Meet Ryan Williams, a 22 year old gay man from Preston, Lancashire, England. This is his face from a gay bashing that took place in 2019. He was kicked, beaten, and left on the ground. Fortunately, his gay bashers didn't take a Tupperware container of frozen blood and squirt it up his ass after using a garden shovel, covered in dirt, to make him bleed before they turkey basted him with the death blood. No, he simply got lucky enough to just get beaten to a bloody pulp.
If Ryan went to the hospital (and they admitted him, unlike myself), his MRI's would probably looked something like this:
Broken bones, swollen brain, contusions, hematomas and whatever else that Ryan suffered, we all able to be diagnosed and he was admitted. But these MRI's above aren't Ryan's, they were mine. They were never even looked at when I went to the hospital emergency room barely able to walk. I could barely stand because the pain was so bad, I could barely stand to breathe. The hospital physician ordered the MRI on my word that I'd been involved in a horrible rape and beating...the results were well felt within my body. I could say that it was painful, but that is probably the most understated word for what I went through. I still do. My headaches and migraines are volcanic, daily and sight impairing. I don't know if I'll ever be able to play tennis again, because moving my head rapidly can cause the migraines to overtake my sense of balance.
The bloody clothing yielded blood and semen from two suspects. The frozen blood was from a brother and sister who have been stalking me since I was 19 but began even before all of that. A brother and sister who, in 2007 had HIV and weren't being treated for the disease. The blood also contained frozen Hep C viruses, frozen tuberculosis bacteria, frozen blood borne bacterial staph, frozen syphilis and frozen sperm. The tricky part was that the blood was from a female, so what was sperm doing in that frozen cocktail? As it turns out, the sperm was from the brother of the female whose blood was most prevalent. It was sickening. God only knows what other things were in that blood. One thing that was present was crystal meth but it wasn't found in my bloody underwear that I put on after I bled from my ass into my jeans commando style. The attackers were high on meth, I was drugged with some kind of barbiturate and the whole thing wend down in the home of my then boyfriend.
It was both sick and painful. It's worse today.
My crime was sleeping while gay.
What ensued afterwards was a series of arrests and humiliation by the Palm Springs Police Department and my rapists. Yes, my rapists. You see unlike most rape victims, when you are gay in Palm Springs, California, you get to hear from the brother and sister, day after day, night after night, while they plot and plan to take my freedom away for telling the police that I was raped and beaten. Oh yeah, that was what Bryan Anderson told me to do. So I did it when the police failed to show up at the hospital emergency room after the second MRI. Nobody did a fucking thing. They just did what they always do in Palm Springs, the assumed it was Lori Jean LaFond and her friends tagging another gay man for torture, humiliation and death or incarceration. The police have heard this story before and, of course, the rapists and their friends have a built in security system that only comes from years of experience beating and raping gay men.
Automatically we are always crystal meth addicts, promiscuous with AIDS built in, criminal and dirty. That's what the police think because the rapist tells them that. She leaves out the "I'm the person with HIV that is untreated and all the other diseases." She intentionally leaves out the part where she is the one that, "Sold the drugs to the gay man that they arrested outside of her apartments." She makes certain that there is nobody there for the victim. No district attorney, no victim's advocate, no counseling, nothing. You were blessed to be raped by Lori Jean LaFond and this is all just part of the blessing...isn't it a gift?
Of course if you say something, as I was instructed, then you are targeted for further arrests and humiliation. The police also love to threaten the victims as a showing of solidarity with the criminals. You see, homophobia is rampant at the PSPD and Lori has tapped into it. She brought her own homophobia from a life of perversions that started way back in junior high school or earlier. She began with some Marines out on the military base but then moved on to my father accusing him of molesting a boy in high school. Then two more parents and two more boys. Then another attempt at my father. Then coach Steve Fabian in Palm Springs, my father's best student athlete of all time and good friend still. You see this behavior all came from Lori LaFond and her tapping into
This is all stuff that we know to be factual but not presented to any kind of prosecutor anywhere, why?
Well, it would seem that it was my family's fault now. You see, I save a whole lot of money to hire an attorney for Christopher and myself. Silly me. After another botched attempt to either rape me, kill me or entrap me in Sedona, Arizona, where I was under a restraining order from a California judge who is also part of the homophobic gaycism in the system there. The whole team of rapists and people that forward 911 calls and keep anyone from helping, all showed up for a week long drug fueled party under the guise of protecting me and my friends. Some of the rapists' friends were even brought there by my own team to join in on the fun. You see I was led into a tiger's den to be eaten alive because there was another plan going on.
Someone wanted to give my investigation over to some of the members of the rape team because he felt sorry for them. It's no like they didn't help plan the rape or watch while Lori planned the homicide of my brother in law, my own shooting and later, the incarceration of the other informant...no he felt sorry for them. Not his son who was also brutally raped and beaten. Not his son's best friend who was also brutally raped and infected in his own home. Nope someone felt sorry for the rapists as they are defined by the law.
I lost so much when I was shot in San Diego. My friends there, my job that I loved the most, my life and my professional lifetime goal. I lost all of that. It was taken from me and I made a decision not to return until the person that shot at me was found. I'd been stalked for so long that I took a stand. That stand ended on the bloody sheets of my boyfriend's bed that cold morning in September of 2007. A lifetime of being bullied by the same brother and sister whose blood was squirted into my body with a GHB doser.
Sedona was supposed to be a healing for me and my friends, what it was turned into was anything but.
Since then 12 plus years went by and not one single person that I was friends' with, that knew with evidence this had happened came forward while I went on to do television, radio and about 9000 posts on here. Nobody said a word. Why? Apparently the same man that felt sorry for our rapists had a goal, to turn the rapists into some kind of antiheroes. So for 12 plus years that man took everything he could from me, including the money stashed away for representation. He took it all from my elderly mother and my naive sister who then claimed that there was no account and no money ever saved. I knew it was another lie. You see, my mother and sister were used to push the sympathetic father's antigay agenda. It's one thing to solve a crime, but it has to be someone that isn't gay. Let's paint the rapists as victims...is his mantra. He's not in my life anymore.
I want you all to know that my life now means nothing. All the hard work and dedication to the principles of justice and law enforcement are gone. I don't believe in justice any longer, I believe that there is only justice for those who can cry the loudest, turn themselves into victims and have the financial backing of a monster who has the nerve to tell people not to be my friends. Don't come forward. Don't tell the truth. Don't be friendly. Hide and make Kevin think that it's all his fault. In the meantime, this man, made my own family my biggest enemy. What a fucking turd.
I think anyone that would do something like this to his own family is something bigger than a coward. He's uber-coward. The friends that made a deal with him to leave me to die...even worse. There really isn't a whole lot to say. I've never heard of anyone with something like I've dealt with because most people don't have friends and families like my friends. There is no loyalty to my friendships from the past. They don't exist. They traded my life and safety, my family and sister, my happiness for their own gain. There were bribes. There were lies. They all assuage their feelings by blaming each other, but in the end, they betrayed me for a house. Not surprisingly, that door is now closed forever.
I'm telling all of you this because this bleeding heart criminal lover forgot one thing...I'm a human being that never once got the chance to be loved.
He took all of that away from me and my sister to help some rapists.
I hope you can all understand my disappointment. I've never even been able to see an attorney but the others all did. I'm the person that had to heal my skull with ice and an aspirin. Only one aspirin. I want you all to know that for today, I am so disappointed in being gay. Today, I hate it. I hate how you all could watch this man torture me for 12 years while telling everyone I loved to stop loving me. He even took away my family. This man is such a horrible person that I can't ever be friends with his son or wife. How could I ever trust them? How could I ever trust the friends that set me up to be tortured? How could I ever trust their families? Simply put, I can't.
To you Bessie Smith, I spit in your face. You are no better than Lori LaFond.
I had to suffer through hate emails from Anthony. A death notice for Jonathan Mendenhall from his own family. A "fuck you" letter from the Monti's friend. I got raped over and over again. You all raped my feelings and my sense of well being. You hurt my family. My mom will never know what I did for my family and my community because as the years went by her Alzheimer's got worse. Her son that did everything he could to make her proud will never be that person in her mind. Instead, she's the mother that lied to me and told me that there was no such account or money because Jeffrey's friends told her to.
I'm done now.
The exploitation of the victims of AIDS, rape and electronic harassment lost a huge part of what makes us unique today. It all came at the hands of a powerful Hollywood exec that is obviously sexist and homophobic. It's like representing the shooter at the nightclub in Florida. "Pulse" was taken and we're officially dead. We mean nothing now. One man, hundreds of rape victims, thousands of families and the only persons that were represented were the criminals, again. Their families should be ashamed at the tactics that they used to secure their story that took them over 12 years to tell. My mother was abused. My sister was used. This person that thinks he is so incredibly fair, forgets one thing, his friend that he did this for, sat and watched while people were infected with a deadly disease with no cure. Boys. Filmed. Raped. Told that their families would be killed if they told. He even watched as one of the rapes went down and when the rapist went to court pretending to be his daughter (allegedly), she said, "My father and I were in town to make a porno!" With two little boys???? What the fuck kind of justice is 12 years with Lori threatening them and me? He paid for Lori's release. His father did too. That's what his friend told Jonathan who then threw me under the bus and took my boyfriend away.
It's the coup de gras for the lesbian mafia that wanted only from the beginning to humiliate me and leave me for dead. How does that make YOU feel Jeffrey? Like a big heterosexual man? I can't imagine the kind of father you are. It makes me glad my father wasn't like you. You tried to ruin my relationship with my sister. You should be ashamed of yourself. You should really not think that what you did was a good thing. Now you HAVE officially ruined my relationship. My friendships. My trust in basically everyone. I can't imagine being a bigger bully than you.
All hail Missy Erickson the new advocate against electronic harassment in Palm Springs, California. She's so perfect that even her family supports her role in this crime. Hand picked by Jeffrey Katzenberg to lead gay men to justice. Isn't she the perfect choice? She better be, she took 12 years of my life, two boyfriends, my brother in law, and about $35,000 of my money just so she could lead the men in our community. Expect excuses. Expect cleavage. Expect inappropriate clothes. Expect meth. Expect not to be in a relationship. Expect Lori LaFond. Expect a whole lot of bullshit. In the end, she bailed your rapist out of jail with Jeffrey's money. Nobody said a fucking thing.
Thanks Pastor Mendenhall, a man of God.
My mom, I'm sure, would love to thank Mrs. Mendenhall and Mrs. Monti for all the things they never did for her son. You are two of a kind. All for you and nobody else.
