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!

I am officially racist toward all black people, and I never want to be near another one again, even if they’re mixed with black

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. 

I’m Anti-“po po”, Anti- police brutality- no police presence allowed

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.

The entire black community in America has caused me permanent, tremendous pain: I have the same color skin and they don’t care  

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!

An example of the amount of vomit the stinky bullies make me produce daily

A letter to my most dangerous enemies: You people make me feel extremely sickening and gross. The wilderness and extreme poverty is better than being around you.

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.

The sex trafficker that tried to murder me has just been released from Prison: I hope to never see this negligent fag again 

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.

Stone cold killers and haters that are stuck in the past 

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’m remaining celibate and abstinent forever: Contracting & Spreading HIV=Life behind bars 

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 

holding hands 

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.

Avoiding hidden Cameras : Extreme Sadists,Voyeurs, Evil peeping toms, rental locations, hotels, spies, crooked cops, police busts, and stalkers 

Since people are being extremely gay, close, and violating towards me all across America, and insist on sexually or physically assaulting me and then making me feel left out, I decided to take more safety precaution. Something was just off about the people I’ve been trusting. I started feeling like I was being spied on in 2015 when I had a public housing apartment somewhere in the Tidewater area of Virginia. At the time, I was being forced into HUMAN TRAFFICKING, so I traveled alot. After coming back from NYC, there was an intruder on my couch. That is when the surveillance and stalking started. I ended up trying to illegally purchase a gun, immediately after being hospitalized because the stalkers and spies started driving me to insanity. It was the wrong move. The whole area was absolutely disgusting. There was prostitutes, dope fiends, and dirty, nasty, nosey, and ignorant people everywhere. I eventually lost my apartment after only a few months, moved out and relocated with my mother. I have been getting stalked every since. Blocked calls, threatening emails, rapists and clients popping up my mothers door, etc. It has been nothing but a living sickening nightmare that I can’t wake up from because the sickos keep coming back for me. I will never move to the projects, public housing, or apply for section 8 ever again. 

Six years later, after the stalking started, Around September 2021, I started studying surveillance. I purchased a anti-Spy Cam device after watching an old episode of Inside Edition on hidden cameras inside of hotels. One of the hotels busted for spy cameras was the Knights Inn, located in Virginia Beach on the Ocean front. My heart sank. I never stayed in that particular hotel, but after watching a few more hidden camera episodes, I knew I was being watched a few of the times I was being trafficked in the hotels, as well as in house brothels. The episodes also uncovered the uncleanliness of the hotels and how an unclean environment can make a person sick. After watching, I vomited for a few days but I eventually called a private investigator after the spy device went off all over my mothers house, including the bedroom and bathroom, but not in the garage. I did the sweep over 8 times on several different days and got the same results. I didn’t bother to call the police because they are BRUTAL, SICK, and NASTY to me. They treat my life like its trash just because a few unsupportive dirty, ugly-faced rapist men, and faggot women hate me. Their funky, faggot, lesbian-pussy asses are very hurtful and faggot. Anyways, the P.I. charged me $400 to search the house, but I was unable to get them over there because my mother is the type who wouldn’t let them in. It is illegal to spy in the bathroom, shower, and bedroom. It is legal to plant cameras in common areas such as outside the property, in the living room or kitchen. The cameras must be disclosed. Sometimes the creeps and peeping toms that spy use the content from the Spy cams to post on adult sites, or to stream online or to sell or show off to the world. Technology has drastically improved over the years so a hidden camera could be as small as a dot. They can be planted in pens, eyeglasses, watches, clocks, teddy bears, key fobs, TV’s, electrical outlets- just about anything. They aren’t very expensive either. Some of the high tech cameras will fall asleep when there is no motion. The battery and footage can last for years. Always be careful when traveling, selling yourself or being romantic, renting a new property or staying in a motel or hotel.

I used the anti-spy device at the OYO Hotel while I was on a recent road trip (alone), and it didn’t go off. I felt safe, but I new it was only for a short time. I stayed for four days before departing. Of course, I felt like I was going to vomit because of the mistreatment and abuse I was headed back to. On December 13, 2021, I used the device at Motel 6 in Washington D.C. and it went off after doing the sweep 2-3 times. I kept my clothes on the whole time I was in the room and showered in the dark. I will never stay there again and to this day I’m still inside my mothers house waking up every morning feeling disgusted and sick to my stomach because I know that the narcissistic, predatory, envious, stalking, psychopaths are still watching me and they might eventually feed into their sick, twisted, desires and come back to hurt me once again. When they do no one will care.

Fritzgerald: The Ugly Stalker I met on Facebook 

Fritzgerald who goes by “Fritty Bass” is a rapist I met on Facebook. He loves to trick women into being his girlfriend but sleeps around. He informed me that has two daughters who sell nail polish (something I don’t wear because it looks homosexual) for a living. He will drive to your house by his self then eventually start trafficking you. He will bring his family to your front door to rape you and act like he’s your friend. He has a brother named Roy who is in and out of jail and loves to rape vulnerable innocent women while they are under the influence of some kind of drug. He also has a “sister” named “Barbie” (which is a stripper name) who is a stripper, lives in the beach area oceanfront projects, working at her home club “LA” on Bonney Rd in Virginia Beach, Virginia and is a whole whore, bouncing around from club to club. She yells and verbally abuses her own children calling them all kinds of nasty names. She shakes her funky ass and sleeps with whores and her baby father when she is not stripping. She is a miserable and cruel type of dyking whore. After being introduced to her through this man, a couple of times, I thought her attitude and skank behavior was disgusting. I don’t sit well with those type of people. All of her whore friends are heartless, sluts, and freaks. Once you realize who this person is and how his family is and decide you want no parts, he will stalk you. His mother loves on Tynes st in Suffolk Virginia. He will also humiliate and embarrass you in front of the whole city taking you to different dope houses and crack houses for having a drug habit such as cocaine, alcohol, crack or other habit. He can be found on the east coast in the Norfolk area of Virginia , and in Miami, Florida but his actual whereabouts are unknown. He likes to steal from stores and petty larceny is one of his many hustles. On May 3rd 2021, this creep sent me a friend request on Facebook, that I ignored. I eventually deleted my entire Facebook, because of the brutal hate mail and harassment I kept getting from unknown stalkers. On December 15th, 2021 around 1:00pm Fritzgerald popped up at my mothers doorstep looking for me. My stomach cringed and it started to do a 360. I did not want to see or hear from this man ever again. I told my mother to tell him I do not want to speak with him and felt sick to my stomach and AGGRAVATED for being stalked and HARRASSED for so long. I’m not to fond of racist, nasty, narcissistic, abusive stuck up uncle toms who think they’re too good to take my no for an answer. Those type of people love making my stomach turn on purpose. I haven’t heard from the fake nasty man or his racist black circle since.

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

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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