There is very little difference between, "it's our little secret" and a dirty little secret...when it comes to my life story, secrets and truth have never really come into play. My life, from the age of about 11 has been an open book to the public and for everyone to speculate about. One girl during that period from about 11 to 18 was particularly horrible to me. In fact, looking back, I left this small town as fast as I could to get away from what she caused from a situation that she read about in the newspaper.
From an early age I learned to protect myself from what other people thought. I have a terrific family. An incredible mom, a model father and a superstar sister and you know something...it was as great as that sounds. It's true, I have the most affectionate and beautiful family that you could imagine. No skeletons in the closet, just love and support through everything.
Unfortunately in life, people can see that and get very jealous. Who wouldn't be? I just had lots of friends that had the same kind of family that I did, so I guess I just thought most families were that way. I was from a tiny town in the middle of the California desert. I was an athlete with lots of awards and stuff. I have lots of friends. I am nice to everyone...but I didn't realize how that would affect one person. My bully...the only person that I saw that ever tried to tear at what my family instilled in me: Be proud of who you are!
In court papers you will all hear from my bully...whom conveniently has forgotten what she did to me. To be honest with you, so had I. I'm a confident person. I'm educated and have been successful. Once I left this small town, I thrived...succeeded...and became me.
Then something shocking happened...Jonathan Mendenhall told me my bully was the one responsible for the most horrible things that had happened to me. This same girl who verbally assaulted me and had another boy try to beat me up for a year, never stopped hating me. That was a shock, but what Jonathan knew about the people that were behind my terror would be the stuff of movies. I knew I was being followed, but the who part was what shocked me. He knew about what this girl did to me in high school and what she did after she graduated...these are things that I never told him. Heck, I never even mentioned this woman's name to any of my friends...I'd forgotten about her with all the other stuff going on. When he said the name, all the feelings of anxiety and desire to leave this small town came rushing back. How could he be wrong? He couldn't really know this person could he? He must though...I never told him and here she was again.
Forcing herself into my life just like the first day of high school when she marched up to me and screamed to everyone around that I was, "a flaming faggot and everyone knew about it".
I've heard she is proud of that...I don't know why.
I guess some people's hate never dies.
When I returned to Palm Springs it would seem that she'd laid the ground work for a lot of people to know what she had done to me in high school. Some people she would tell that, "we were once friends"...that's the biggest lie of all. Later she would tell people horrible lies about "having sex with her" and "having her brother shoot at me in San Diego". This is what Jonathan told people. She would tell people that her uncle shot and killed my brother-in-law...which is true, but the story isn't nearly what she said it was; it was simply another way to tie herself to my life and abuse me.
This is the same woman that filed a "workplace violence" restraining order against me using a whole bunch of lies again...it would seem that though most of us grow up, some of us never do.
The things that this woman omits from telling her attorney are HUGE. She doesn't talk about going to Sedona, Arizona with some of my best friends at the same time that I took a vacation there. It is doubtful that she even used her own name to rent a place to stay there...why? The pictures prove that she was there...that's a fact. Jonathan said that she was there...a fact. She didn't tell her attorney about her uncle and my brother in law, she didn't mention anything about the friends that she'd contacted about me, she admits to a "four year relationship" with my police contact, but she just isn't honest. She shows no sympathy for this project and shows obvious homophobic fears about the word "lesbian" and any tie to it...it's just so childish the way she picks and chooses what she tells people about me.
Truly the worst part about telling you MY story, which I have every right to tell you, is her involvement in it.
During this period everything I owned was stolen, my homes have been broken in to, my parent's mail has been stolen and I've been electronically harassed by a woman that seems to know this petitioner; or at least she says she does because she wants me to talk about her family so that she can do something legal about it. I have never known this petitioner's family. Wouldn't know them if I saw them. I found out later that I knew her cousins and that her uncle was, in fact, the man involved in my brother-in-law's death, but even that doesn't bother me...what bothers me is the intrusion, the abuse, the lies and her overwhelming hatred of me for so long. The intentional contacting of my friends to try to hurt me...it's her way of abusing a little boy that I grew out of...I'm not him any more.
I won't be abused by this woman ever again.
If my bully wants to confuse all of you into thinking that she is some kind of victim, then I would suggest looking at the 300 plus gay men in our area that have been implanted, intentionally infected and left to die. That's the real story here, not whether or not some woman is a lesbian or isn't...
The story is about what someone did to Steven Frey...
The story is about where is Jonathan Mendenhall and who wants him dead...
The story is about Christopher Monti's rape and arrest under very suspicious circumstances by a woman that lied....
The story is about Anthony Dabiere's arrest and tie to Steven Frey's cases....
The story is about who tried to kill me with a gun in San Diego and whom raped me here in Palm Springs....
The story is about whom robbed Jeffrey Katzenberg's home and hurt his son...
The story is about whom put Steven Frey in tremendous financial debt to the U.S. Government...
The story is about whom is stalking my lady friends from the Gentlemen's Club on Perez Road and whom infected them with HIV....
The story is about whom implanted and lied to our police department with these devices...
The story is about child abuse and child pornography witnessed by myself, Anthony Dabiere and others...
The story is about Electronic Harassment...and don't you ever forget it!!!
The story is about abuse and hate...it's not about her.
