HIV & STD risk: When prostitutes, sex workers, and escorts slip up  

Sometimes women who are at risk for HIV and STDS engage in prostitution which is not only female dominated, but homosexual males engage in prostitution too, so it’s always good to be extra careful. A lot of times, sex buyers visit the female workers and male workers at the same time. There are women who engage in sexual acts because their client, or their “trick” does not bring a condom or the sex worker runs out of them. The client will come into the room and say “go ahead just suck it, or lay back and let me just put the tip in, I promise you won’t catch anything.” They will swear up and down they don’t have a disease and that you should just go ahead and do it. Then the prostitute will go ahead and do the act, after the John pulls the money out. 

There is no excuse why the John can’t go to the store or bring his own condom. It only takes a second to run to the store. If the prostitute is in a highly isolated area, then she she has four options. To not be a prostitute, stock up on condoms, do not see clients who don’t bring protection, or go to a different area. I would suggest not being a prostitute at all, but a lot of women wouldn’t take that advice. I still keep a safe distance.

A lot of times, prostitutes will neglect their health to obtain the quick cash that the sex buyer places in front of them. Women in short, and long term relationships also make that mistake, when they fall in love. They can be dating an undercover homosexual for several years and suddenly, out of no where, they just catch a disease. The statistics are very sad. Not only do they hurt themselves, but they also hurt the people around them when they do things like that. I tried to contact Mark Laita, creator of the Youtube docu-series, Soft White Underbelly (a series that brings in millions of views) for an interview concerning this matter, but I did not get a response

This Virginia native, bully and stalker has spent an entire lifetime commiting blue collar crimes and has become a career criminal: This sick predator and his family are still brutally threatening, and harassing me

Tevin J. Brevard a native of Hampton, Virginia (where his family resides), is a career criminal and has mastered the art of blue collar crime and aggravated harrassment. The 29 year old, with a piercing on the left side of his nose, (similar to Tupac Shakur) was taking classes at Thomas Nelson Community College on the Peninsula, while also engaging in criminal activity. He is a convicted felon with dozens of felonies, has a narcissistic personality, and is very arrogant when gossiping to his fellow narcissistic peers about his behavior and what he has done to people. His relatives are also narcissist. 

The snitch and convict has a long history

Brevard has a long history of being in the Virginia criminal justice system. His crimes range from sexual assault to burglary to breaking and entering. In 2011, he was convicted of multiple counts of possession of marijuana. In 2012, he was convicted of breaking and entering, over three counts of larceny and numerous weapons charges. In 2014, he was convicted of over 7 petty larceny charges and also making bomb threats, which he served only a year sentence for at Hampton Roads Regional Jail. On October 25, 2021, he will stand before a judge on counts of 3 possession of a firearm charges. 

Brevard has been stalking and victimizing me via telephone through text and phone calls, and has been stalking me, watching me, and threatening me for several years. He found out where my mother lives, and also sends numerous threatening emails and text from hundreds of fake accounts if he can not find me there. One time, he even sent me a bouquet of roses, and I was still sick to my stomach. I don’t want gifts from stalkers and haters. Instead of using blunt force on me, he will chose a more subtle, nicer, approach by trying to engage in a normal conversation before he attacks. Brevard will often request and try to scam money out of me via cash app or western union. His circle includes prisoners, homosexuals, and women with low self esteem. I am not in his circle. They are gross. I came from a broken home and I suffer from a mental disorder. Their bullying is extremely gross, sickening, inhumane, disgusting, cruel, and unbearable. Brevard has also engaged in homosexual activity while being incarcerated. He willingly works undercover for the feds taking plea deals, and he often snitches on gang members so he can serve a lesser sentence and get out sooner. He is a master con artist, thief, and will set up anyone near him.

I met Brevard riding the HRT bus (a local city bus in the tidewater and Peninsula areas of Virginia) immediately after I was released from Newport News City Jail on a 2nd DWI charge in 2017. His stalking and harassment started soon after. Brevard would bully me, whenever he found me in public or by phone or email. He would say things like “You’re a lame,” ”You’re a tricking bitch” “you better go get my money right now bitch” or the classic phrase “you a hoe”. He even called me fat and I am only 140 lbs. He often made fun about the way I do things, or the way I carry myself saying things like “Why your nails are never done” or “why do you look like that” The aggravated harrassment, threatening phone calls, and cyber bullying has taken place over a course of years, and I received a threat from him October 8th, 2021 via email. My fathers body was found in a river in 2018, and over time, the threats got even worse. Brevard started saying things like “you think this shit is a joke bitch, watch what happen to yo ass”. When questioned, he has also denied any allegations of his harrassment towards me. When Brevard was incarcerated in 2019 for a bomb threat, I sent him a care package. He couldnt recieve money on his “books” because he stated that he owed the jail a massive balance. After realizing that Brevard wasn’t going to stop stalking me, and the way his team of homosexual aquantances (mainly females) started treating me, I wasnt able to keep any food down. I woke up feeling nauseous every morning. This has been going on for 5 years. I started keeping a collection of the threats, until I was able to get a full description of his character. He also admitted to having a mental health disgnosis, and has attempted to contact me several times from the Eastern State (psychiatric) hospital in Williamsburg, Virginia. Sometime around 2017 or 18, he also confessed to being homeless, and having confrontations with women. I understood why, because females in the area are also extremely gross and abusive towards me. Even though I understood his fustration with them, he still continued to treat me like I’m one of those women. Brevard is a very dangerous person and I can not be anywhere near him or his funny circle, or I will lose my life. 

On January, 5th 2022, I stopped in the uptown area of Newport News, Virginia at a 7-eleven store to get gas and I was approached by a random, young, African American male. He offered to pay for my gas and pump it. I accepted. We did not exchange numbers. He drove off in a silver-colored modern SUV. The next afternoon, on January 6,th 2022, Brevard sent five more threatening emails throughout the entire day. He accused me of talking to his “homeboy”, whoever his “homeboy ” is. It could’ve been the random stranger that approached me at the store which is exactly why I no longer talk to people in the Virginia area. It could be his boyfriend. They are very close and they all seem to know each other. Brevard begged me to take the article down in the email. Why would I do that and he has been stalking, bullying, harassing and threatening me since 2017? It’s 2022 now, and he is still jealous and stuck on harassing and stalking me. He has been stalking , bullying, harassing me for five years in a row now. It’s disgusting in hillbilly Virginia, thats why I don’t want to be there. Those people are really sick and cruel to me around there. They spy on me inside and outside of the house, call me all kinds of names, beat me up, and abuse me for years with no hope of me ever being treated better. Of course, my stomach started to turn and I immediately started to feel violated at the level of hate, stalking and abuse I have to take from all of these random strangers, robbers, thieves, voyeurs, rapist, and child molesters. They never change, they just get more jealous, nasty, fake, and sickening. They all stick together. I immediately started to vomit everywhere. I have no where else to run to to stop all the harassment and public humiliation I have endured over the past decade.

On January 7, 2022, I received a comment on a article from a random email and IP address (that I didn’t bother tracing) begging me to be close to them and that they just want to hear my voice. I don’t know if it was Brevard or one of his flying monkeys who sent the message or not. All I know is that the people who have been stalking me and harassing me for the past five years are very, very, SICK and need a lot of help. They keep making me vomit repeatedly. I’m not a psychiatrist and I’m not a prostitute- I’m not the one to contact for those purposes. On January 8th, 2022 I woke up again feeling alone and violated and I vomited all over the place as a result.

Brevard’s abuse and harassment towards me won’t stop: He continues to make threats

On April 12, 2022 I was contacted again by the stalker. I immediately felt sick to my stomach and started vomiting profusely. This person and his family has been stalking, watching, spying, following, and harassing me since 2017. I have no idea how he got my new number, but I saw it coming. My stomach started sinking at my new location because I knew the transexuals, bullies, sex traffickers, and lesbos would eventually start looking for me, since they couldn’t stalk me or spy on me inside my mothers home in Virginia. They are always stalking and spying on me 24/7, so they know when I’m not there.

Every time I run away from the area, the stalking and harassment starts all over again because the sick predators can’t locate me. He is very sick, and extremely desperate for attention. I do not know this sick man. It is absolutely disgusting that he keeps stalking and looking for me. He is one of the abusive, homosexual predators that won’t let go of me. I am EXTREMELY unsafe and in grave danger and I will not go anywhere near him or his SICKENING friends. They will not let go of me, and I don’t even know them. The stalking and harassment is so GROSS and INHUMANE, that I wish was dead. I do not feel safe where I am. Bullies, transgenders, gay black men, racist white people, nosey lesbos, and predators are everywhere, and they won’t mind their business and leave me alone. I am ready to die, but not at the hands of them. I met this creep on a bus, I do not belong to him.

A photo of 29 year old Tevin Brevard, a resident of Hampton Virginia and a master con artist

Sneak and peek warrants: The legal way of invading privacy used in the United States to capture criminal activity 

Sneak and Peek Warrants, are officially known as delayed notice warrants, covert entry search warrants, and surreptitious entry search warrants. The warrants allow officers to maintain secrecy, sometimes by hiring a locksmith to enter someone’s home, business, apartment or other establishment such as a massage parlor, to place hidden cameras to capture illegal activity while the tenants or owners are not there and it is completely legal. The officers do not have to receive consent from the occupants.

Unlike conventional search warrants, officers do not have to give the occupant or owners a notice. There have also been cases where officers have come inside the home, seized property, and made it look like a typical break in. If normal investigative procedures have not worked, they can also seek authorization from a federal judge to install wiretapping and electronic eavesdropping devices during an ongoing criminal investigation. The delayed notice warrants have been used since the 1970s, but the warrants became standard procedure in 2001 under the USA Patriot Act, which is an act used to deter and punish acts of terrorism after the September 11th terrorist attacks occured. It is not just limited to terroism. It is also used to conduct surveillance in drug investigations, human trafficking investigations, and other illegal activity. The crimes can range from misdemeanors to felonies.

Midsection of a male police officer inserting drug packet in envelope during investigation

More than 46,000 sneak and peek warrants were issued between 2006-2016. Most of them were drug cases and few were for sex crimes. Many people do not know about these types of warrants. The sheriff will then view these videos as evidence from their office. The Fourth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution protects the rights of people to be secure in their own home, but does not specifically mention a notice requirement.

MY HORRIFYING LIFE OF CRIME: RUNNING AWAY FROM A CUT THROAT INDUSTRY, GREEDY SKANK WOMEN AND MEN, ON THE DL, SEX, DRUGS, BULLIES, AND HATRED  

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I was Being rejected by lots of ugly pimps and madams: They wasn’t supposed to prey on me anyway it was sickening

I’ve been bullied and abused by lots of men. A lot of them were skanks or uncle toms and worse-sex traffickers. Although I have never been married, I used to think I would be the perfect wife and my kids could have the perfect father and life they never had. At the time, I had decided that if I would date someone, I would cook, I would clean, I would wash their draws, I would work, and earn money and have their back through thick and thin. Unbeknownst to me, all the men I were dating, were homosexuals and down-low crossdressers dating men behind my back, and it is not a laughing matter.

I always thought I was attractive but they always compared me to more attractive or popular women. I knew that there is always someone who looks better and badder than the rest, but they didn’t know that. I was even forced to sell my entire body for some of the gay guys I knew, and they never respected me. I found out later a lot of them were gay, downlow, or cross dressers that were trying to trick me because they thought I was a filthy prostitute or a vulnerable, lonely, desperate person looking for love. I found out most of them were dressing up like women and girls. Sometimes they would take off their nail polish, makeup, and wigs to go “spit game” to women. All of them aren’t HIV positive so its really tricky. Some of the men use protection everytime they sleep with a man. It’s really heartbreaking. A lot of them were “rainbow” type of men. At that time, my “gaydar” wasn’t on point like it is now. Now they all act like Lil Nas X.

In Washington, D.C., I used to see a lot of men kissing in broad daylight just walking down the street. I’ve also spotted these types of “men” in Ohio, Atlanta, New York, and Virginia. They’re like the men in the movie For Colored Girls starring Janet Jackson or more like The Tyler Perry movie A fall from Grace. They were always getting jealous of me and abusive towards me. They hated on my every single move. From the makeup I wore, the wigs, the hair, the clothes, reading a book, going on a vacation, writing a story, everything. Those gay men hated everything about me, and most of them still do. They have the attitude of a real woman, I can’t tell the difference anymore. Their attitude is far from masculine.

A LGBT couple dealing with their problems in online psychotherapy using laptop at home. The types of couples that are in the sex industry. Some of them prey on single, vulnerable, straight women.

Men never wanted to love me or respect me because I don’t hang around enough women or because I’m not a player and won’t let everyone run through me. I didn’t have a bunch of random guys phone numbers in my phone, nor did I roam the streets with filthy whores trying to mack or pick them up. Those greedy, sick, men never respected any of that. Their wives, mothers, aunts and daughters were never queens. They didn’t know how to handle someone who isn’t trying to live like a nasty, stank whore. They’re not used to that type of normalcy. I can respect the fact that I’m not their kind, but they couldn’t. They didn’t want a real woman anyway. They wanted a slut. That’s all they’re used to. 

The type of women the former tricks, John’s, & pimps marry and settle with: Most of them lack ambition and dignity

Since all the rape and abuse from those horrible guys, I’ve seen some of them find love, but a lot of the women were dumb and accepted their disgusting flaws. Some of the women don’t even know how to read. Some of the women the tricks and John’s settle with, do not know how to work, hustle, and they lack basic survival skills. The women may assume that they already have enough education and clout to survive in today’s world, but their attitudes and actions towards others (including their family) prove otherwise. 

Aside from not wanting to continue their education or learn anything new, these type of women have become content with being what they are even if that means laying on their back for the rest of their life for the same man, they will do it. Some of them will knowingly allow the men to rape prostitutes (male and female) and will still stay married to them. Those type of women will cater to and submit to all of their partners dirty, sick, fantasies even if it means hurting themselves or hurting another person. 

The women the pimps, johns, and recovering tricks put on a pedestal all have problems. Some of them carry diseases – what I like to refer to as -“the cooties” or “the monkey” including HIV and herpes. Others have killed several fetuses at abortion clinics because they lack responsibility. Some of them are mentally retarded or have a learning disability. Some of them have had incest with relatives in their own family. Some of the the women have went to college, received a degree, and still resort to laying on their back for a man and pimping young women who don’t have an education. Some of the women the Johns settle for are party animals. All they do is go to the club with their party animal friends and act like wild, trifling, goofy monkeys in the club. Those type of women even drink, smoke, use cocaine and drugs, dance like skanks at their own children’s birthday parties, and even curse and yell at them regularly. Sometimes it’s not even on a special occasion- sadly, they party everyday. They will even have sex with someone (including another woman) in another room while no one is watching or bring people over while their children are sleeping or while their partner is gone. Some of them don’t exercise and are not aware of their overall physical or mental health. They are too afraid to seek professional help for their problems because of fear of what their friends or family may think. They call it “living life”, I call it living disgusting.

Being forced to resign from the strip game: no where to run, no where to hide

Reminiscing about the days when I was a stripper on the east and west coast, a lot of creeps and weird women saw me performing as a stripper in the nude and to this day I still can’t find employment and have to feel extremely grossed out and have to live with the shame. I had future plans of becoming a professional security guard for any company that would’ve hired me, but not clubs. I changed my mind. I don’t nasty workplace bullies. I’m not going to worry about the hundreds of employers that turned me down. I won’t resort to stripping or letting some sickening clown try to pimp and finesse me. I don’t want to show them any part of me anymore. Those dirty gross men and transwomen raped me and left me to die. It is sick. Sometimes I have to take several tub baths just to try to get the pain they caused and the disgust off my body but it won’t go anywhere. It’s still there every single morning. Everyday I wake up I feel nasty. I feel like the pedophiles, hebophiles, ephebophiles, and unnatural people are violating my body all over again. I feel like they are forcing me to feel nasty, weather I want to or not. They want me to look and feel like a dirty, unclean, unsanitary person. It is very, very, disgusting. The way they make my body feel is way beyond gross to explain. I hate uncovering my body, even to take a shower daily. I feel scared, abused, and violated. I want to feel safe. I havent felt safe in over 6 years.

I can’t respect being bullied and thrown away like trash after I have hustled hard and people have saw me dancing on club stages in at least four major cities in America including Hollywood, CA, Miami, FL, PG county, Maryland and Virginia Beach, Va. I resent all of it. A lot of those clubs were nothing but run down, rinky dink looking brothels. I don’t care about the celebs that attended either. None of them paid my bills. Why should I care. I attended a lot of events and stood next to a lot of famous porn stars during my stripping career including Mr. Marcus, Pinky, and Kapri Styles somewhere around 2011-13 at a old Virginia club called Bentleys. The list can get even longer. I also worked at club Voodoo Lounge at the Oceanfront in Virginia Beach, Club G5ive, The Office, Trap Lounge, The Mint Lounge and the old Cocos Nightclub in Miami, Fl, the old 4Play in Pompano Beach,Fl, club Teasers in Tampa, Fl , Ebony Inn in Maryland, The Strip Truck in Hollywood, CA (just a few months ago), and the raggiest of them all, the old Paradise 2 Gentlemen’s Club in Newport News, Va. I hustled at 9 different clubs in Florida alone, two of them I don’t recall the name of. I made the most money in Miami. I made so much money I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t have a pimp there either. I remember riding in my fancy, luxurious rental car with at least one thick stack held together by a rubberband in the center compartment every single night. The only reason I left Miami, is because someone eventually reported me driving without a license to the rental car company at the Miami airport, and my rental car (that I was paying for by the month) was taken away and I didn’t want to go to the club in an Uber. I was being too flashy. I fled Miami because the embarrassment of not being able to drive anymore was just too much to bear. By the time I got to Pompano Beach, I was forced to use Uber everyday, and it was just too much work. I ended up all over the place. After feeling and witnessing a very strong presence of voodoo, misfortune, and malific witchcraft, I eventually I left Florida altogether, never to return again. I ditched Christianity and began practicing the religion out of no where. I’ve been stuck practicing it every since. I haven’t chopped off the heads of any chickens or anything. Killing animals ain’t my forte and I’m still working on becoming a vegetarian because everytime I see a piece of meat, I know someone had to kill the animal and it bothers me to a certain extent.

Stayin’ in the celebrity mix ain’t all that : The snitches tip off the police and send me straight to prison

I stood on the stage at a rap concert with Young Scooter around 2014-16 at a club called Lavish and took a picture with actor Michael Blackston at the old Static Lounge in Virginia Beach somewhere around 2013-16. That is around the time I first got busted for a DWI. I also remember going to concerts but not being backstage or onstage. I went to see Kendrick Lamar at the Nova in Norfolk, VA , I saw Drake and Lil Wayne in Virginia Beach and The Lox around 2014 at the old Willet Hall in Portsmouth, Va. I seen Yo Gotti in Virginia a few times hanging around strippers but I was so drunk (ew) that I don’t remember which club it was. I don’t want to remember any of it. I want it to go away. The lifestyle isn’t impressive to me anymore. It’s just burnt out. I didn’t get anywhere. I got one too many DWIs trying to drive myself to and from these clubs without a friend in sight. It disgust me.

I caught my last DWI in 2017 after leaving the Alley Nightclub in Newport News, Va. I had several Long Islands that night and yes, I was alone. Being in Newport News City Jail was a living nightmare. If there is word for being worse than disgusting, I want to start using it. I was on probation for three years. There is a thin line between being too flashy and looking like a bum. Both can lead to disrespect and I can’t seem to find balance anymore so I give up.

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I don’t know anyone and I don’t want to meet anyone new: They’re going to hurt me really bad again

F#%* them all. I don’t wanna go anywhere anymore. I don’t even wanna look anyone in the eye. I don’t even wanna see anyone’s face, I’ll just look at the ground instead. I’m not speaking any English to strangers either. I now believe I suffer from Selective Mutism. I don’t care if they have nothing to do with what happened to me. I don’t want them to make it worse so they can all just f%# off now. I don’t want any friends because women these days are acting like nasty, childish, dominating lesbians and Im not interested in being gay, or treated that way. I don’t like my family because they’re all into incest, and I don’t want to meet any new people or date any men because they’re probably either a homosexual, a racist judgemental Uncle Tom, or have a wife or worse- a nasty acting, funny looking baby mother. I enjoy being away from people and by myself. I don’t need protection. No ones keeping me safe, I’m better off being alone at all times because I am an expert at protecting myself. Im not a comedian. I don’t need any fags laughing at my pain. Most of them will take advantage of me by being abusive and heightening my fears or “persecutory delusions” on purpose because they feel as though I will never be loved, cared for, or believed in.

It’s easier for them to just be lazy and slap a crazy label on me and neglect me for the rest of my life. I’m not a human being to them. They’ll say things like “no one ever gonna believe we did that stuff to you”, “no one is gonna save you”, and “no ones ever gonna want you”. I prefer to not be around people period, especially rapist and child molesters who can’t comprehend the word “NO”. When I try to cry out for help or explain stuff to people they’ll say “no ones doing anything to you” and “you did that to yourself” even when there is obvious proof that i have been abused. They do the same old stuff over and over, such as a rape, sexual exploitation, a black eye, or stolen property. I just cant tell anyone. They’re all gross and mean. They want me to be isolated, living in the wilderness, for the rest of my life. Because I know these things about people, I cant really eat anything.

I don’t like the stripping, porn and entertainment industry and how gay it has become: too many homosexuals

I thought it was ok to be ass naked in the dressing room around a bunch of strippers. I also watched The Players Club (at only age fourteen) but I thought it was just a movie. I was introduced to that movie when I was at my baby sitters house, which I now realize was a terrible place for a child to be left alone at. I have also watched A girl Lost: A Hollywood story and a movie called Treasure Box which is almost similar to real life events that take place in a sex slaves life. Those freaks really are that gay and money hungry. Why do so many women go to the strip club as a customer also? Why do they and their “homegirls” or themselves and their “boyfriend “ need to see a bunch of completely naked ass anyway? What are they trying to do- get more game to spice up their freaky ass relationships? I’m not with “the shits”. I don’t go both ways either. 

I have gotten several offers over the years including an offer in San Fernando Valley, CA and also on the east coast to do porn, but I have NEVER done that. The price that was offered to me was just not enough to sell my soul and ruin my life. Even if I did decided I wanted to do that, it wouldn’t have been enough to purchase a house, nor would I have been able to hide the shame from my two sons. Doing porn for me would have been completely pointless, like a lot of the other scams and phoney business offers I keep getting. I just know a lot of porn stars who have reached their peak at lesbianism. I have even witnessed over 20-30 women or more having an orgy with each other on several different occasions. I have also witnessed women having sex in their car with other women in broad daylight in Chicago. Porn damages the brain. It takes a lot to heal from those explicit images. A lot of pimps like to play those videos at strip parties and during VIP sessions. It just isn’t my thing and i dont like parties anymore either. Those type of environments are just disgusting to me at this point.

Sickening women and their sickening attitudes against me: all those freaks lack empathy and a regard for human life

Over time, a lot of the women who witnessed me stripping naked, started stalking me, teasing and humiliating me with no remorse because I was still a loner, have no friends and still no man -because they keep being goofy, lame and jealous trying to steal them so I can be alone. They’ve been stealing all my “boyfriends” since high school. I’ve witnessed at least two females who were susposedly a “home girl” (even inviting me to birthday parties or other parties way back in the days) steal men from me, sleep with them, marry them or have a baby by guys I were “dating”. They’re experts at trying to isolate me from any guy who shows interest in me. At this point I dont care because those guys were easy like sunday morning and would put their private parts in anything just to hurt my feelings. Even a man could steal a man from me. Its the biggest turn off in the world. Some of them are pedophiles, hebophiles, and ephebophiles, and not only do they like stealing men, kissing each other on the mouth and laughing at the weak, but some of them like having sex with underage children, including young boys. A lot of these women love feeling overly confident about themselves, or being extra bold and nasty towards others, and they also like seeking validation from other women who support their sickening behavior instead of thinking and speaking up for themselves. They do not have their own brain. Their friends, their pedophile and rapist police officer boyfriends or other person will influence and groom their narcissistic attitudes. Some of them will even try to take their own children or someone else’s. What a gross world. The only thing I can do is separate myself from all women, whores, prostitutes, sluts, and pedophiles. They will vainly sit back and watch me loose my mind behind their filthy, thirsty, trifling nonsense. They dont care how greedy sickening they are being. They will also bully and tease me simply because of how I responded to their narcissism and in the past. 

Photo of a homeless person

When I was a kid, I new something wasn’t right about the women around me, including my mother. I was just always left alone, or left in the care of pedophiles. They just always seemed funky and skank, and to this day, they still are. They were pedophiles when I was young and they are pedophiles to me now as a fully grown woman. It’s sickening and gross. I was a loner as a kid because the women around me were nothing but sloppy, disgusting, child molesting, hateful, narcissistic, cocky, freaks. The doctor diagnosed me at only fourteen, with anti social personality disorder. I didn’t want to accept it. He kept making me feel like I was supposed to have friends and that it wasn’t normal for a teenage girl to be that left alone or scared of people. It really hurt knowing those women were nothing but trash. A lot of sociopaths, child molesting women and men who can’t keep their nasty d@%k in their pants, get off to stalking me and seeing me crying and hurting in public. It is truly a sickening and disturbing site to see and experience.
Now that I am older, my anti social behavior has progressed. I wish the faggot lesbos and stalking faggot men from my past were spending a life sentence without parole in a state penitentiary hell eating their own feces, but that’s not going to happen. Their lame ass boyfriends and girlfriends are too stank and pussy whipped and d%@k whipped to let the rapist stinking whores lose the battle to me. After all, I am nothing but a “peasant” that they can bully and rape whenever they feel like it. Now, the only thing I can do is try to stay as safe as possible from them sickening people because they will continue to hurt me and hurt me some more. They do not care if I cry. They all fit the description of true narcissistic, sadist, and sociopaths. The type of cruelty they inflict is certainly inhumane and unnatural.

Not only do black women act that gay, hateful, and ratchet, but white racist whores can be just as cruel and stank. They’re still being like those nasty lesbos in the movie Monster. Those type of creep women be holding hands in malls, giggling and laughing or down at the beach holding hands and kissing in broad daylight. Who raised some of these women? What type of fathers and mothers so they have? All the nasty, filthy, women roaming around the streets these days. I get extremely petrified when I see some of these perpetrators in person. I run into them almost everywhere and I literally almost immediately puke, or get a sick feeling in my stomach that makes me want to vomit. Some of them have already seen me vomiting in public. I’m not throwing up because of the Covid-19 virus or any other illness, I’m throwing up because these disgusting people keep getting acknowledged and getting away with the unthinkable and unspeakable acts. 

A lot of the women and “fans” tried to take me without asking. They bullied me, teased me, laughed at me, beat me up, stalked me, trafficked me, killed my father and started desperately treating me like an ugly peasant all of a sudden, and last but not least tried to shut me up and silence me against speaking out against their hatred. Those hateful, greedy, disgusting, disturbing, fake ,stinking, narcissistic black women keep abusing and neglecting me like I’m not even a person or a human being. It is sadistic and sad. I do not like those types of people and I dont enjoy being forced to see them.

All women make me nauseous: the most devastating trauma

Yep, every single female on the planet makes me nauseous. I have been so triggered by their nastiness and brutality, that I can not look at them, be around them or hear them. When they speak to me I ignore them. I stopped trying to go to a female therapist or counselor for help. I dont go to church. I am not a Christian. I will never step foot in another church again. I havent been inside of one in three years. I dont shop around women. Their stores trigger me. I dont go to womens support groups, shelters or programs. I dont go to womens conferences. I dont go to the beach or to parties or cookouts (I never have an invitation anyway). If im incarcerated, I immediately try to go to solitary confinement (which is even more brutal because they will spy on me in there) so I wont have to see them. If they yell, I tune them out. When the guards bring me my food, I dont look them directly in the eye because if I did, I’d never be able to eat. I’d die of starvation and malnutrition. I dont like the sound of their voices or the way they talk. The sound of their voices alone makes me uncomfortable but i still have to put food in my body. Most of the time, I drink a meal replacement or eat bread and soup. If I have to go to the grocery store and see one, I look at the ground. If they are with a man, or one or more other females, I assume them to be twice as hateful and threatening. Everytime Im around a female I start losing my appetite. I start feeling like I have been raped, molested, bullied, stalked, beaten over 100 times, and left for dead in the blistering cold to catch hypothermia right there on the spot. Its a sick feeling. I avoid them at all cost. They are a disdurbing sight to look at. Wherever women are, I immediately stop feeling safe. I cannot stomach the disgust I have for them and their hatred for me.

I never needed any of those sadist & mentally retarded coons: I had to start accepting poverty and not greed

With all the heterosexual (because thats what I am whether men like me or not) money I was making while dancing, I was able to rent cars in Miami and other places, and was able to purchase a used Benz and a getaway car for one of my traffickers in Los Angeles. I also went on multiple shopping sprees buying stuff from stores like Bebe, Nike, Zara and MAC, but I never could quite afford those Gucci scarves and those Louboutin heels. I also lusted for Versace and Cartier frames that I couldn’t earn enough money to pay for. I purchased gold plated tennis bracelets, basic handbags from places like Target, bath and body works, stayed in hotels and ate top of the line sirloin and seafood with an EBT card. I desperately wanted a house or a condo but could never quite be loved by those fa%##t ass people enough. With the money I made on the east coast selling my vaginia for the slick traffickers, I was also able to make a silent escape to take my first plane trip from Baltimore to the west coast landing directly at LAX in 2020.

Over time, I started hustling harder and making a little bit more bread. Just enough to pay for a room and eat oodles noodles. People just started getting weird. I thought I was the poorest but I kept meeting poorer people. I kept getting mugged, set up and robbed for my stash everywhere I traveled to. After I get robbed, I usually have to sacrifice and eat nothing but ham or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches like they do in jail. Wearing the same clothes everyday like a cartoon soon becomes a bore, then I have to resort back to dancing. I grew tired of that. Eventually the stripping audience started asking me to submit to strange and unnatural fetishes with other women, I then declined, and so did my stripping career. My clients started turning their backs, acting like they did not want to see my body anymore and men started acting like I wasnt good enough to date or hang around. I gracefully read between the lines and resigned as a stripper and escort because the lifestyle was too GROSS.

A lot of the women in the industry these days aren’t even impressed with the money and the lifestyle, they’re just impressed with bumping pussies with each other in a state prison or in a mansion or whore house. They sell their entire ass for material things and for children that will eventually find out they were a whore in their past life. The game is all twisted.

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Depression and fear takes over: too much abuse and rejection

My drug habit eventually came into play around 2016. I felt so unloved, so ugly, and so unwanted and had no where to go. Every where I turned, every human trafficking program, every homeless shelter, every prison system, every “boyfriend/pimp” i came across I was continually being abused and neglected. I realized that people just have no room for me. People aren’t smart enough to know what kind of person I really am. They judge me by my situation of poverty as well as the irrational decisions I made in the past to explode and get physical, and take all my anger out on those creeps.

I felt like I was being rejected by the entire world. Even fat people and retarded people have found more hope and support than me. Everyone started seeming nastier and crazier than they were back in the days. I don’t know if it’s the Pandemic fucking up their head, or if they really are just that sick period. It could be my race, it could be that fact that I’m a single mom, it could be my hundreds of tattoos (I’ve never wore body peircings-although they are associated with tattoos and tattoo shops), it could be my lack of furthering my education, it could be my religion, but whatever reason the world has an attitude about me, I’m not going to try to figure it out. I never will. I never wanted to be treated like the scum of the Earth. I even ended up being hospitalized repeatedly for trying to kill myself. I started off just cutting myself lightly then it progressed over time. During one suicide attempt, I swalled a whole bottle of Ambien, during another episode, I jumped out of a second story window and had to wear a backbrace for months, and during the most recent, I made a noose and tried to hang myself from a garage but I didn’t want to just break my neck and not actually die. It was just too painful so I had to “get over it.” I even almost died of a drug overdose and alcohol poisoning in an alley by choking on my own vomit. That is how much i was throwing up.

I was a very popular girl or at least I thought I was. Then I finally realized I wasn’t. I was only popular because I chased those people and fast money. I chased my relatives for their guidance (which I eventually found out they were never even smart enough to give any advice, love or support, they were too slow and negligent) and I also chased my so called “friends”. After my second DWI, I realized I really do not have any friends. Friends don’t let friends drive drunk. Friends don’t abandon and neglect each other. Friends don’t let friends go to the club alone. Friends don’t let friends get raped by strangers and forced into prostitution, and they dont laugh and humilate you when you’re in a crisis situation.

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The last straw: jail became a revolving door

I was alone in my prison cell during my most recent incarceration at Western Tidewater Regional Jail in Suffolk, Virginia In 2018, which was a assault charge against my own mother. What led me to incarceration was the fact that my father had just passed away about three months prior and my mother did not have sympathy or empathy. One day while I was drunk, I was being bullied by a bunch of rich sloppy women a few doors down from her house. It was three of them. I ran back in the house and told my mother what they did and she did not take my side. I was furious. I felt so helpless, scared, unarmed, and alone. She started yelling and I resorted to spitting on her. The spit hit her glasses and the little bit of spit never even got on her. She then snitched on me and called the police. I walked down the street, right past my incest having neighbors house a few feet away, and I walked pass the the big fat sloppy bullies house. I was crying profusely headed for a hiding spot. Before I was able to hide, the nasty black ass police officer found me, called for backup and arrested me and threw me in jail for assault on a family member. I did not know spit was a weapon. Now I do. I was treated like such a disgusting, disrespectful child for trying to protect myself.

My father sent me commissary at Chesapeake City Jail before he drowned 3 months prior. My mother never liked my father and bad mouthed him even while he is turning in his grave. All of his other children followed suit in disrespecting him after death except me. I was the one who was really there for him and he didn’t leave me anything. He trusted my gold digging, funky half sisters with all of his estate and they never offered to help me at all. They chose to sit back and watch me suffer from a mental health disorder while im eating off food stamps, getting trafficked and raped by men and panhandling and sleeping outside. They never even gave me a ride or checked on me to see how I was doing, but had the nerve to send me a copy of the estate. Gross.

My father, (God rest his soul) was the only person I had. While incarcerated, I contacted my fathers daughter, which is my half sister, Bethany Batson, but she did not send me anything and told me that she could not afford to talk on the phone. She happened to be a police officer for Washington, DC metro at the time. No one else came to save me and they threw me in the hole, stripped me of my property til I was completely nude and put on suicide watch for almost a week because I said something about wanting to die. It was disgusting. Putting me on suicide watch was the cruelest and most degrading experience I have ever had inside of a jail.
I freezed to death and cried silently every night so the predators couldn’t hear me. It was absolutely SICKENING. I had no food, they starved me, I had no toilet paper I had to beg, I had no spork, no books, I had no cover, no blanket and no jump suit-all because I felt suicidal. Who wouldn’t feel suicidal after being treated like that by all those cocky ass, funky, self absorbed, negligent narcissist?

The sadistic killers, prostitutes, and ugly monkey looking butch guards thought it was hilarious seeing me in that condition after I had just lost my father Delma Ben Batson. Batson was a retired Vietnam Veteran who was also incarcerated at Western Tidewater Regional Jail for a DUI. I’m still not certain how or why he drowned. My father always told me my mother was a nasty bitch (using those exact words) but I was never able to fully expose it until his death. That’s when her true colors unfolded. She was sick and hateful and is also mean to her grandchildren. She often belittles me, calling me a coward for not succumbing to the abuse. She is a narcissistic mother. Every time I’m around her and her relatives, it gets harder and harder to speak up. Sometimes I have to stay so silent, that I can literally feel all of my energy being drained and begin to get a headache and body ache. Their attitudes are so disgusting, that I immediately get sick to my stomach whenever I am in close proximity. Unfortunately I have no where else to go. People are being extremely gross and dangerous. This woman wouldn’t care if my kids were raped or had to join a gang. They might even be safer with foster parents even as teenagers. She set me and my father up and will do it again if I let her. I have witnessed her hitting me and the children repeatedly just like she hit a child at the school she works at (back in 2003 around the time I first ran away from home because of her neglect ) and was laid off because the child’s mom reported it. She has not changed she is still abusing and neglecting children and passing them off to pedophiles. She never goes to work as a substitute and spends most of her days shopping for groceries or sitting around the house bossing people around. I even tried to file a grievance complaint while I was incarcerated at Western Tidewater, and the funky looking skank guard told me no and walked off and left me in there suffering in disgust. It was sickening to the core. All I could hear was women bitching, screaming and fighting. It was hell on earth. I had no wear to turn, no way to improve, and no where to run and to this day, I still toss and turn wherever I’m sleeping which is usually on the streets because of the gays and my pedophile birth family. I have self respect, weather they think so or not.

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The history of Forever 21: The brand that inspired millions of young people around the globe

Fashion 21, was founded by Korean Immigrants Don Won Chang and his wife Jin Sook in 1984. They did not speak any English or have college degrees. They were working odd jobs before their brand was created. The brand was opened in the Highland Park area of Los Angeles, California located on Figueroa Street (a street informally called “Fig”). They opened the store with only an $11,000 life savings. They started with very few employees. In 1987 they changed the name from Fashion 21 to Forever 21 because young adults were becoming more independent and wanted to stay young forever. Their company expanded outside of the United States to its first foreign location in Canada in 2001. They started Forever21.com in 2003, expanding their trendy clothing to the web. The company originally started selling clothes for women only, but began to sell clothes for women, men, plus sized, beauty products, shoes, and home goods. The store eventually grew and expanded across the world. They are now multi-millionaires. The couple has two daughters who founded Riley Rose, one of the subsidiaries of Forever 21.

In 2007, the store was featured in the movie Made in L.A., a movie about Latina immigrants becoming victims of domestic abuse working in their factories. Ninety-Five percent of Forever 21 production is done in L.A. The Latina immigrant workers, most of them being undocumented, claimed of having to work long hours and making way less than minimum wage, making only $3 per hour in factories infested with rats and roaches. After living under horrifying sweat shop conditions, they eventually started a protest against the company. The workers (being illegal immigrants from El Salvador and Mexico City )reported having strong feelings of fear. Fear of being deported and not being able to take care of their family. 

In 2017, the U.S. department of Labor investigated 77 of the sweat shops in Los Angeles and discovered labor violations at 85% of them including a factory producing Forever 21 garments. The workers wages were so low, most of them couldn’t afford an apartment. During the investigation, they also discovered a makeshift factory in boarded up homes surrounded by barbwire so that the workers couldn’t escape. The sweat shop owners were given seven prison sentences. They were supposed to pay 50% more to sewing contractors to pay the workers to meet the federal minimum but never payed a dime.

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In 2019, the company was forced to file chapter 11 bankruptcy and ended up making a deal to sell all of their assets for $81 million dollars, due to the having extremely high locations cost and big competitors, such as Fashion Nova. Without selling their assets, the company would not have been able to stay open today. Now, there are over 800 stores globally, and over 32,000 employees, including Mexico and Latin America. According to a 2012 interview with CNN, Their former chief executive, Don Won Chang, stated that most of the company’s base are minorities, and that 40% of their customers range from age 25-40 years old. They put John 3:16 on every single yellow bag because they are Christians, sources say, and they also strive to keep their merchandise under $50. The company has about 14 million followers on the social media platform, Instagram. In 2020, the Garment worker protection bill was introduced to the California senate to protect the Garment Worker Protection Act to make sure garment workers receive their wages. The bill was not passed and Forever 21 is not one of the companies supporting the Act.

A Forever 21 In Times Square, in Manhattan, New York City

I have been shopping at Forever 21 for years. I recently purchased a box online that arrived on August 30th, 2021. After inspecting the clothes (which I almost never have to return because they fit so perfectly) I decided that it is just one of the stores I could never stop shopping at, no matter how hard I try. In a few more years I will have  reached the 40 year old mark for most of their minority customers. I feel like my time might be up already and I’m still trying to force it. The sexy, appealing, nature of the clothing is just not attracting the right type of people into my life and after discovering the disturbing sweat shop conditions the workers have to endure behind the brand, it is just too painful to bear. I spend at least $80 or more everytime I visit the store. I have shopped at several locations throughout my young adult life including New York City, and my favorite in Arlington, Virginia, located inside Pentagon City mall, that I visit very frequently. I love their clothing and I don’t want ever to stop shopping there, but all good things must come to an end.

I WON’T GET LURED BACK INTO THE “HOOD”: I’M TURNING DOWN SECTION 8 VOUCHERS IN NORTH CAROLINA, THE ENTIRE EAST AND WEST COAST, AND CERTAIN PARTS OF THE MIDWEST 

Right alongside the Mississippi River– Earlier this week, I was informed that I have to be in Raleigh, North Carolina today, May 20th, 2022 at 9:30 AM EST at the housing authority, because after a long, dreadful, 5 year wait, my name was finally selected to receive a voucher for housing. I will not be attending the appointment. I waited 5 long years for the letter, and I am no longer in the area due to the infestation of gangs, homosexuals, and HIV infected people. I can not go all the way to Raleigh on such a short notice, for a voucher that I might not even be able to use. It’s going to cost me $800 to travel by plane, around $600 to travel by bus, and around $250 or more to travel by car. I won’t be doing either. 

I’ve lived in 3 public housing/low income apartments, but I’ve never had a section 8 voucher. It’s not the same thing. Every time I lived in one of those places, my experience was nasty, dirty, drug infested, prostitute infested, and crime infested. I was getting beaten up nearly every day. I’m afraid that one day, one of those violent beatings caused by a random attacker, will turn into a senseless, sickening homicide. I suffered lots of domestic violence and humiliation. It was awful and I no longer see hope in those types of neighborhoods. I want to see if I can get a house with the voucher, since I waited so many years, but I am too far away to take the risk. 

VIOLENT GANGS CONTROL MOST OF NORTH CAROLINA 

I’ve heard recent stories of numerous landlords not accepting section 8 vouchers in the US. I tried to contact Priscilla Batts, the person handling my housing case, to reschedule, so I could plan the trip better, without losing money, but I have not heard anything back from her. If I don’t, it was not meant to be. The Raleigh/Durham area is infested with dozens, if not hundreds of gangs, and it probably won’t be much to do sitting in the house all day anyway. I could go back to college, but still, I don’t think it’s worth it. I tried to look at the “hood” in a good light, but with all the beatings I took throughout the years from random strangers, I cannot see them as anywhere near cool anymore. No one was around to rescue me all of the times I kept getting beaten, sold, and robbed. I was completely alone,-it was very scary. The beatings occurred on a regular basis in North Carolina inside of the apartment I was renting, and in certain hotels where I was being sex trafficked, as well as other in other states along the coast. It was an absolute nightmare from the most deepest depths of hell. I’ve stayed in many major cities in North Carolina and I’m very familiar with the territory. It is far from safe and there is a major human trafficking threat all over Raleigh, Durham, Greenville, Charlotte, and near the Outer Banks. It brings tears to my eyes, to have witnessed so much unbearable turmoil. 

I don’t want to be near any infestations of anything, especially homosexuals. When I say homosexuals, I’m not talking about your typical flamboyant gays, walking around acting prissy. I’m talking about your average homo thugs that you see standing on the corner, in nightclubs, in music studios, at colleges, at churches, or everywhere else. They are not hiding in plain sight. I can spot them from a mile away. Throughout the past few years, I have been forced to live in the neighborhoods of some of the most nastiest, fakest, unnatural, brutal, disgusting, infestations of homosexuals and rapists I have ever seen. I refuse to go near them or look at them for the rest of my life. My circle literally consist of just me, and I will not let anyone else in it. I will also not go near a homeless shelter, church, mental hospital, jail, or other type of “home”- where there will be a gross, inhuman infestation of sick, nasty, cocky, disturbing, funny, people. I’ll pass on filling out another section 8 or public housing application for about another decade, because unbeknownst to them, I’m in my right mind.

Sex traffickers, murderers, homosexuals, and child predators who have been released from prison, roam the streets of America freely to terrorize humanity every day. With that many dangerous infected people and harmful predators and bullies close by trying to infest my life, my poverty level isn’t going to change, and a mediocre section 8 house will not solve my problems. I do not have a family or friends. The security cameras I install might also not help, a private investigator may not want to assist me properly, and I won’t feel like I have a human right to be alive. I could also waste my time and be forced to move out, after moving in, for a number of other unknown reasons. I would hate to be stuck with a bunch of high quality furniture that no one will buy. I don’t want a storage unit. The last time I was forced out of my apartment, which was all the way back in 2015, I was also forced to donate all of the furniture and property to the local thrift store. I can not do that again, because this time, the furniture will be more expensive, brand new, and tasteful. What I am saying is, if I ever move into another building ever again, the furniture will not be used or cheap, because I do not shop at thrift stores. Somewhere in America, someone is sitting on the couch I was beat on, and sleeping on the bed I was raped in.

POVERTY INFESTED THRIFT STORES AND CLOTHING VOUCHERS: I WILL NOT BUY OR ACCEPT ANYMORE THRIFTY, USED, GARBAGE 

I do not shop at thrift stores, because I do not want another woman’s used garbage on my body anymore. Wearing used clothes was a extremely gross experience that I will never forget. I was probably wearing the clothes of prostitutes, lesbians, or murderers. I also do not want the furniture or property of spiritually damaged households. I don’t even like living in old run down, dirty places. There is no way to purify their souls, or their used stuff. I no longer find treasure in someone else’s trash. In my religion, I am not supposed to wear used clothes. I may never have a house built from the ground up as long as I live, and quite frankly, I do not care, but I did make a permanent decision not to wear used clothes, which was a very, very, easy bridge to cross. Most used goods, for the most part, aren’t purified or clean. The physical property, can be run down, just like a human being. I will not convert to another religion to please others. Overall, most people treat me very poorly, have little taste, little class, and I am moving on without them. I am keeping my abstinence, my cleanliness, my aloneness, my purity, my freedom, and my sanity. No sicko or a groups of sickos, can take that away from me.

HIDING FROM SOCIETY: AVOIDING MORE UNNECESSARY AND UNSANITARY BULLIES, AND INFESTATIONS OF GROSS PEOPLE 

I’m still staying out of the public eye for the most part. I don’t have a 9-5, and I am not forced to look at, live around, or be around unclean humans anymore, but when I do have to step outside, my eyes still have to see a lot of dirty, disgusting things and people. Unfortunately, I still have to go out for gas, last minute emergencies, and to walk a dog. Every time I go to the store, I try to wear plastic gloves and I carry tons, and tons, of disinfectant wipes. Every time I purchase something, I disinfect it. I disinfect everything item I touch, especially food. When I’m at the gas station, I wear gloves before pumping gas. Everywhere I go in public, I spot unclean, nasty-looking people. Their hands could have been between their legs or on a pile of semen, digging up their nose, on feces, or on a herpes infected penis before they came out of the house. It’s very disgusting. The more abstinent I become, the more uncleanliness and sloppiness I notice in other people and places. I hate gross environments now and I hate ugly, dirty, people-regardless of their race. It sucks that the world is so big, and I can travel wherever I want, and I may still have to face an infestation of gross people once I get there. 

QUARANTINED FOR LIFE: SOCIETY LOOKS AWFULLY SICKENING TO ME AND EXTREMELY PAINFUL TO LOOK AT 

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People that bully me into isolation are also very unsanitary and disgusting to look at. The more abuse and neglect I am forced to take, the more dirty and unsanitary the world appears. They all appear to be having INCEST as well as living unclean, sick, twisted, and homosexual private sex lives. Clean, healthy, people wouldn’t want to bully me and isolate me in such a gross, disturbing manner. Forcing me to talk to myself is very, very, dirty, and nasty. People may think they are being better than me, but I don’t see them as being better than me, regardless of what they have. I see them as dirty, filthy, and downright infectious. I see them as pest. I see them as a infestation of monkeys and flies. I can no longer see them as people, because they don’t act like people, and they choose to be nasty and disturbing. I see them as infestations of unclean humans, just like a infestation of roaches, bats, or other annoying pest. Just like a wild animal could carry a disease if you go near it, that is how bullies look. They look scary, dangerous, life threatening, and deadly. They look so disgusting, I’m afraid if I go near them, I will catch a fatal disease, get framed for something I didn’t do, or get killed. 

For the most part, living completely alone in the middle of nowhere is okay. I can live in isolation for the rest of my life. I do NOT have to be near any human civilization. I don’t have to worry about being molested, raped, bullied, catching COVID or AIDS or getting beaten, but I do have to be on the lookout for spies and sick, twisted, nosey, sadistic, gay sociopaths that might want to watch me or locate me for no reason.

AVOIDING FUNERALS, CEMETERIES, AND GRAVEYARDS

I won’t return to civilization, not even for a funeral. I won’t be keeping in contact with anyone. Funerals are gross, disgusting, and infected. Any deceased people from the human race will never get another dime from me. I will not visit their grave, pour out expensive liquor for them, burn expensive candles for them, give them expensive flowers, or put them on a raggedy ass T-shirt. I’m not even going to pour out a single, tiny, drop of my liquor for the dead anymore. My bottle of alcohol, is for MYSELF. My flowers, are for MYSELF. Everything is for myself, because I am literally- by myself. 

The deceased can rest in peace for all eternity, without me being present. They wouldn’t do it for me, if I were dead, and I can no longer respect the deceased. They don’t need my help, they all already have enough people. The deceased are were they belong. Cemeteries are garbage, infected with witchcraft, and I don’t want to go near them. I don’t want to connect with any deceased people either. I don’t want to channel them, seek advice from them, mention them, or be there for them in any way shape or form. If you see me burning candles, they aren’t being burned for any deceased people. When I die, I will remain irrelevant and unloved, just how it was when I was alive. I do not want to be near all the nasty, unnatural, sickening people that left me to die.

I DON’T LIKE SEX WORKERS: I DON’T WANT TO MEET ANY WOMEN, PROSTITUTES, STRIPPERS, WHORES, GAYS, LESBIANS, PARTY ANIMALS, BISEXUALS, SWINGERS, CHILD MOLESTERS OR TRANSGENDERS EVER AGAIN – THEY’RE DISGUSTING TO ME

Mississippi River- The oldest profession in the world is very annoying and bothersome to me. It looks similar to a pesky little HIV diagnoses that won’t go away. I don’t want to meet any females ever again. I do not want not even ONE friend. I do not want to help them either. I will not go anywhere near an unsafe infestation of prostitutes. It is NOT my God-given calling to hang around ANY women- old or young. They are extremely gross and disgusting, and that is how they will remain now and in the future. These type of women and their thirsty fans are horrible people to be around. The reason is because I get bullied constantly by those big, funky, gross, incestral freaks, and they are the scum of the earth. I am not a man, and I will not let any confused, horny, nasty, hopeless gay women talk to me like one. 

I am not attracted to pimps. Prostitutes can not lure me into their stable using their boss. I don’t like sex traffickers. They’re very gruesome and murderous. Most pimps these days have a stable of both women and male prostitutes, who share the same clientele, and hang in the same circle. Sometimes they all travel in groups on tours across the country just to prostitute. It’s very nasty out there. They are all one big happy family out there. I don’t want any of their gay love spreading anywhere near me. When I travel, I travel solo, and not to prostitute. I have to be very careful, not to bump into those unnatural people. 

A prostitute and a pimp 

Most sex workers have a predator following and some are aware and some are not. They degrade themselves for the whole world then treat other people that choose not to live like a nasty whore, like nothing. Some of them work a legitimate job during the day and trick on the side and some work selling their grossness 24/7. They DO NOT know that not everyone wants to live that way. A lot of them don’t even get to go home with the trash bag money and the money they hold to their ear when they post on Instagram and Onlyfans. The money usually belongs to someone else. Most of them live on government housing which require that they report every dollar being earned but they never do. They will even get so desperate for cash and go so far as to turn their government housing project apartment into a brothel like environment where they traffick themselves alone or other with women hidden inside. 

Some sex workers have their own self supported low to medium class apartment, house, or condo which was obtained under false pretenses or from selling their vagina (which is illegal almost everywhere) or trafficking other women and girls, which is a federal crime known as human (sex) trafficking or pandering. They could spend up to two decades in prison. A lot of the faggot women don’t get caught, because the world loves prostitutes. Some of them live with relatives who allow them to degrade themselves and live that way and others do not even have a roof over their entire head at all. They will sleep on the street, in their car, or in a hotel selling their bodies to pay the rent. To me, prostitutes are not inspiring people. 

THE REASON I AVOID FUNKY LOOKING STRIPPERS AND SEX WORKERS : THEY ARE NASTY, SLOPPY, GAY, AND HAVE TOO MANY PROBLEMS AND DISEASES

I don’t like strippers. When whores become strippers, The club or company they work for will charge an expensive house fee, usually over 50% of their earnings. They also have to pay a DJ fee which is usually less than $30. If they have a house mom , they will charge them anywhere between $1-30 to use all of the toiletries in the dressing room. If they are starving they have to pay for food from the bar or buy some nearby on a break which can cost anywhere between $5-80 a night for a plate of food. If they are on a celebrity status level (most of them never make it that far) they will have to pay security or a male escort to walk them to their car or around town which is so expensive they usually just pay them by trading sex. They will also have to spend money for gas or an Uber to get to and from the club which can range anywhere between $15-$100 if they are working locally. They also have to put money in the jukebox if there is one inside the club. Some of them even have to pre-game or buy their own drinks because their clients and customers are too cheap.

A photo of a bunch of homosexual strippers found on Www.xxgasm.comhttps://xxgasm.com/photos/black-ghetto-strippers-club/ (gross stuff I don’t want to see) 

If they are an escort, prostitute or streetwalker, they will usually have a pimp that will force them to give up 50-100% of their earnings. All sex workers have to spend money for weaves, hair, nails, shoes, outfits, skimpy clothes, makeup and other social media worthy material possessions (that the feds and predators can see). That is where the rest of the earnings go and they have to do this so that they can look good enough to get back to work again. Sex workers make a lot of money and almost all of it is completely invested into more sex work. The customers and John’s almost never want a plain Jane type of worker. Some strippers and prostitutes are sneaky. They don’t all broadcast their behavior on social media or tell people of their profession because they want to fool their partners or other people in the community that does not approve or accept that type of lifestyle. Instead of staying out of the streets, They will go to the clients house on a sneaky visit. They will go to parties far away from where they live or fly out of the country on a “business“ trip and have sex with random strangers or take all of their clothes off in a strip club. Sometimes they disguise the trips as “girls night out” or a “ladies only vacation” and end up stripping and selling sex with all of their friends. Then they return to their home and act like nothing ever happened. These women are sick and most of them suffer from serious mental health disorders. Some of them have been diagnosed by a professional and others have not. They suck as women and they are a disgrace to the human race. As a female rapper, I don’t even want strippers listening or dancing to my music in a club. Yuck! Strippers, if you are reading this, do not twerk to my stuff! There is a lot of finesse and scamming associated with that profession. If you are in to deep, you can lose your mind.

I CAUGHT A FELONY THAT WON’T GO AWAY: GUN CHARGES THAT STICK FOREVER 

The felony I was charged with that won’t go away, is for a firearm that I tried to purchase all the way back in 2015. I just wanted to protect myself from the nasty infestation of incest people, liars, people that touch themselves and stick objects and dildos up themselves, sickening retarded married women, groups of smelly gay women, prostitutes, old creeps, nasty groups of homosexual men and boys, and sloppy, gay, ugly, bullies that try to force themselves on me. I am by myself all the time, and it was just too many of them. I do not like or want those kinds of people and no one believes me. They are disgusting and I do not want to be near all those predators and families. They make a lot of nasty, infested, gay, threats. The infestation of predators got even nastier after I caught the charge. I used to look for jobs, but I gave up because they would stop bringing up that old ass charge. By summer of 2021, I eventually realized that my lifespan would get shorter due to all the nasty people trying to infect me. I had to go into isolation, where I will remain, because every time I try to survive, the infestation of nasty, yucky, predators just gets larger. 

Trying to purchase a gun from a nasty, uncool gun range was a bad idea. It did not solve my problems. I had been hospitalized before, and I didn’t know it was illegal. The first time I purchased a gun from a shop around 2007, it was legal, but after that, I went to a hospital for a painful memory I don’t want to remember. After I was discharged, I wasn’t aware that I had lost my gun rights. It was a honest mistake, but the court system in Virginia is sickening and they didn’t care. The gun store snitched on me, and I was charged with a felony and a misdemeanor. I hired a lawyer, but he did not make the charges disappear. I cut the lawyer off. 

I was able to get my civil rights restored in 2021, but I still have to pay $2,000 to a new lawyer (whose name will not be mentioned for security reasons) to have my gun rights restored. The lawyer offered to take $1,000 down to get the process started. I do not trust lawyers. People are very nasty towards me, they have no regard for my life, and they don’t believe half of the stuff that has happened to me. To start the gun rights restoration process, I have to be able to be mentally competent to stand in court front of a judge and explain why I need the gun. I also have to have a note from a mental healthcare professional that will approve. Right now, I choose not to have a gun because I can’t travel with it. Once my gun rights are restored, the gun (tazer, etc.) can not leave my residence, which changes often. I have no stability, because people switch up on me often, according to how they feel that day. It’s sadistic and flat out gross. I’m disgusted with the entire world. I always have been. 

I’ve only owned two guns throughout my life. One was a 38 special revolver, and the other one was a Russian pistol-a 48 caliber. I have to go through all of this, because prison sucks. Its a sickening, nasty environment. What disappoints me the most, is that even if I have a legal gun, I still may never get a security position in the corporate world. I definitely don’t want to be the po po. That’s disgusting. I don’t talk to them. I just want to be a security guard for my own business. I have to be able to protect myself, as a rapper, a loner, and as a woman because there are a lot of sick fucks out there, and they don’t like me and want me dead. It is not a laughing matter. It’s just skank, disgusting, dirty, racist, and gross to be treated with so much disdain. 

MORE PRISON AWARENESS

Here is a documentary I found on Youtube, that explains how straight men get turned out in prison in the United States of America. I’m avoiding ALL human contact throughout the country, not just men, especially in the black community, because a lot of them are gay, brutal, racist, hateful, murderous, heartless, disease infested, and HIV positive. 

HUMAN TRAFFICKING SURVIVORS SUPPORT SYSTEMS FAILED AT GIVING ME HOPE, SO I GAVE MYSELF HOPE 

I do not hang around women period, and I do not want them speaking for me as a whole. If a woman speaks on me, they’re probably just a lame and a low life who has incest, is a swinger, a thief, a liar, a pedophile, has gay orgies, or has HIV, and want to bring me down. Even if women claim not to be gay, I still don’t want them as friends. Something just isn’t right with them. They appear to be homosexual to me anyway, and they act like they can’t support me, because they secretly are- and at this point it’s confirmed they are. They’re extremely gross. 

I hang alone 24/7/365. I do everything for myself, by myself. I do not pay attention to women at all. I don’t even look at them. They do not exist in my life and I don’t want them to. They are sick. They disgust the living daylights out of me, and I fear for my life and around them. I have never liked women. For the past few years, they have bern bullying me, and making me vomit every single day. My stomach sinks to floor in fear, pain, and torture every-time I’m near a woman. 

I really hate the bitches that have a “who told her she could do that attitude”. Like “who told her she could come here” or “who told her she could wear that”. I’m not your child. I don’t hang around women with a stinky, controlling attitude towards a grown woman. It is very nasty and gay. I will never allow a bitch to talk to me in that fashion. I have always had a mind to think for myself, and I don’t need to be in the presence of faggot acting women. It is also not my job to be a prostitute and serve their faggot husbands. It’s their job to have sex with their own fucking man. Women cannot force or coerce me to do anything. 

I distance myself from them as much as I possibly can, because their abuse and neglect has become too life threatening and dangerous. I literally get sick to my stomach, around them. The level of disgust and fear they bring to me is very traumatizing and scary. The painful feeling won’t go away no matter how hard I try. I don’t want to be in their presence at all- ever. They are very cruel and violating and they never listen to me when I tell them to stay away from me or leave me alone. They do not care about my womanhood, and are very manly acting and nasty towards me. The trauma is so painful, I can’t be around them all or I start feeling sick, disgusted, afraid, and suicidal. Those groups of dykes won’t respect me at all. It feels like I’m being watched and molested every single day. They are very, very, scary. A lot of them are superior and very narcissistic. They believe I should want to be around them, so they can bully and harass me. 

I started SantaMuerteHollywood.com in 2020 because I needed hope. I was lost in a dark world of being trafficked by some of the most brutal traffickers known to man. I was beaten by them, sold, and tortured repeatedly. I turned to a lot of human trafficking resources. I called the human trafficking hotline so many times throughout a course of 8 years, that I eventually gave up. My last experience with the traffickers and victims was just too dangerous (“peligroso” en espanol). Many of the women leading the programs and shelters I were in, lacked the knowledge and empathy it really takes to understand a real human trafficking survivor. A lot of the advocates were mean, brutal, and controlling- like the traffickers. It was sickening and cruel. It usually lead to more trafficking. I don’t call their human trafficking hotline numbers anymore. 

I thought I had to continue to turn to a bunch of phoney, gross and negligent people for help, but I didn’t. I’m not being abused, raped, spied on, and neglected by those gross people anymore. I thought I had to have a degree in social work, but I didn’t. I thought I had to live around sloppy, abusive, jealous, mentally retarded gay women, but I didn’t. I thought I had to be in heavily infested HIV areas, but I don’t. I thought I had to be around other women, but I don’t. Most of them were just filthy prostitutes, dancers, porn stars, and escorts. I thought I had to have support and approval from others, but I didn’t. All I had to do was study human trafficking on my own time. I started purchasing and reading books, reading articles, watching documentaries, and educating my self as much as possible. I learned how to save myself, especially from a dangerous HIV infested sex industry. That is why I am still holding on to my dignity, and the reason I am still drug free and not incarcerated. I stopped turning to people who didn’t have any regard for my life and started learning survival skills. I started learning how to become more independent and less dependent on people who are negligent, greedy, shady, and nasty. The human trafficking hotline is a scam and my life is not a game. All of the shelters, jails, and hotels I were placed in were dirty, unsanitary, filthy, trashy, gross, abusive and negligent. I’m so glad I don’t live in one anymore. The women living there were more faggot, sickening, racist, and fake than a pile of vomit and feces in a bowl. 

Today, I know how to save my own life. I don’t go out looking for other victims of trafficking to save. My resources are always available to them 24/7 online. It is their job to pick up the phone and call. I do not want to become friends with the victims or make close contact with them, but I can send them emergency supplies, care packages, survival books, and other resources to help them get through. So far, no one has contacted me for help, and I’m extremely okay with that. I’ve turned my attention to rescuing animals instead. My own life is important and all the things I have done to protect myself from predators and evil, abusive people has worked so far. If you or someone you know is a victim of trafficking, and no other organization could help you, contact me at press@santamuertehollywood.com. 

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I WANT THE INFESTATION OF NASTY HOMOSEXUALS AND ILLITERATE PEOPLE THAT CAN’T READ AND COMPREHEND MY BOOKS TO STOP: TODAY I WOKE UP TO MORE YUCKY, SICKENING ABUSE AND CONSTANT THREATS FROM THE GAY COMMUNITY

Quincy, IL-I’ve net some of the most sickening, scum of the earth, yuckiest, gayest, non-believers and groups of fags these past few years in all my life. What so sickening about it is that they want me to degrade them. YUCK! I’m still getting harassed by a bunch of sickening racist gays. It feels disgusting and humiliating. They are extremely violating and narcissistic and believe I am supposed to know them. I am all alone. I’ve never had a family, I’ve never had any female friends. I never went to prom. I haven’t had a birthday party my since I was  a child. I’ve never had a boyfriend. My deceased birth father wasn’t in my life, nor was anyone on his side of the family ever in my life. I’ve been abused, lied on, and harassed so much-it’s sick. The abusers are extremely homosexual, racist, and do not care how they make me feel, how many times I vomit, or much pain they put me through, nor do they care how many years pass by while they torture and stalk me. They just continue being sickening. I have been living in isolation for over a year, and I’m still being bullied and harassed. It is GROSS. 

Today, another gay pedophile and troll contacted me using several different phone numbers, and told me to kill myself and jump out of my mothers window again. They also called me a crack head and a bad mother. The threats came from the nasty, racist, hillbilly state of Virginia. I am no where near my mothers house, and the text message the troll sent telling me to jump out the window was fucking nasty and gay. I don’t know what type racist, sick, gay, ephebophiles, and pedophiles would want to keep putting me through that. What type of gay, perverted, nasty, racist, incest having people would want me to commit suicide that bad? Ew! Yuck! 

I am not on drugs, nor do I use crack. I do not sleep around and I am NOT with anyone. I do not get laid. Men do not sleep with me anymore and they do not like me At ALL! They turned gay on me! They will not pleasure me. They denied me of that! I don’t know any men at all anymore! Men are not attracted to me! They are only attracted to other men and nasty, gay, funky women that have a lot of friends and family and know how to grind their nasty gay vaginas together! I never did that stuff! I never had a woman and men are not attracted to me!!!!! I repeat.. MEN DO NOT WANT ME!!!!!!!!!!!! They will not be with me! They will only be with the gays!!!!! They will love them and put them on a pedestal !

Gay people always think my hate and vomit for them is a joke. Then when I try to attack them, they call all of their gay faggot-friends and family for help and the police so their incest having asses can having something to complain about for the next ten years. They are weak, needy, sloppy, and gross! I’m not jealous of those fucking faggot people!!! Yuck! I just want them to stay away from me! My hate for you does not mean I love you, know you, or want you! Ew! Do not take my hate for a sign of love! I do not like you. I am NOT GAY! You are nothing but nasty, life sentence-infected people! 

I WILL NEVER BE MIDDLE CLASS, OWN A HOME, OR HAVE FANCY CLOTHES: THE INFESTATION OF RETARDED PEOPLE WON’T STOP

I am ABSTINENT! I do not engage in sexual activities and I do NOT know anyone in America. I am not being sold, raped, or molested anymore and I am not on crack! All those rumors those trolls are spreading about me are FALSE! I am not a slave, a homosexual, a bisexual, nor do I belong to anyone and I am not a piece of property. I am not a bad mother, I was raped by a transgender woman when I was 16. The tranny did not want to have anything to do with me after he raped me, and all the gays protected the racist shemale and not me. They’re disgusting and they’re slow, and they are not natural human beings. I tried to start a teaching career and went to college, but the bullying and the the tranny infestation grew. I was forced to drop out of school and live off of government assistance. I’ve spent over 17 years living below the poverty line and the mentally retarded community doesn’t care. I’m no where near middle class, and with my life being infested with slow people and homosexuals, I never will be. I was left to grow up fast and fend for myself with no money or family. The mildly retarded, trans people, hated on every single move I made, and every single dollar I wanted to get. It was overly infested with lames and gay men. I tried to find a new man to be there for me and the kids, but they were homosexual pedophiles and wanted to sleep with little boys and not me, so I never ended up with a father for them. That is not my fault. They were all just a bogus imitation of Lil Nas X pretending to like me, but secretly liking men. Even if I go back to finish my degree, my felony will be staring back at me, and all the gays and the entire dirty, racist, faggot black community will keep on laughing. They probably aren’t going to buy my books or my music either. Gross. Getting support from the black community is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. 

AVOIDING DWI’S: CHILDHOOD MOLESTATION, DATE RAPE, AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT ARE THE REASONS I DON’T DRINK A LOT OF ALCOHOL 

Nauvoo, IL, -I stopped drinking a lot of alcohol because it’s disgusting. A lot of gay men have sex to wine, and the more I drank it, the more I vomited thinking about how much incest and group sex they have with each other. I decided it was time to quit. I don’t think I’ll ever drink wine again. I also stopped drinking rum and cognac. I had my first drink when I was 14 years old. It was a Four Loko. I started drinking hard liquor in 2003, when I turned 15. I was in Newport News, Virginia in a trap house with a grown man that thought I was 17. I wanted him to know I was still a minor. I was no where near close to turning 18 that year. At the time, I had been reported a missing child by my negligent birth mother. My mother was never charged with a felony child abuse or reckless endangerment, which still makes my stomach queasy. 

At the older mans spot, I was given a mixture of Hennessy and Hypnotic in a styrofoam cup. The drink was called “Incredible Hulk”. It was the first time I ever drank liquor, and I was only 15. The drink took away my nervousness and I was immediately hooked. After I drank it, he raped me and gave me $50. I don’t know the mans name, but he also raped several other minors in the area. Following that, I turned myself in and went back to school. I started getting raped by all the gay boys until I dropped out of school and became pregnant with a child who doesn’t like me til this day. All those gay boys from way back then turned into fully grown gay men today. 

a bottle of Catabwa, from the Wine Barrel in Nauvoo, IL 

Mother’s Day is today, and I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ll never really be respected. The liquor I was given to as a teen was given to me by grown men. They were ephebophiles that enjoyed buying me bottles of Hennessy. I drank all the way until I was 21, and then started buying it myself. Of course I drank throughout the entire time I was forced to be a dancer and a hooker from 2007-2020. I used to drink hard liquor by the fifth- not by the glass. I was raped by hundreds of gay men. I was even molested by a woman and her boyfriend around 2011. The gay lady’s name was Ladonna Pope, and the gay lady’s boyfriend name was Dion Roberts. The couple both were protected by other people after molesting me inside their apartment. The woman was someone I thought I could trust and turned out to be a nasty bisexual, and ruined my entire life. I was not aware of the level of evil that those funky, sneaky, gay women I hung around carried in their hearts until about a year ago- when I started being abstinent. I never tried to kill any of them, I just cut them off. 

I WONT DRINK AROUND PEOPLE ANYMORE BECAUSE MOST OF THEM ARE RACISTS, VIOLATING, EXTREMELY NASTY, GROSS, AND HOMOSEXUAL 

I was drunk at every single party, every brothel, every club, and on every date with a man. Not once in the past 13 years have I been sober while performing a sexual act. I was under the influence every single time. Those predators knew I was easy, and they knew they were gay and I was unaware. I caught 2 DWI’s and I felt gross all over. While incarcerated for the DWI, I was getting bullied in jail by all those nasty gay women for having to wash the same one pair of underwear and bra in the sink over and over and for stealing food from other inmates. The racists guards smelled like fish and sardines, and wouldn’t stop harassing me. I was so poor I couldn’t afford anything on the commissary list. I couldn’t even afford Fresh Favorites ( fresh food). I was getting snitched on alot. It was gross. I called a sex trafficker for help. Thomas Johnson, also known as “Tom Johnz”, a known sex trafficker in Virginia, put $20 on my commissary, so I could buy the stuff I needed. I don’t like Johnson at all, but I will never forget the money I was given. I hated Johnson so much, I wish he was hit with a grenade. He had too many funky looking whores. I felt like a number. It was violating and nasty. I have a lot of criminal charges, and all of them are in the state of Virginia and North Carolina .

THE ABUSE AND NEGLECT MADE MY STOMACH TURN DAILY 


After my second DWI (in 2017), I started getting raped, beaten, harassed, and molested more, because I kept getting stuck without a car. At the time, I had a lack of resources. Unnatural homosexual men were preying on me left and right and I felt stuck, hopeless, and sick. The people around me were so funny acting and unnatural, I knew I had to get away from them because I was literally vomiting every other minute due to their harassment, abuse, and neglect. The people had no regard for my stomach or life. I was getting bullied so bad, I was throwing up loads of vomit everywhere I went. I eventually started making a ongoing list of places not to go to, and it has been effective every since. The bullies eventually started showing up at my mothers house unannounced, and I started getting harassed even more. I tried to hide in the garage, but my stepfather, Morris Towns, locked me out and told me not to go in there. I tried hiding in his shed, but he locked me out of there too. I tried hiding in the bedroom, but it’s a hidden camera in there somewhere. I had no privacy. I asked Towns multiple times if I could install security cameras on his property so I could see the bullies coming, and he refused. I decided to remove myself permanently from the nasty, dirty, bully, homosexual, and crime infested neighborhood altogether. The people around me were so nasty, cruel, and sickening, I didn’t need any help doing it.

I tried to get a local job doing security a while back, and they rejected my application. I completely ran out of options. It was sickening to the core. They all wanted to humiliate me so bad, I started vomiting multiple times throughout the day, even more, because I still had no where to go and nowhere to hide. I realized that I would just have to make a home in the wilderness and sleep wherever I can, like an animal, until I pass away. I felt really, really, violated, battered, abused, and disgusting. The unnatural feeling in my body from all the abuse is never going to go away. If I don’t throw up, it feels worse. I have to be able to get the vomit out. 

Photo by Erik Mclean on Pexels.com

After catching the DWI in 2017, I wasn’t able to get a hoopty until three years later, in 2020. The car sat for a while until I had an court ordered ignition interlock installed in there in 2021. It was installed for six months. The ignition interlock, installed by a company called Draeger, saved my life. I passed all of the test until it was taken out. It only took 24 hours to sober up from alcohol before a test could be passed. Fortunately, my alcohol addiction wasn’t so bad to the point where I couldn’t wait 24 hours. The machine also passed with marijuana. Now, I don’t drink anymore around strangers. I haven’t drank around anyone in over a year. I will never trust another person with my life. I will never drink and drive either. Today, my stomach still turns when I see a fifth of alcohol- and gay people.

People still think I’m a dirty, AIDS infested prostitute, and I’m not. I don’t have AIDS. I was just forced to grow up in an HIV/AIDS infested environment, which is unfortunate. I don’t let society look at me anymore, they don’t deserve to. I hide from them. I wasn’t anti gay back then, but now I am. I don’t want any of those nasty people knowing me anymore, their bullying is just too disgusting. It’s too many people. I don’t ever want to meet anyone else. Even in isolation, away from people, I know that there are still going to be a lot of sick fucks and sick families out there that can’t help themselves from trying to bully me but I’m going to live the rest of my life in isolation happily. I don’t want or need anything from anyone, ever, ever, again.

Getting tricked by undercover gay men can break your spirit, so be careful : HIV positive men love wearing disguises  

May 6, 2022

Men that have HIV/AIDS and want to spread it love changing their disguises. Not only do some of them like dressing up as a woman, but they can also change their appearance as a man. You will think it’s a totally different man, when it’s really the same man wearing a disguise or a costume. Take actor Eddie Murphy (who is not a homosexual) for example in the movie Coming to America. He wore many different disguises throughout the entire movie, but it was the same person. He looked like a totally different person each character he played. Arsenio Hall also played different characters, including being a woman. There are quite a few Hollywood actors that do that, but there are also under-covers in real life that wear costumes regularly. It doesn’t just happen in the movies.

If you’re an escort or a dancer, or alone and single, be aware of the many disguises that the same man can wear to fool you, or get close to you or even stalk you. Men with HIV can be very deceiving. They wear lots of makeup, beards, and disguises to change their appearance. Some of them may even be a minor wearing fake gray facial hair. Never trust IDs, unless you can scan them, because they could be fake. If you’re an escort, be aware, that some of your clientele could also be gay male couples, or men who have gay orgies, coming into your room one at a time. Men that have gay group sex always like locating and buying women escorts after they’re done. They assume the woman escort may be a man, and when they find out it’s not, they still go through with it. Be aware of all of the gay porn on the market. A lot of men watch it and also engage in it-that’s why it exists. Be very careful out there. Also be aware of men that stand on the corner all day or walk the track. They might tell you they’re selling drugs, when actually-they’re selling their body to other men. I used to be attracted to men that stand on the corner in packs or go everywhere in packs. Now they all just look like one, big, gay male orgy.

If you feel something isn’t right about a person, it probably isn’t, especially if they make you feel sick. It could probably be HIV lying dormant in your body, so always get tested within 3 months of exposure. Never let anyone rush you into sex without knowing their status first. You have to be with them when they take the test. Do not trust a piece of paper with the results on them- only trust the actual test. Be very careful who you sleep with, because your life could be jeopardy. I myself, struggle with just taking two medications for mental health. I couldn’t imagine having to take a whole bag of HIV pills so I can live longer. It just wouldn’t work.

One minute I want to live, the next minute: My life was infested by people who have gay incest regularly 

From the time I was a little girl I never really wanted to be alive. I knew something wasn’t right with my family. I was born without one. I had to adapt to living in different shelters, brothels, and eventually jails, and I was being abused and sold on Backpage and Craigslist by all of the people there. It was absolutely disgusting getting raped by all those nasty, racist, horny pigs. My body still feels very gross. I haven’t been sold since April 2021. To this day, I am still very grossed out at the level of pain and suffering those AIDS and diseased infested people caused. They were very, very, dirty and unclean people.

All the men I was sold to, were transgender women and bisexual men. All of them were LGBTQ. It was extremely HIV infested and gross. I was sold to approximately 300 or more homosexual men on the U.S. East and West coast while I was being trafficked. Some of the gay men were getting into serious trouble with their gay partners, for sleeping with a woman behind their back. They knew that I would eventually find out about the high amounts of HIV/AIDS and STDS I was being exposed to. They’ve harassed me for so long, I am usually almost always wanting to be dead. They really wanted to infect me with AIDS. 

AIDS & COVID awareness: These images are examples of the type of “men” hustlers that work at restaurants and grocery stores part-time, stocking shelves and touching all of your items without gloves on 

I was sold to these type of men 
An example of the type of Gay men that infested my entire life 

I just can’t stand the pain that the dirty rapists pigs caused. They stick together like white on rice and they always cover for each other in their behavior. My level of homelessness is on a whole new level now. I’m a felon and no one wants me to have anything. I can’t go to the jails, hospitals, and shelters because the people are too infested with incest and diseases, and they keep trying to beat me up, threaten me, harass me, rape me and sell me to the whole city. It’s so gross and sadistic, that I keep imagining what it would feel like dying and never waking up again. They are very, very, funky, and cruel and they never want me to feel anything. They never want me to face my emotions and be mature about anything. They are always wanting to have their way with me. It is SICK. I’m just another worthless dead body to those people. 

I wish I was rich. I wish I had a nice job. I wish I had a record deal. I wish I could afford a nice car, a little tiny house or log cabin, and nice jewelry and clothes. I wish my two kids weren’t being raised by abusive transgenders. I hate being a Welfare recipient. It’s extremely disgusting and ghetto. I want better, but the gays and incest people won’t stop looking down on me, threatening me, and beating me up. I feel disgusting! I don’t want to live like a poor, abused, battered slave! I wish I could protect my 2 kids so they know that I’m really their mom. I wish I had a family, friends, and money. The list of wishes goes on. I won’t be granted any of those wishes ever as long as I live, so what is the purpose of living? To get raped, harassed, neglected and abused by a bunch of nasty pigs all my life? What is the point of living just to be poor and abused by everyone? It’s just SICK!!! I hate being in my own body!!!! I will never let the LGBTQ community, or a nasty jealous man, or married man touch me, hear me, or see me, ever again!!  I haven’t been in a shelter since 2020, I haven’t been in a hospital or a jail since 2018. I haven’t been employed since 2020. I will never return to either of those places. I’m just going to spend the rest of my life in the wilderness, ALONE, waiting to die- like a deathrow inmate. I can not be near those nasty, disease infested, greedy, nosey, sloppy, gay, brutal, abusive, racist, incest-having people. I just want to die, so the narcissistic, controlling incest people can live. 

I don’t want you! You incest having predators are sick, nasty, and FAKE! 
Buy my book or I don’t know you! YUCK!

Marijuana THC levels at dispensaries across America

Quincy, IL– I’ve been smoking marijuana since I was a kid. Over the past two years, I’ve been keeping track of all of the strands I’ve smoked. I’ve shopped at dispensaries all across America. The marijuana in the Midwest, is extremely, extremely, expensive, but the quality is much better. The dispensaries on the East and west coast parts of the U.S. are a lot more affordable. My favorite Dispensary in Los Angeles, California, is Wonderland. In Chicago- Zen Leaf, and last but not least, my favorite dispensary in Washington, DC, is The Safehouse. 

I’ve arranged each strand I’ve smoked since 2020 in order of three levels. Level three is the least potent strands with THC levels  up to 24%. Level two strands with THC levels up to 27%. Level one strands are the most potent with THC levels up to 33%. The list is below. 

Level 3 (lower) ((Avoid when possible)

peach cobbler 17%

Pink cookies 20%

Warlock 14-20%

Black Diamond 18-24%

Lemon cake 22%

OG kush 17%

Alien OG 18%

SupaNova 17%

Creamsicle 17-22%

Blue frost 17-22%

Cherry Krush mints 13-23%

Slim 15-22% (taste bad )

Fire OG 19%

Banana OG 22%

Gorilla glue 20%

Wedding cake 22%

Ice cream cake 22%

Girl Scout cookies 19%

Pineapple Express 17%

Northern lights 16%

Trainwreck 17% (weak)

Cookies and cream 20%

Tahoe OG 18%

Birthday cake 20%

Level 2 (second) 

White gushers 15-25%

Skunk Og 17-25% 

Spacemints 25%

Lemon haze 17-25%

Grape OG 17-25%

Papaya 19-25%

Pink Runtz (calming) 22-25%

Sour Diesel 17-27%

Bubba Kush 17-27%

Level 1 (Top)

very strong ,potent, bright, and sour in color

*Chem de La Chem 27%

*Clementine 17-28%

*peanut butter breath 20-28%

*clementine 29%

*Guava cake 28-30%

* Runtz 19-29%

*Lemon Cherry 19-33%

*Apple Tart 30.9%

*GG4 18-30% 

*Boss OG 20-30%

*Dog Walker 31% 

*Florida cake 24-32% 

•Kosher Dawg 31%

*Green lime 33% 

*GMO cookies 20-33%