One thing that I know for certain is that Lori is taking her sexual angst out on me and other gay men. Incel is a term for "involuntarily celibate" which means that she would have sex with someone, but nobody wants to. The "incel" movement has a really violent connotation to it. It somehow assumes that life owes these people a sexual partner and since they don't look like people that they think are having sex, it is somehow their fault that nobody wants the incel. I don't buy that shit for one single second. I've known plenty of people that are married and not Chad and Sally. They are having sex and kids and careers and not one single time have I heard them complain that "pretty people" kept them from having a relationship.
Lori thinks that if she spreads enough rumors about a person that they too will become incel, but I've got news for her. What I am is voluntarily celibate which basically is set up because I met someone that I wanted to spend my life with and sex with other people is irrelevant. You have to understand that Lori thinks that if she eliminates that person that she instantly becomes the object of my desires, that couldn't be more opposite if she tried. I can't look at Lori and not think of how hideous a person she is. She locks herself inside doing drugs and using needles all day and night and thinks that she's going to emerge as some kind of sexual butterfly. That's not going to happen here.
One thing that I am 100% confident in is that a gay man or men had nothing to do with Lori's perceived and real unattractiveness. She's always been unattractive as a person. She has this mental disorder that keeps her mired in other people's lives and thinks that someone out there, mostly a woman, will find that quality attractive. She's violent and shows it in public. She's loud and she doesn't bathe. She doesn't work. She doesn't smile. She shows up to memorial services just to watch people in genuine pain. What Lori really resented was all those women that worked at the Gentlemen's club in Palm Springs. They could tease a man and not even have to have sex with them and when she found out one was a lesbian...OH MY GOD, SHE WENT BALLISTIC!!!
Case in point. Lori sold my brother in law drugs for years and years. She knew he was using drugs and that my sister absolutely hated it. She kept on selling him drugs until it became an issue with my sister and her family. Once again, this is Lori LaFond we're talking about. The world's biggest blabbermouth.
All the while she was doing this, she was calling my sister and telling her that I was using drugs, always high, wasted and had HIV. She couldn't wait one second to tell on me for any and everything. She had friends of my roommate come to my home to look for my drugs behind locked doors. She would then call my brother in law and tell him about it. She would call my sister at the drop of a hat to tattle on me, but never on my brother in law.
What was the difference, Lori? I think it is very simple. Lori knew the kinds of problems she could cause if she didn't tell my sister that she was selling drugs to my brother in law and that my sister wouldn't have liked it. In the end, Lori supplied him until his death where he was used and exploited to be an angry man that was really just defending his marriage. Me, quite the opposite. I was someone that occasionally used drugs and was working. Turning me into some kind of meth monster was her goal, but she didn't have any way to explain how she knew what she did so she said, "My brother is a faggot and he knows his friends." Bullshit. All of it bullshit.
You see, Lori has this problem with her self. She's got a disease that she fails to recognize but knows she has. If she didn't know that she had it, then why refrigerate her own blood to put into my body when I was raped? She certainly wasn't giving me a transfusion and I certainly wasn't there to have sex with her. She entered a home, beat me senseless and shoved a precarious amount of her own female blood up my ass, then proceeded to tell everyone that she'd "beaten my brains out." She even called my sister and told her what hospital I was at in the emergency room. You see Lori has this way of keeping herself involved by lying to people.
The fact that so many people know it is true and do nothing about it is a huge disappointment and shows me the character of the people that think that a gay man isn't worth the truth. Jeffrey leads that charge with his friend Missy. Rather than come forward during that restraining order to say, "Lori was in Sedona stalking Kevin" he chose to say this to Jonathan and Anthony, "Don't talk to Kevin for at least a year." Then Lori went on to get a warrant issued off of that bogus restraining order and made me look like some kind of violent criminal. That's just bullshit. Once again, my mother and I planned something good for me and my friends, and Jeffrey turned it to shit.
I flee Palm Springs to get away from Lori and Brian, they follow me here. I save money to hire a lawyer, they steal it. I go on vacation and they follow me. Rather than just tell the truth, everyone that listens and follows this blog watches while a serial killer-rapist follows me around looking for another opportunity to kill. Like a bullet and a bludgeoning weren't already bad enough. I would like to remind all of you, I have never had one single conversation with Lori or about Lori until she raped me in my friend's home. Not one. I think it is a sad testimonial that someone like Missy Erickson could go around and convince ALL OF YOU that it was better to sacrifice me so that she could do something good. Did she? Nope, in fact, she violated that restraining order by following me to Sedona and going straight to Lori's rental where she threatened both Jonathan and Anthony not to work with me. She even used Jeffrey's name to do it. That is a clear and convincing violation of that order, but Jeffrey told Jonathan and Anthony not to talk to me any longer...and I haven't for ten long years. So where's the justice in that?
The homophobia that went into telling my friends not to talk to me is obvious. "Don't help out your homosexual friend if you want me to help you...," Jeffrey intimated. Ten years later I'm still getting bombarded with hate day and night for doing nothing more than what a cop told me to do. In fact, I did what Lori's "four-year boyfriend" told me to do. How convenient. His ex-girlfriend rapes me and shoves blood up my ass and he tells me to report it so that she can make the excuse that I'm not being "nice enough" to her. He, of course, did nothing. His crimes against people section bungled the entire rape case, in Lori's favor again. Not the first time, mind you, like the fifth or sixth time. They are obviously getting good at covering her tracks.
What I think is that I don't matter to other people. That's cool because I matter to me. It's become really obvious that people with money do lots of illegal things to keep their money. I will remind all of you that I don't ask victims' parents for a dime. I think that re-exploiting the victims is a shame and illegal. There isn't one tiny bit of evidence that shows that Jeffrey or Marilyn Katzenberg ever did anything to help me, even though it was me that helped them. Not Missy Erickson. That's the way rich people are. They lie. They take care of themselves and tell others to lie too. It would be a much different situation had my sister known what the truth was and this money was for. Now it's gone and all I can hear is how Jeffrey wishes he'd never got involved in this case. Bully for him.
You know what it feels like to be a consolation in a rape case? I'm here to tell you that nothing in this world diminishes your self worth more than a rich man taking away all of your friends for nothing more than entertainment. In favor of who? A stripper and a slacker that stalked his family for decades until his own son became one of the hundreds of victims. There isn't any man in this universe that could have done something this horrible...I know he's a really bad person inside and out.
The homophobia that went into telling my friends not to talk to me is obvious. "Don't help out your homosexual friend if you want me to help you...," Jeffrey intimated. Ten years later I'm still getting bombarded with hate day and night for doing nothing more than what a cop told me to do. In fact, I did what Lori's "four-year boyfriend" told me to do. How convenient. His ex-girlfriend rapes me and shoves blood up my ass and he tells me to report it so that she can make the excuse that I'm not being "nice enough" to her. He, of course, did nothing. His crimes against people section bungled the entire rape case, in Lori's favor again. Not the first time, mind you, like the fifth or sixth time. They are obviously getting good at covering her tracks.
What I think is that I don't matter to other people. That's cool because I matter to me. It's become really obvious that people with money do lots of illegal things to keep their money. I will remind all of you that I don't ask victims' parents for a dime. I think that re-exploiting the victims is a shame and illegal. There isn't one tiny bit of evidence that shows that Jeffrey or Marilyn Katzenberg ever did anything to help me, even though it was me that helped them. Not Missy Erickson. That's the way rich people are. They lie. They take care of themselves and tell others to lie too. It would be a much different situation had my sister known what the truth was and this money was for. Now it's gone and all I can hear is how Jeffrey wishes he'd never got involved in this case. Bully for him.
You know what it feels like to be a consolation in a rape case? I'm here to tell you that nothing in this world diminishes your self worth more than a rich man taking away all of your friends for nothing more than entertainment. In favor of who? A stripper and a slacker that stalked his family for decades until his own son became one of the hundreds of victims. There isn't any man in this universe that could have done something this horrible...I know he's a really bad person inside and out.
