Here's a hint...don't start on the right....okay, I know some of you think I am being really harsh here, but in the case of Laurie LaTweek you have to understand a few things. My apologies to the ladies in the picture above...I am certain that everyone in the photo is a much nicer person than Laurie is...by far. Let's face it, beauty is fleeting anyways and none of these girls, nor myself, are fitting into those bikinis ever again!!!
Let me give you another example of how much Laurie sticks out when she is around gay men or the women on my team. Now bear in mind that Laurie thinks that everyone, sexually speaking, is the same from...ah hem, behind...I've even heard her say, "it's the same thing", but we all know that it isn't. So when Laurie thinks that she can hold a candle to the women on my team, spiritually, morally, physically, intellectually or in the eyes of others, here is what it really looks like:
As is usually the case with Laurie she's always trying to be the center of attention and thinks that she blends in so well that she's just one of my girls. You can see why above, that she stands out in a community of gay men or women that work in a "Gentlemen's Club"....can you spot her in this picture?
Let me pull myself out of the gutter now so that my friends in Hollywood and Malibu-tia don't think that I'm some kind of egocentric, "looks only" , gay guy that's as deep as the droplet sweating off of you glass of iced water. I'm the first guy in the world to stand up for the underdog. Looks, for me, aren't important...for friends...in fact I pride myself on having the most eclectic taste in friends of anyone that I know...I don't care about the color, shape or size of a person, but the content of their character. I'm the first one to tell someone that it isn't nice to say the things that I just did above...and I'm also the guy that talks to the shy not so attractive girl or guy in the corner of the room. I know that everyone knows that about me...so I'm confident in telling you that the woman that is torturing us with electronic harassment is truly the Dumb Ugly Fat Friend from Hell. She's always the friend of someone that can make her legitimate, never the invited. It's because of people's experiences with her that she is always the one left out...not because the people that know her are harsh...they just don't want to be completely embarrassed by her "multiple personality/split personality overly intoxicated overly sexual" advances.
Laurie is always the person that says the wrong thing...at the wrong time...then repeats it over and over and over again until the room is cleared. She's not the beginning of the party, she's the end of it.
When I was in my first year of college I modeled for an ad campaign...and was offered work as a model. I'm not that vain. I know that a good education was going to last a whole lot longer than my looks...I turned down the work after my first gig. I see the value in working out, being healthy and holding myself in high regard...what you don't see is any of that in Laurie. I can't even make it to the gym these days because Laurie has contacted my gym's owner and lied about me and because if I do go, she has Christian so wound up on drugs that I can't concentrate and I hurt myself. This isn't just to bother me, it's so I won't "look better than her brother" is what she tells me...what she is really saying is she doesn't want to hear how "good looking" I am from the other people on this system.
Laurie tries to deprive me of sleep every minute of every day...doesn't want me to work out...gets jealous when I eat...jealous when I diet...jealous when I work out....and jealous of anyone else that does. She has an interest in keeping people at their worst...she thinks it makes her look more attractive. Isn't that burning down an entire city to make your home, that didn't burn, the most expensive in the area?
Case in point. When I was sexually assaulted, my front tooth was knocked out....that really didn't help me look too credible to the police...but Christopher still loved me....that told me a few things...that she's really jealous of me and that Christopher is the right kind of guy. I walked around like that for like a year or so, so if you think I'm vain, think again...I'm more of a deed doer than a face guy. I'll leave the beautiful man stuff up to my boyfriend. I don't need to be the center of attention, in fact, I like when someone else is much more. I've been the center too many times and it's like a performing poodle...not so much fun. Oh yeah, Laurie took my front tooth...and my dental casts too. Why?
From what I can gather, Laurie has a real problem with people that look better than she does...especially blondes. Men or women. I've heard and seen accounts of some of my friends' eyebrows being shaved off in their sleep without a trace of their eyebrows left. Collected. I've heard my friends have bite mark scars on their breasts, thighs and buttocks. I've seen one friend's testicle blown up to the size of a potato...after being stuck with a needle full of staph infected blood. In other words, Laurie likes to "ugly up" everyone around her so that she doesn't feel so odd. Isn't that kind of like poisoning all the girls in school so that only she is eligible to be the Homecoming Queen; after all, if nobody else can be there to accept the crown, Laurie would be the only one left. This is what she is like...and if you think that I'm exaggerating, I'm the guy that got shot at so that she could get a mutual friend's attention, allegedly...literally, she wanted to have me killed so that someone that knew her obsession would pay attention to her. Can you imagine that conversation?
"Hey, did you girls hear that Kevin Bond got shot? I know he was a faggot and he had AIDS, so it was probably something like that," Laurie LaTweek. Laurie isn't one compliment the dead, she'd rather kick them, especially me.
"Yes Laurie we heard. It's really sad for him and his family," Missy the dancer from the Gentlemen's Club.
A twenty second exchange so that she could "talk to someone" that doesn't like her. I, of course, would be dead...my family would be devastated, years of education would be lost...and, oh yeah, did I mention that I would be DEAD? This is what it's like. I hadn't seen this woman in 25 years...and in her mind, allegedly, killing me, was the perfect way to have a conversation with the girl that she is in love with. You know where she got this idea from? Her uncle shot and killed my brother in law (in self defense) and that once gave Laurie the opportunity to talk to the girls that she wanted to sleep with. If it worked once...why not kill my sister's brother, me? For years Laurie ran around and told people that she was "practically a family member of mine". Nothing could be further from the truth.
You see when it comes to Laurie, she's not exactly the kind of person that weighs things properly in her mind. She liked to run around telling people that I was "spreading the AIDS virus" like I was some kind of disease germaniac...when the truth was that I never ever did that...and it looks pretty much like someone else is. This goes on to include, "being gay", having a relationship with someone and knowing some famous people...everything that I've done or that she did and wasn't cool...she either took for herself or blamed me for. Then she had the nerve to say that I was "becoming obsessed with her". The truth is, I would have had to look her up in a yearbook to remember whom she was....except, she stole all of my yearbooks from my home in San Diego...so I couldn't. I couldn't even look her up because she is so fucking nuts.
People wonder why I write so much and talk so often about this situation now and you have to understand something...almost every single person I've known since I was 19 years old has been somehow contacted by this person. Most of them have been infected with the HIV virus and not from me....from a woman that they've never met. If every single friend you had became the target of some high school girl that you didn't like and she was out to get anyone that knew you, wouldn't you do something more than just sit and take it? Laurie says, "he's being mean to my family". I say, "your family was mean to me".
There is no way to make up for the last 35 years of being stalked, I've thought about it. Money doesn't do it. Fame doesn't do it. Love doesn't even do it. 35 years of my life have been stolen from me...those are 35 years of making friends, having relationships and making a career and retirement for myself...there is nothing that will ever make up for that loss. Knowing that someone was actually behind it...makes it almost unbearable. When you find out whom it was and realize that I had absolutely nothing to do with her...makes it unfathomable. When you see the other things that she has said and done to my family...you will wonder, what kind of person does something like this for a living?
I don't know how to put into words what it is like knowing that someone wants to kill you for their own satisfaction and nothing more. I can tell you that I'd rather be anywhere else but here. I'd like to be on the opposite side of the globe from this woman and her family at all times. I don't want to know her...don't want her to know anything about me...and never want to see her face. You have to try to understand that I feel responsible for what my friends have suffered through...but then again, some of them could have told me the truth too. She won't go away. She knows that I know who she is and what she's done and she's still committed to watching me die...it's a game for her and I can't express enough to my team how cruel this investigation has been to me.
I should feel better about my situation than I do...but nobody lets off the pressure. It just keeps building and building...it's almost like everyone wants to see this confrontation...I'm telling you I don't want to have it. A man confronted by a psycho woman...never goes well. I can't hit her...I can't slap her...I can't get violent...I can't really do anything to protect myself from what she is dying to do. What I've been asked to endure with patience is...well...something that I will keep to myself. It's not easy...
