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.
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 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.
Human Trafficking is still alive and running all throughout America. It is a tragic cycle of poverty and perversion. More women are turning gay these days, due to prostitution, sex work, stripping, or having a husband, boyfriend, or pimp who forces them to be with other women. Lesbians are pretty obvious. If you’re a woman who is forced to witness dozens or even hundreds of nude women then you’re in the wrong environment. Women shouldn’t have to witness other women nude if they don’t want to. Also, If a woman has a tattoo of a nude woman/girl on her body, chances are, she is in the LGBTQ community. You should not make contact with these types of women. Another sign of a female pimp are, controlling, nasty, dominating behavior. A female should never bully, dominate, stalk, or control another woman’s life. Women who do that are lesbians. They should not coerce you into selling your body, they should not threaten you, beat you, or hit you. They should not try to humiliate you, or steal from you. They shouldn’t try to control your finances, or tell you what you can and can not do with your own money. They also shouldn’t lie about sleeping with you, if you aren’t a lesbian.
I didn’t learn these things until I got older. I never had a positive female role model in my life or any friends. My mother or grandmother and no other female ever taught me these things about other women. They were nasty. They never taught me how, sickening, callous, and cruel they can be. Today, I am still proud of being HIV negative, and heterosexual. My life is free of all women, and I am not being forced to live in a environment that I don’t want to live in. I was never gay. I have never slept with a woman. Women really did a lot of damage to my mental health. They were really, really, lame, abusive, unnatural, and sick, and they still are. My life of a loner and writer is so peaceful, without the presence of women.
I do not buy anything from black people, reach out to black business owners, and I do not ask them for donations, I do not start fundraisers, I do not join gangs, I do not join groups, I and do not join churches. The black race is disgusting and gross. I want the images of all the black people that physically, mentally, or sexually harmed me, burned and erased from my memory, and I never want to see or remember anymore like them.
Unfortunately, Most black people are greedy, and do not care about me. Most of them are Satanist. Especially the middle class and wealthy. Most of them are ignorant, gay, sloppy, fake, disease infested, crime ridden, and accident prone. The donations, love, support, and care will never come flooding to me during my time of grief. Every time I see a black person, I throw up. They are all eyesores and extremely painful to look at. Most likely, they will abuse and neglect me. I don’t waste my time, money, and most importantly, I won’t sell my soul. I will not let them sentence me to hell for no reason. I avoid them like the plague and I do not fall for false prophets, and fake caregivers, or friends. I will not believe the lies they tell me. They will pimp the living daylights out of me, in the middle of my crisis, and after they are done with me, exclude me, and then cling to each other like white on rice. I don’t want to feel that disgusting anymore. I promise I don’t.
More black people are Satanist these days than they were back in the 90’s. Most of them will claim to believe in “Jesus” from time to time, but they actually worship the Devil, Lucifer, and Satan on an every day basis. Even though Satan, also known as the Devil, and Lucifer is the most dangerous, disturbing, and evil spirit to worship, they still pray to him, they speak to him, they spend time with him, they give him their all. Most of them will chop off their left foot just to be closer to Satan. They put Satan first every single minute they are breathing. I will not fall for it. The amount of evil that forms from Satanism is absolutely sickening, indescribable, and unbelievable. If I like black people, I will end up in a whirlwind of endless pain, confusion, self-hate, and torture.
If I think black people are going to let me have a moment of silence, they won’t. They’ll just keep applying more pressure and hate during my loss, or time of trouble, and will not send me any condolences, flowers, cards, or money. If you haven’t experienced any of that or you believe that black people will not be that callous towards you, then you aren’t being abused, and this message is not for you. In my case, all of the most dangerous people I met during a lifetime, were black. White people just weren’t around, and I’m pretty sure you know why.
Black people are gross, nasty, and ugly. I don’t need them. They might be my color, but they are not my kind. It’s 2022, and Black on black crime is still at an all time high. Especially on the East coast, West coast, and Midwest. All major cities and neighborhoods that are full of black people in America, are full of crime, death, and hate. I won’t bother thinking I need them, ever, ever, again.
Somewhere along the Mississippi River– Lame people make my skin crawl. I don’t want to be around ANYONE. They will HURT me, and then give me a sadistic, sickening, grin. One that I never want to see for the rest of my life. The pain will never leave, because they aren’t all dead yet. I never want to see those people AGAIN. It is GROSS, knowing I was around those incest people, those lesbians, those sloppy bisexual-faggots that are thirsty for attention, those ugly, dyking police officers, project babies, those nasty hospital workers and nurses, those fake gay men, those food delivery workers, those phoney, nasty, funky, smelly, military (army, navy, air force) faggots, those funky, violent gang members, those smelly, nosey religious freaks, those ugly nasty children, those tranny people, and those fat, sloppy people. They were all narcissistic snitches and they are EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND NASTY. They abused , neglected, humiliated , tortured, beat, and abandoned me. I don’t want the black community back anymore. They just want to beat me down more. They might even throw me away for good or just murder me or chop up my body. That’s how fake they are to me. In the future, I plan to be in a more remote location so I wont to look at them, see them, or hear them. I do not accept money from those people. I do not want to move into the projects, go back to school, go to jail, a mental home, a shelter, live with them, visit them, or be anywhere near them.
Being in the middle of nowhere alone brings me much joy and peace
To all the unmarried straight men reading this, that can’t understand me, or think my life is joke, I am so sorry, I’m not gay enough to want to be around any females for any of you. I no longer wish to be in their presence or yours. I’m going to keep curving them, and staying away from all the gay, smelly, fishy, phoney, whores in the world. I’m sorry if that upsets you. Please do not bully me with your friends, family, homies, or exes. It’s sick. I am not dirty, I am not gay, I am not a prostitute, I’m not a stripper, I’m not mean, I’m not a crack or dope fiend, and you people can not see me. I will not let you. I’m pretty sure you will all find someone someday who can satisfy you and make you happy. I wish you the best! Seriously, I do!
Warning: do not attempt to flea any dangerous situation at home without proper emergency preparation • mild explicit language• hate crimes• references to death
Hamilton, IL-Fake people make me throw up, literally. A pool a vomit will come flooding out of my mouth in no time around people who don’t like me. I do not want any women or men near me. I do not want anyone to see my face ever again. They are ALL too gross, negligent, nasty, racist, sloppy, gay, unhelpful and abusive. I do not have a voice around the ignorant trannies and nasty fake lesbos. I do not want them to feel like they can relate to me either. They’re disgusting and they can not relate to my pain. They do not listen at all. They assume the world revolves-around them and that they are the only people with problems. To all the unnatural, fake, racist faggots and gays hating on me and lying on my sexual orientation, you’re wasting your time. I do not want ANYONE or ANYTHING. I am okay all alone. It is very safe being away from you people. Even death is safer than you. Thats why I’ve been suicidal forever. I will not take anymore abuse from you people. Starving me and forcing me to live in poverty is enough. I don’t want ANYTHING FROM ANYONE, even if I only have $10 to my name. It might sound dumb, but no thank you. I am too abused and battered to want anything from society.
I am a full time solo camper and writer. I don’t hang in crowds, nor do I have a loving family. I have never been married, and I have never had a boyfriend. I was only abused, sold, raped, humiliated, and bullied by big funky lesbos, light skin people, bisexuals, gay men, HIV positive people, fat people, incest people, murderers, animal abusers, thieves, and tranny people most of my life. I have spent the last year of my life abstinent and away from people who might try to harm me. I don’t like meeting or knowing people. I want them all to back off. I repeat- I don’t want ANYTHING from ANYONE. Don’t tell me why you don’t have empathy or can’t care. I don’t care. Translation- You are just narcissistic, gross & sickening, and selfish and you only care about yourselves and your needs, and will always be that way. Please stop making me vomit on purpose. I’ve been vomiting for the past 2 years. I’m not using reverse psychology. I really don’t want anyone around me. Death in the middle of nowhere is much cooler than y’all. I am not gay, a prostitute, or a gay prostitute. If anyone is calling me that they are sick and twisted. The mildly retarded women and men need to stay away from me because I don’t want to hurt the nasty fags. I will end up in handcuffs and in prison around a new set of nasty dykes and gay cops. Stay away from me. I will spit on you or throw feces at you. Do not hurt me.
I only have one mother and two living teenage boys left. Anyone else claiming to be related to me is a liar. They are not my friends and family. I have no one, and I am homeless by choice. If I die out here, I do not want those selfish, sickening, abusive whores and niggas to find me. Stay the fuck away from me. If my birth mother finds this blog, please cremate me. I do not want any remains of my body left. Do not bury me. It is EXTREMELY disrespectful.
William Mark James also known as “Dub J” is a sex trafficker I met at a strip party in Norfolk, Virginia (the party was thrown by a man named “ Daddy Cage ” a pimp and local businessman in the Tidewater area) in which I had no absolute business being at. Shortly after meeting him, I found out that I was In grave danger. I left the party with the monster, and my life was headed for indefinite ruins. He was only one of the evilest, nastiest people I have ever seen.
The damaged the cruel trafficker caused
William “Dub J” James is the beat me, raped me, and robbed me, stalked me, and forced me into human trafficking. James told me that the key to breaking down women and exploiting them, is to get them hooked on drugs, and that is the easiest way to control their destiny. After abusing me, he apologized seven years later via prison letter. He is also heavily associated with other pimps and traffickers in the Virginia Beach area, as mentioned earlier. He often joins different gangs in different cities. He is very, very, evil and confessed to being a very evil person.
He is also a rat, and has the police on his side now. He is a male prostitute and street walker. He loves taking dick in his anal, giving head to other men, making love to them, kissing them in the mouth, and then giving his dick all the ugly thirsty, funky-pussy, freaks that love him. He and his little collection of prostitutes are of the reasons I’m always getting snitched on. He also likes sucking every single dick in town for crack and ramen noodles which is one of the main reasons he loses his temper. He was just released on March 25th 2022, after serving a 8 year sentence in Saint Brides Correctional Facility in Chesapeake ,Virginia for pandering and a number of other federal charges. Where is is really from is unknown. I was being heavily trafficked by this guy in 2014 inside a Henrico Hotel and I really hope he never ever finds me again. As far as whore houses and strip clubs, let’s just say I done seen enough and I won’t go back. Those bitches are gross, and so are the tricks and pimps. I don’t even wanna interview, dance, or meet those girls. It’s too dangerous for me. That kind of environment was the lowest form of humanity known to man.
I do not wan’t to be anywhere near someone who would victimize me. I do not have a team of rescuers standing by my side nor do I trust people. Most of them have nothing to offer me, not even support. They’re fake, hateful, nasty, racist, and useless.
I’ll never be a groupie for any nxgga or bxtch
Besides not having a trauma bond with this particular trafficker, another reason I did not respond is because I do not have Hybristophilia. Hybristophillia is a person who is sexually attracted to people who commit dangerous and atrocious crimes. They become sexually aroused and act like groupies. People with this twisted perversion called Hybristophilia, tend to think they are are Bonnie & Clyde.
According to a 2014 Richmond Times news article, James has three loyal prostitutes from California associated with his case, and is involved in a human trafficking ring that I want no parts of. I haven’t heared from him since the last letter in July of 2021 and I’m hoping he won’t make my stomach sink to floor by finding me once this monster is released. When he was abusing me, I never felt so low and useless in all of my life. He was the first person to ever beat me up, but he wasn’t the last. The nasty, abusive trafficker was released from prison, and luckily, I haven’t heard from or seen the nasty man since. I hope I never do, not even a decade from now. I hope the racist fag meets the faggot of his dreams and lives his life happily ever after.
Alot of my enemies (all of whom are gay male homosexuals and bisexual and lesbian females) are stuck in the past. They continue to hurt and harass me for decade after decade. A lot of the sickening people are extremely obsessed with me and disrespectful. They will stalk me or spy on me with out my knowledge and then come back to physically, sexually, harass, threaten, or mentally harm me months, years or even decades after I told them to stay away from me. I always assume that they went away for good, and that they will not come back to harm me again. Then when they find me and harm me, people will tell me I “allowed” them to do it, or I told them where I was or I did the harm to “myself”. They want me to look like a dumb person. That’s why I never confide in anyone or tell people my problems anymore. I literally do not have a voice around them. I get abused and neglected EVEN MORE. I do not enjoy talking to more sickening people about personal problems or abuse. As they become more curious and obsessed, they will violate my privacy by planting illegal eavesdropping devices or tracking devices to find out what they wanna know anyway, which is very gross, violating, and hurtful. They rarely get caught.
Their level of narcissism, greed, hate, and racism has stopped 90% of my normal activities, goals, aspirations, or special interest
Their Narcissistic abuse, hate, racism, and sloppiness affects me every day. They keep thinking I want something from them. What is there to want? As I stated before, most of them don’t even want me to have basic clothes, medication, food, and water. Why would I have high expectations for anything else around people that are sick, homosexual, and selfish? Why would I want anything around fiends, adulterers, the illiterate, thieves, lesbians, transexuals, bisexuals, college grad gay bullies, pedophiles, crooked dirty cops, baby killers, animal abusers, child molesters, sex offenders, murderers, rapist, inbreeders, the morbidly obese, and the racist prostitutes? Do not keep telling me what I can’t have.
Other facts you didn’t know about me that readers need to know: Fags can have that life
I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING. I REPEAT, I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING FROM ANY OF YOU PEOPLE. I’M NOT GAY, I’M NOT A BUM, AND I’M NOT MILDLY RETARDED, OR A CLONE. I WASN’T ASSIGNED TO RIDE A SHORT YELLOW BUS BACK IN SCHOOL. I RODE THE LONG ONE. I WASN’T BORN A MAN NOR HAVE I EVER WISHED TO BE ONE AND NOR HAVE I NEVER WENT UNDERCOVER DRESSED AS ONE. I DO NOT HAVE FRIENDS. I DO NOT HAVE AN EXTERNAL FAMILY. I DO NOT HAVE SISTERS OR BROTHERS. I DO NOT LIKE CRACK/MOLLY/HEROIN/METH DEALERS NOR DO I WANT THEM NEAR ME. I’M NOT A FOLLOWER I’M A LEADER. I DO NOT ASSOCIATE WITH DRUG KINGPINS. I’VE NEVER DATED A WOMAN AND I DO NOT LIKE GAY, HOMOSEXUAL, OR BISEXUAL MEN/BROS. I DO NOT USE INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, TIK TOK, SNAPCHAT, OR TWITTER. I’M ALSO NOT A PROSTITUTE, ESCORT, PORN STAR, OR STRIPPER. I WILL NOT HAVE SEX/INCEST WITH YOU AND/OR YOUR FAMILIES. DON NOT BOTHER TRYING TO FORCE ME. I’M NOT INTERESTED IN DATING OR MARRIAGE. I AM NOT LOOKING FOR EMPLOYMENT EITHER. I DO NOT PUT IN EMPLOYMENT APPLICATIONS. I DO NOT WANT TO WORK. I’M A WRITER. I’M NOT LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO STAY AND I’M NOT INTERESTED. I’M NOT LOOKING FOR A RECORD DEAL EITHER. I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO ABUSE ME, LIE ON ME, OR FRAME ME FOR YOUR PROBLEMS. FACE YOUR OWN. I’M NOT WRITING ALL OF THIS SO YOU CAN CONTINUE TO HARASS ME, I’M SAYING THIS SO YOU PEOPLE CAN STOP BEING SO OBSESSED AND FINALLY GROW UP AND FALL BACK. IT’S SICK HOW MOST OF THEM ARE STUCK ON TALKING DOWN ON ME AND SADISTICALLY OBSESSED WITH TORTURING ME. You people can curve me. You’ve been abusing and neglecting me all my life. Why stop now ? They tell each other not to give me anything and they tell everybody not to like me. They tell each other how to treat me. They plot together. They snitch together. They conspire together They hate together. They do everything together. Those kind of people are all around me.
I chose this path myself, no one else encouraged me to save my body. They were all sexual predators. Most of them going both ways. I’m celibate. Celibacy is when you save yourself from marriage and sexual relations. I don’t believe in marriage. I’ve seen too many people having affairs, being gay, swinging, planting hidden cameras, being HIV +, and having incest and gay incest. I’ve also seen instances of people serving a life sentence for spreading AIDS. A lot of homosexual people do not just have one partner, they have multiple, or even hundreds. Sometimes HIV positive people might tamper with the condoms, poke holes through them, or try to make them bust on purpose. It is also important for people that do have the virus, use precautions when sleeping with another infected person, because their strand or viral load of HIV might not be the same as the other infected person, which could turn worsen, and turn into full-blown AIDS.
If you ever see two of the same gender doing any of the following, it is a life threatening red flag:
feeling each other up, smacking each other on the buttocks but pretend to be playing
Making you do strip search or asking you to remove your clothes
calling each other lovey dovey names such as bae, boo, hun, sweetheart, mama, girl, etc…
“two girl” escort specials
same gender sleeping in the bed together everyday
kissing in the mouth
watching gay porn
texting, chatting, hugging, or flirting inappropriately
wearing clothes of the opposite gender
Grinding on each other at a club or party
A specific gender fantasying over the same gender. Two or more people of the same gender spending way too much quality time alone together or on trips or at frat parties
More obvious signs:
supporting and watching gay tv/movies/videos
using gay dating apps or posting sex ads that cater to the same gender
One who attends gay pride festivals
people who wear a rainbow flag/button/emoji, or symbol or have it hanging in front of their house/yard
males wearing makeup and/or nail polish/fake fingernails/fake hair
People who share sex toys
a person who goes to gay clubs/revues/drag shows
a person who takes a lot of of medication or drugs
a person who looks malnourished or extremely frail
one who shoots dope or uses dirty needles
Please do not take any of these things lightly. Exit the LGBTQ environment immediately.
Abstinence is when you refrain from something. That is what I am doing. Refraining from sex and drugs. I will never have sex again. It is very, very, gross, violating, and sickening. Sex to me is like eating a bowl of vomit and pee mixed together. I’m scared straight forever. I will never sleep with another fuccing man ever, ever, again. Abstinence is the best decision I have ever made in my entire life. Ten years from today, I will still be single, abstinent, and HIV negative. Some people think I’m slow, but I rather be slow than a fast a$$. It feels awesome refraining from risky activities such as sex and drugs.
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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.
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 MintLounge 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 Paradise2Gentlemen’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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ChesapeakeCity 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, BethanyBatson, 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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Pedophiles:Victimization in the state of Virginia
I have ran away from Virginia so many times, to start a new life and wherever I went there was some creep (men and women because I guess they go both ways) waiting to take advantage, try to traffick me, or ruin my life because I lacked support all around me. Alot of the people in the Hampton Roads area can not be trusted. I called the head of the shelters and programs who abuse and neglect their intakes, but most of them are still declining to speak with me. Most of the people are still getting charged with incest, rape, and sex with minors. A lot of them seem to be heavily into pedophilia, hebophilia, ephebophilia, which is why I continue keep a safe distance as much as possible. When they were finished raping my body, they will neglected me and acted as nasty and brutal towards me as they possibly could and will refused to treat me any better than that. A lot of the perpetrators and abusers can’t tell the difference between a human and an animal or a child and a grown adult. Some of them will even have sex with an animal which is called bestiality or sodomy. It is a crime against nature and is very common, which makes my stomach turn daily. The sickos who abuse and neglect animals are another whole subject.
Some of the predators families are very close and they horrifically neglect their whole family or even a complete stranger in the worst way. They are molesting, raping and abusing children. The most disgusting crime in America. I was a special education substitute teacher for four years for the Suffolk Public Schoolssystem (before I was brutally attacked and forced into trafficking and set up), only to find out most of the children are illiterate because they were incest bred. Some of the children I tought were the offspring of crack and heroin users children. While I was employed with the school (from 2012-2014), I didn’t know I could be targeted. I also didn’t know how important it was to stay away from certain people and enviroments because of the type of positition I was in. No one taught me any safety skills during my lifetime, or how not to talk to strangers or pedophiles and ephebophile relatives or nasty looking people (I didnt know who most of them were) and my lack of knowledge on staying safe and staying prepared led to my downfall. Everyone around me was so nasty and gross towards me, I was forced to fend for myself.
In most cases, children who are being abused are removed from the home and placed in the foster care system because they were being neglected. Some of them are forced to live in the same house with their abusers, even if they have already been removed from the home. Another thing that horrifies me, is the fact that homosexual couples are able to adopt children. The world is brutal. There are approximately 2 million LGBTQ families currently trying to adopt children. Currently about 4 percent all of adopted children are being raised by them and 3 percent of foster children are being raised by that type of community alone.
In Virginia rape is a felony that holds a sentence of five years to life.Incest is a class 1 misdemeanor. It is forbidden to have sexual intercourse with someone you are forbidden to marry regardless of age (relatives, blood related DNA family members). Anyone who has sexual intercourse with his daughter, granddaughter, son, grandson, father, or mother is guilty of a class 5 Felony. Pandering is the act of receiving money from a male or female prostitute which is a class 4 felony. If they are under 18, it is a class 3 felony. I have also witnessed some of these people committing these horrible crimes when I was incarcerated and also, when I was forced into stripping by an extremely abusive pimp at the club Pure Diamonds (off and on from 2007-2011) in Portsmouth, Virginia (also known as Pistol City-which basically means you have to have a pistol to survive -which means I do not like that city anymore at all), which has had the highest HIV rate and high school drop out rate in Hampton roads (which holds a population of 1.7 million) since 2019. They can be prosecuted, but a lot of those predators are getting away because no one seems to want to listen to my story.
Here are a list of only a few of the horrifying experiences I have had meeting predatory stalkers, online scammers, pedophiles, bullies, rapist, human traffickers, and drug traffickers. They are all people of African-American decent. The following information is all based on a true story, my very own life. I often receive death threats and hate mail from unknown people, so I hide or cover my face. Attracting these types of sociopaths and narcissist, has a lot to do with being severely neglected and in a constant state of emergency. The amount of harrassment I have recieved from the following people, makes me feel like I am going to fill up a whole bath tub with vomit. They are disgusting and the harrassment has been going on for many years.
A list of known rapist, traffickers, and inbreeders
Jajuan Eley: The gun-toting party animal and social media thug
Jajuan Eley also known as “Jay or Juan” carries a gun a rapes single women. He also tries to force them into trafficking cocaine and marijuana. The mother of his daughter is a lame, and a very nosey woman. He has a young daughter and can be seen in the Tidewater area of Virginia, but his exact whereabouts are unknown. I don’t know much about this guy, other than that fact that he is a heavy weight drug trafficker and goes to parties, that he sometimes throws himself. I met him on Facebook, hung around him a few times around 2019-2020, but the idea of hanging around someone who trafficks drugs and weapons, goes to wild parties and sleeps around with random women and girls just didn’t look that appealing to me. I haven’t heard from him since, and I’m very glad this bully went away.
Thomas Johnson: The sickening, whoremongering, stalker and amateur pornstar
Thomas Johnson also known as “Tom Johnz”- rapes , tortured and sex trafficks women from broken homes. He often lures the victims online, or in clubs or house “parties” (most of them being consisted of prostitution and wild sex and drug abuse) and will invite the victim back to his house or hotel. Once he has the victim alone to himself, he will proceed to sexually torture the victim and hold them for hostage forcing them to sleep with him and lacing them with drugs such as rat poison. Sometimes it is best to just back down when you see something sketchy like a “crack house” type environment, for your own safety, but I didn’t use any wise judgement during my experience with Johnson. He also stalks prostitutes, strippers and other women in the sex industry by following them every where they go and forcing them into sex work. He will even go so far as to stalk their house or job. Most of his women are naïve and will protect him even if he is dead wrong. He will also record women performing sexual acts with him for a profit. He will expose the videos to the entire porn industry, internet, and around the hood. After he is done with his women he degrades them and treats them like they’re lesbians and abandon them to the sex industry. He often exploits various women by showing off their photos to his new potiental victims and buyers. He also tries very hard to traffick women in the prison and jail system because he feels like they have then become a piece of worthless property. He has a tendency to stalk someone for a period of years and will sometimes keep a job to cover up his illegal activities. I learned these things about Thomas “Tom Johnz” Johnson because oneline day, while I was conversating with Thomas Johnson (whom I met on Twitter) at a trap house in Newport News, Virginia, shortly after meeting him, he stepped out of the room and into the kitchen and I proceeded to pick up his cell phone. I’m not a Nosey person, I’m just careful about who I meet, make friends with, date or interview. After snooping through the phone, I found tons of sexual acts recorded on video with him having sex with different women (mostly black) and lots of child pornography. I then fled, and told myself I would never speak to the creep again. Having people like that in my circle just isn’t my style. It never was. He is also heavily associated with Dub J (a cold hearted pimp and killer), Mike (also known as “Banks” a high quality drug trafficker ) , Mawv (also known as “Gorgeous Gangster” on the internet, who is another high quality drug trafficker and pimp), Millz (a deceased Jamaican restaurant owner who was killed ) , Nikki (a stripper and madam in Virginia Beach ) and a list of other unknown traffickers in Virginia Beach. Thomas “Tom Johnz” Johnson is also a rapper and have recorded several tracks including tracks with Mawv (the Gorgeous Gangster) in a Virginia Beach studio. The music sucked bad and only street thugs heard it.
Thomas Johnson is a nasty dangerous person and any one coming in contact with him should be on their Ps and Qs. He has the cruelest attitude in the “seven five seven” area. He is the type to kidnap prostitutes, hold them hostage, rape and torture them, record the action and distribute it amongst anyone sickening enough to watch it. He likes to troll most of his victims on all different types of social media and dating apps. You also have to have a strong mental when dealing with this type of sociopath because if he tries to set you up or poison you, you need to be ready. I went to Norfolk City court in 2019 to get a restraining order against this nasty rapist and stalker and the white cracker judge said there was not enough evidence to file one. I was sickened and disgusted because this gross nasty, hateful, cruel, pimp has been harassing me and stalking me every since I first saw him. He can be seen in the Tidewater and Peninsula areas of Virginia and also in South Carolina, Jersey City,New Jersey, New York and other areas on the east coast. I was last contacted by this sickening stalker on October 26, 2020 and I told him to fuck off. He tried to go back and forth, but I only kept sending the emails to spam. It’s been a little over a year and I haven’t heard from him since, but he may still be lurking, waiting to catch me lacking in the near future. I hope I never see this disgusting who’re mongering bully again.
Carlos Lee Wilson: The racist black boy
Carlos Lee Wilson also known as “Los the Ghost” or “Los with the Most” or just “Los” is a gangland monster whom I met on the Boost Mobile walkie talkie phone back in 2005, immediately after I was abandoned and neglected by my children’s father. Wilson carries and gun (usually a .45 Caliber handgun or a .38 revolver), rapes single women who he feels are mentally unstable, broken, and lack family support in the home and initiates them into gangs. He has a fetish for treating Caucasian women better than African American. I begin to assume Wilson was a racist. After he befriended me for over ten years, he left Virginia to go live with a Caucasian female in Lancaster, Pennsylvania whom I’ve never met. His Caucasian woman, started harassing me with random phone text accusing me of sleeping with him when I was all the way in Atlanta,Georgia, searching for housing somewhere between 2015 and 2017. I wasn’t sleeping with Wilson, but she didn’t believe me. I was forced to go no contact with him, behind the weird white woman he fell in love with. Wilson also has an aunt infected with HIV, who was last living in Norfolk, VA (whom I met only once) and a brother named Meeko, who is a convicted rapist who spent many years in a Virginia State Prison (who tried to get me to side with him a very long time ago after being introduced by Wilson). Wilson was never around any of the times I got into gang beef. I realized he was a fraud and a liar after leaving me for dead. His cousin, a man named Steve, also spent several long years in prison. Wilson never did any time, but his whole circle has.
Wilson is the type who will stalk your social media pages for years and also traffick your family. He is very sneaky, and seems to have all the time in the world to plot on his victims. He can be seen in the Nottoway County, Blackstone areas of Virginia, Norfolk and also in Pennsylvania. I last saw him in 2020 in Suffolk Virginia and hope to never ever see or hear from this goofy guy again. Wilson is also a big time illegal drug trafficker, specializing in the distribution of ectasy pills (also known as “E”, or “beans”). The pills are colorful, have cartoon images and smiley faces on them, and can range anywhere between $5-15 for just one pill. It is a very dangerous drug and it’s use should not be taken lightly. Wilson also has a lot of connections in the music industry including students who went to Full Sail. I haven’t heard from him since. What a relief. (No photo available)
DeShaunda Randall Mizelle & the Randall family: The inbreeding, greedy, neglectful pigs
DeShaunda Randall Mizelle & the Randall family, whose grossly narcissistic family is closely related to my birth mother Stacy Towns. Their family is extremely infested with incest and nastiness. Stacy, who was born in Newark, New Jersey, is a substitute teacher in Virginia who is always forcing my enemies upon me. Stacy also had several abortions and is pro abortion, and did not want to keep me, but did anyway. Stacy is a child abuser and always will be. She loves to hit and beat children. She never served time for anything she did to me or my children. Yuck!
The Randall family will stalk your house and social media, plot on your family, their own family and sleep with their own blood related family members and live in years of denial about what they have done regardless of the physical, emotional and psychological damage they leave upon their victims. “Shaunda” for short, was known to have sexual intercourse (incest) with her male cousins and knowingly seduce and steal wealthy men from their girlfriends before she got married. She has 2 sons, whom I never want to see or play video games with my kid. She had incest with one of her cousins in particular named Cordero Hardy whom I know nothing about. Hardy recently came to my birth mothers home on July 3rd, 2021 and I hid in the bedroom to avoid nasty energy and I am not aware of the long pre Fourth of July conversation he had with Stacy Towns. I didn’t want to know. Mizelle also stole wealthy John’s from their escorts. Before her husband married her, he was the type to spend lots of money on local strippers and I believe she was very impressed and wanted that lifestyle for herself. Also, before she was married, she had sex with “Steve”(Carlos Lee Wilson’s cousin ) after only a few minutes of meeting him.
The Randall family and all of their entire circle, is very messy, weird, gay, and funny acting. They also have pedophiles, hebophiles, ephebophiles, and big, funky looking hateful, butch lesbians in their family who like to prey upon children and young women who are incapable of financially or mentally taking care of their own kids. Most of them suffer from numerous health problems including obesity and diabetes. They like to harass and physically and emotionally abuse and torture the mentally handicapped until they are no longer able to speak or take care of themselves. Once they abuse and torture their victims, which are usually their own family, they will abandon and completely disown the family member they no longer want. The family member will end up in a facility such as a nursing home, shelter, mental institution or even outside, instead of being housed in one of their in their large wealthy homes. They are very racist black people, and sickening towards me. For me, going near them, can be life threatening, weird, and scary.
Randall-Mizelle has a large dysfunctional family. Her relatives include a relative named Darnell Randall who is the father of Shameka C. Warren (Warren is also very nasty and gay towards me). Warren’s mother and stepfather bailed me from Chesapeake City Jail on a gang related charge, so that I could be reunited with my two sons and so that they wouldn’t be neglected by anyone. Mizelle’s other relatives include an uncle named Ervin “Leo” Randall who is a former gang member who lives in Norfolk, Virginia and was also incarcerated at Chesapeake City Jail on a driving charge. Mizelle has a sister named Shanelle Randall Mendez who couldn’t hold a job at Food Lion, the Alcohol Beverage Control store or anywhere else, and a father named Ernie “Jerome” Randall who is a greedy, selfish, retired military soldier that wouldn’t help the victims of his own family if they were on the side of the road crying, screaming,or suffering from immense physical pain and torture. Ernie is a sick, greedy, fag, and was never a uncle to me throughout my life. Ernie Randall has a wife who goes by the nickname “Niecey” who is very funny acting and ”off” and I don’t know anything about her other than the fact that she stayed closely married to Ernie Randall since they were in high school and is a gold digger. I don’t like their family. They’re weird, abnixious and cruel. When reproducing, they have no problem wanting their children to be deformed.
Shaunda Mizelle also has a cousin named Devin Hardy whose mother, Shonda Hardy gave up for adoption. Devin Hardy spent over 7 years of his early adult life in a federal prison after the death of his legal guardian Helen “Bunny” Hardy. Randall-Mizelle also has a great-great grandmother who is deceased by the name of Blanche Randall who worked at Planters Peanut factory for thirty years and a mentally and terminally Ill aunt named Sylvia Randall who spent time working at a occupational center and working on the trustee board, missionary team,choir, and usher board at her church, and is now left dying in a nursing home. I don’t visit the nursing home because I don’t like the way the staff look or the run down facility environment period. As a matter of fact I don’t like any type of facilities, especially ones that are ran by the government nor do I like being around old or young women. I can not visit or speak to any of Randall-Mizelles family members. They just aren’t right. They are inbreeders, and they are very nasty and unnatural, especially towards me. I don’t want to be anywhere near their gross, greedy, sickening family.
The entire Randall, Mizelle, Hardy and their extended family is known to laugh, tease, beat, and humiliate me while I am suffering. They are well known for neglecting and abusing me and leaving the physical evidence present. After they have done that, they will move on to abuse another member of their family. They will leave a heavy abusive impact on your life that can never be healed if children are involved.
The inbreeding family has a lot of money, and they throw a lot of “parties” (that I will never attend) so their inbreeding, homosexual, tactics usually go unnoticed. They are almost always in a situation where they have to go to someone’s funeral. Just recently, someone on my mothers side living in Hastings, Florida with a last name of Arnold passed away. The girl, lady, whomever she was, was not in my life. I don’t know anything about any Arnolds outside of my two kids. I’ve been on my own my whole life. I’ve never had a family. My mother’s family can be found in the Suffolk area of Virginia but also have relatives New York, South Carolina, and Florida and I’ve only met them a couple times. They were never in my life. Those nasty, greedy, looking people abused and abandoned me. They’re sick. I don’t know who my family really is and I dont want to know them ever again. Randall-Mizelle has relatives who live on the same suburban street of my birth mother and every now and then, when I am talking a walk, I see them. Sometimes they speak to me on purpose just to make me nauseous, and it is not a laughing matter. Their abuse is very serious, and life threatening.
I have spent the past 17 years trying to flee the Virginia area. I wanted to move to another state, get a job, live peacefully, raise my sons, graduate from college, live the American dream with a white picket fence, and got absolutely no where trying to successfully escape the nightmare. I always get stalked, bullied and harrassed, discriminated against, and sometimes molested by nosey, abusive men or stalked by a bunch of inbreeding hillbilly people who have no regard for human life. The abuse and neglect gets more sickening, gross, and disturbing as the years pass by. I just don’t want them around me, nor do I want to be anywhere near them or their associates and counterparts. My American dream has faded away, and I no longer strive to be rich. As a matter of fact, I’ve been molested and abandoned by these faggot people so much, that I like being homeless. Being homeless is better than their unnatural, nasty, abuse. Even suicide is better. I also made a decision to stay from all other sickening, weird, black racist people that are nasty and act just like them, because they will treat me just as bad, and will protect them instead of me. Gross!
Using Witchcraft to solve on-going issues
Around 2019 or 2020, After witnessing the Mizelle family on my mother’s block, she had the nerve to speak to me. I didn’t want to see the nasty girl. Following that, there was an old picture of me and Randall-Mizelle in my mother’s family photo album that I found. I was around four or five in the photo. I cropped Mizelle out of the photo, drew an X over her face, set a black candle atop the photo, poured black arts oil on it, waited until it finished burning, and then threw the picture into a couldron fire. I was also burning a black crucifix candle, still mourning the loss of my birth father. My mother pulled up on me, saw the picture burning and was very angry, and decided to protect her niece instead of me. Again, I want no parts of their humiliating family. Any one who doesn’t like what I practice or doesn’t understand why, can’t get the hell off me and mind their business. People won’t stop being gross and nasty towards me, they don’t want me to have anywhere to live, and I’m not done explaining the grossness and hatred that they are causing me to feel. I haven’t heard from those ungrateful snitching pigs since, and I’m still not feeling safe, because they might creep back, and try to molest me, sell me, and torture me again.