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. 

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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.