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Monday, July 16, 2018

Anastasia Beaverlodgin and Anastasia Beaverdamin: My Life As Fag Being Unwillingly Hagged


In the world of fag hags, there are the Anastasia Beaverhausen's, the Miny Cohn's and then there are the other kind.  It's a world that I've never been a part of simply because I didn't really want a hag of my own.  The read on this phenomenon is that they are really heterosexual women that primarily hang out with gay men.  The problem usually arises when their lives become totally pathetic and they stop seeing heterosexual men and start solely being around gay men.  The line, for them, becomes blurred between what is real and what is impossible.

For lack of a better way of explaining this...a round peg does not fit in a square hole.  The two don't fit.  Most of the time the fag hag starts to involve herself way more than the gay man wants.  He'll start going over to friend's homes and there she is.  She'll start talking to the boyfriend of the gay man and decide that he's not good enough for her bestie.  In the worst case scenario, the fag hag starts to think that she too is a gay man and that there is little difference sexually between having sex with a man and having sex with a woman.  In the very worst case scenario the fag hag begins to think about anal sex and she has an anal sex area that is exactly the same as a man.  Um, no it isn't.  It's completely a different experience...it's about a man and a woman's body and sexuality.  A woman is not a man and vice versa.

So how did I get so lucky to have two lesbians become my unwanted fag hags?  It's a weird combination of self protection for one and utter obsession with all things gay for the other.  One is out and proud of being a lesbian the other is closeted, in love with the first lesbian, but uses me to find her all things gay...including women and men.  I like to call Missy Pissy, Anastasia Beaverdamin' and Lori LaFond, Anastasia Beaverlodgin', because of the huge size of her vagina.  A whole family of beavers could live in that one...she could dam up the Colorado River.  Missy is Beaverdamin because nobody can cut off a beaver faster than Missy Pissy.  For our purposes, I'm just going to say Missy and Lori.

My "relationship" with these two fag hags is different.  All the intrusiveness is there, but it's done from a distance.  There is one girl, Missy, that uses me to keep the other from getting in to her business.  I'm the kind of gay man that has lots of gay friends of all varieties.  I love lesbians, gay men, trans and whatever flavor the rainbow sends me...but I am sexually attracted to men only.  Masculine men.  It's just me.  Using remote neural monitoring, Lori has involved herself in every aspect of my life (my sister's too through me).  Lori is closeted with a weird anal sex thing...so she thinks that all gay men would do that for her if she could just follow me around long enough to find one that is willing.   Missy, on the other hand, is more likely to use me and my experiences to scrape Lori off on to me.  You see, as a closeted lesbian, Lori doesn't go to gay clubs or anything that would look lesbian.  Lori will go to a gay men's clothing optional resort so she can say she's striking a blow for "women's rights" but she's really just there to fuck with gay men.  If she were really there for "women's equality" why doesn't she take her clothes off and sunbathe.  It's because her attraction to gay men serves a monitary purpose as well as a sadistic one.

Missy would rather scrape her off on me, so that she can have her own lesbian relationships without Lori getting involved, which she does anyway.  Lori's theory, if they all don't sample me sexually, how can they know if I'm not the right person for them.  Literally she offers herself up as a smörgåsbord of sexual favors to gay men and women, but if she does this with a gay man, that still closets her lesbianism, but it isn't doing a thing for getting her laid.  The one group of people Lori isn't interested in, at all, is heterosexual men, unless it's Bryan Anderson who is a cop.  He's willing to co-sign her bullshit facade.  So any female is optional as long as it is closeted and any gay man is okay for Lori as long as he is controllable.  That's where the remote neural monitoring assists both women.  Missy can watch me and tell Lori all about the people that I've been talking to all day and that will send Ms. "I know everything about him" into a frenzy of research and stalking which allows Missy to party and have lesbian friends.

Believe me, if Missy strays one tiny bit from her routine with "acceptable" friends for her, Lori is on her like some kind of wife beating woman. She keeps track of Missy like she is her wife.   Where is she, how long is she gone, why didn't she call me...all these kinds of obsessive thoughts go through Lori's mind and phone.  Lori's the type of person that will call you a thousand times when you go to the store to make sure you aren't abandoning her.  It's how she keeps control.  Of course, she always knows what Missy is doing and saying because she too is remote neurally monitored.

I'm the person that they both use.  I'm the guy that Lori loves to mistreat and Missy uses that as a shield for her own activity.  This is why Missy is here.  She wants Lori to leave her alone so if Missy can make enough of Lori's violent fantasies come true, she won't bother her.  So Missy uses me and  my sister to keep Lori at bay, but the only problem is that Lori is homicidal about me and my family.  She loves to cause pain and death is her ultimate orgasm.  That's why my brother in law was killed by Lori's uncle and that's why someone took a shot at me in San Diego.  It's Lori's blood lust for killing someone that Missy is relying upon to keep her and her family safe.  It's not legal and it is like double extortion.  Pawning Lori's psychoses off on me is Missy's way of dumping her own problems with her.

So it is no wonder that when the heat turned up in Palm Springs after Lori and Brian robbed Steven Frey, they all came out here to fag hag me.  The two Beaversomethings, their support crew, their drugs and their computers.  The contacting of my sister became more often, and then her husband started getting phone calls or texts and eventually David, Missy and Bessie took a trip to see her and rob me.  You have to understand, Lori needs constant upkeep.  She constantly needs maintenance for her sexual drive which is mostly fueled by sadistic behavior like tying someone up, biting them, beating them over the head, intentionally infecting them and then implanting them so that they become players in her own world.  The more victims that there are, the more people Missy can shield herself with.  Still illegal.

Missy's biggest two mantras were, "Don't tell Kevin about anything" and "keep Lori happy" but you don't see Missy making her happy sexually or through anything but spending time around her.  If someone talked to me, that would ruin her permanent shield and, of course, that would put Missy in danger from her past experiences with Lori...some illegal.

Lori is constantly saying, "Make me feel better" to all of the slaves she still owns in her home.  That spells danger for me and my family.  The only thing that makes her feel better are drugs, stolen items, death, contacting someone or anything that makes me feel pain.  Since this started with me at 19, you can imagine what my life has been like with a girl that constantly needs me to be in pain.  Before that, she got her sadist rush, out of outing me in high school and trying to have people beat me up.

The only way I can describe what this is like is waking up in a high speed chase every single day of my life.  Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, all year long...with talking for about fifteen years straight.  If that isn't an obsession, then there is no such thing.  Basically, I've become a human dating and terror machine for Lori LaFond and Missy.  Even tonight as I type this and think of friends from the past Lori is blaming her brother saying, "Why don't I know this person, Junior?"  Like every single person that I know, her brother should have photographed and cataloged for her.  While I was in San Diego, that's what my diaries are talking about...who is stalking me?  Why?  Well, it was Lori LaFond trying to "get to know", which is the same as stalking, the people that were close to me.

If Lori's brother missed one single person, he would get a tongue lashing from Lori and more instructions to find out who these people were and to be move invasive than he'd been.  Breaking into my apartments one by one and stealing things like my 10 year high school reunion photograph or Viagra pills.  Yes, Lori takes those too.  Any little tid bit of my life that would connect her to me...so she could pretend to other people that somehow we were friends, we never were.  I'll let Christopher tell you how that goes.

So I've got serial killers following me...and they are lesbians that want to harm me.  I know that sounds odd, but remember, I was infected with HIV by an unknown woman.  The woman is unknown, not because I forgot who she was, but because I've never had sex with or used needles with a woman.  It was an intentional infection.