You see, I had wrongly thought that Mensa would be free from perverts. It wasn't. They just got smarter. The emails I got danced along the line between acceptable and wrong, burrowing their way into my head while making me doubt whether I had the right to protest.
In the end, I did. And I blocked them all.
Of course, my email is available in the back of every book I write. But hey, at least that means they're buying it.