the company of my mother for half a year in San Fransisco. I was, at the age of 12, deprived of education, social interaction, and autonomy.

I was blessed for my mother to abandon her own life and selflessly escape with me so I could be saved. Only now, am I experiencing the tsunami of emotion and suppressed feelings from then – this is one of many incidents others would refer to as traumatic that were simply accepted as is in the years to follow.

I would very much like to pursue a professional career, and so I would be beyond grateful if you would graciously bestow this courtesy of confidentiality upon me and grant me the luxury to explore my forbidden fantasies through this safe space so I can continue to share with you this side of me that is condemned to be a dirty secret should I wish to remain in my family’s good graces… Let’s keep this a secret between us – thank you