Journal Entry Friday February 12th, 2021: Cruel Jokes Played On Me

Cruel “jokes” played on me

Friday, February 12, 2021
5:26 PM

The Blackmail

When i was at woodspring suites in march 2017. It was my fifth day on MocoSpace. I logged in and got a message it said “i know that Facebook face” so I answered who the fuck is this? The answer I got back was “hi Mom”

Looking at the profile it said it was a 47 year old man and the profile was two years old.

Whoever was acting like my son, we were speaking on my phone by texting only never by speaking on the phone. During these conversations he had informed me he had gotten some pictures of mine. Which apparently i had thought that he had received by either me sending them to him thinking he was an adult man that i was speaking with or had gotten them from them circulating from one person to another from the ones i sent to people i was speaking with.

So this person acting as my son eventually blackmailed me but couldn’t make up his mind what he wanted me to do. There were 3 things that he came up with. Two of them i can remember. I cannot remember the third one.

The first one was sooo freaking humiliating and gross. I was supposed to shit in my own hand and take a picture of me eating my own shit and put it up on my Facebook.

The second one was to sleep with a truck driver for $1000, tape myself sleeping with this truck driver. In other words incriminating myself and then was supposed to give this person the $1000. In other words, pimping me out.

For 5 days i was put under so much stress. Every few minutes getting text from this person taunting me about what decision i was going to make. Even through “supposed” school hours this person would text me, tormenting me about making a decision or he would turn me in.

At the same time i was dealing with this, people from moco Space had found out my room number and were calling my room phone, that i had never given out and were making crank calls and taunting me as well.

I was supposed to meet this person at a set time to give then these so called pictures. I had made a note by this person’s name who i had thought was my son. Of which that day came and went, never hearing from this person again.

A couple of years ago on curious cat someone anonymously had asked if i was into scat play. Needless to say cold chills went down my spine. I had blocked that messenger. But then again, i waz asked about scat play with direct correlation of the blackmail incident that took place


A couple of weeks ago i was looking at a copy of my contacts list. I saw the notation on the side of a name. But didn’t make correlation at first about the blackmail. It was the next day when i was looking at my contacts list again that it hit me. When it did, there was a total shock wave that came over me, like it has before when realizing the horrible nasty things that’s been done to me. I instantly fell to my knees, instantly throwing up. If course with no food in my belly. This hit me so hard in my gut, that my gut hurt me for two days after this realization. It had sickened me so badly.

Working For My Friend “Bluesman” Larry Garner

When i left Woodspring suites, I moved to Floresville to a friend’s for a month. During which time someone had hit me up on my Facebook messenger saying that he was my personal friend Larry Garner. Who is a blues musician. Even though i know Larry personally from when i had hung out at the Blues Clubs in Baton Rouge. Namely Phil Brady’s. We had never spoken on a one on one basis. Especially so personally.

I was also friend’s with Larry’s brother, Mike. We had gone out and dated some as well.

Well this person acting like Larry had said he wanted me to work for him. Doing some clerical work and be in charge with important stuff having to do with the tours. I know at the time Larry was about to leave for Sweden.

For about 3 weeks this person kept this prank up. Had given me a gmail account email though I can’t get it at the moment. As im trying to get back into that account now. But at the end of this so called prank, right about the time when i was supposed to be getting my disability check. Finally revealed to me that i was going to have to send them almost all of my check to receive this “case” of paper work and documents.

It was then that i actually went to Larry Garner himself and talked with him about all of this. He had said no it was an imposter. That he didn’t even know that i had gone out with his brother Mike.

This person was on my Facebook and had gotten the very intimate details from my personal Facebook profile.

I still don’t know who this person was. But still is on my messenger. The name Larry Garner still shows up even though the profile has of course since been deleted.

Five Dollar Tricks

After i left Floresville, i was at The Delta Inn in Northeast on I35. Next door to the Megaplex. I was still dealing with all the jokers on MocoSpace. I needed $45 that day for rent. I was upset of course and in a panic about not being able to pay rent.

Through out that day i got nothing but games from everyone. And they kept bringing me down on money. Just further humilating me over and over again. All the way down to humilating me to $2 and $3 tricks. Coming over, fucking hurting me while they fucked me. Leaving me with this chomp change. Making me work more and harder.

People made appointments then never showed. By the time i had gotten enough money to pay for my rent that day. I was hurting so bad in my back i couldn’t hardly go anymore. I had actually needed to go to the hospital but i knew that i couldn’t. So i had asked this dude to bring my rent to the front desk because there was no way that i was able to walk up there. I couldn’t walk at all matter of fact.

Well needless to say, after being humilated so fucking bad for a couple of dollars each call i did. That bkack dude never went to the front desk. He stole that $45 that i made. By that time it was in the evening. And i was freaking out totally…and hurting so fucking bad. The bulges in my back was swollen up against the damaged nerves causing me temporary paralysis.

It was not long after that i realized that rent didn’t get paid tgat someone called and actually came through.

Rent got paid at 9:15pm that night. For one more night. And i really can’t tell you how i made it through that last call that night. I had pushed myself through the temporary paralysis just like i have many times without anyone knowing exactly what I was going through. Trying my best to hide it from everyone.

That night i was very suicidal. It was my best friend and my Former Master that had talked me out of committing suicide.

On Twitter i had anonymously asked about suicide. When i look back over those screen shots. Some of the same people that answered have since had belittled me and stuff. Even now, im crying about this as im typing this out. This was so freaking humilating and all for me. No one can ever imagine how these people made me feel. I wish i can remember the name he went by. But i can remember his picture was always of the joker in make up. It had to do something hamburglar or something like that. That’s one of them that i remember.

Address collectors

I had no idea of all these “jokes”. I was so freaking innocent, so green. I had no idea… someone was supposed to be coming by ..had even told me he was there, at the motel. I was still at Delta Inn. Even had me going through the whole parking lot looking for him. Even though he wasn’t there and he knew it.

Foxboy210

Had called me drunk in the middle of the night wanted to see me. He too, had me looking all through the parking lot for him then cussed me the fuck out. It was later, this last year in 2020 that i realized that he was on my work Kik when he should not have been.which only meant he went under a different name that showed up and i didn’t realize it.

Four hours for $43

Still at the Delta Inn, this guy was a bigger guy. Would not cum, held it on purpose. Made me WORK and i mean really hurting myself…my back and everything for a total of 4 long fucking hours. When i finally said something about it. It took him another 45 mins to finish. After which he shortchanged me leaving me only $43.


3 hours going in circles all for nothing

I was finally advertising on backpage. Of course that meant that at least 50 phone calls a day. Going night and day. NEVER ENDING jokes, jokers, games, humilaton…you name it. As long as it was so very downgrading. That’s what ya dealt with. Every now and then, you’d come across someone serious. It was more often not so serious that you dealt with.

I can remember this one person had me on the phone going through my outfits getting into them and taking pictures. “To see which one he liked” it was SUPPOSED to be a for sure thing right. Well during the 3 hours there were numerous other calls that came through that i could’ve taken of which i didn’t.

Going in circles for 3 hrs, trashing my room pulling outfits and stuff out.. ALL FOR NOTHING. Never showed up. That’s the first of the MANY MANY TIMES that i felt like i was worse than free slave labor. All just for jokes.

The FIRST STD Scare

I was staying at Inn Town Suites at this point. I got a text one night. The guy FLAT REFUSED to tell me who he was. Told ne that ge gotten something from me. Of which i could NOT for the life of me how. I had just gotten tested not long before that. And i was always very careful.

He swore up and down that i was the only one besides his wife he had been with. He had just gotten out of the hospital because of it. Had back pains he said. But couldn’t tell me what he had. Needless to say i was totally freaked out.

The next morning i immediately went to the clinic…all to find out…THAT I HAD NOTHING!

I had wasted money on a lyft to go there and back to my room. Aa well as i had cancel an appointment that i had that morning. Making me spend money and lose money. ALL FOR NOTHING…NOT TO MENTION THE AMOUNT OF STRESS THAT I WENT THROUGH!