Voice…My Voice

For those that are coming to the site for the first time, for all those that never had a clue as to what in the hell was going on about all this, for all those that didn’t have a clue but went ahead and played follow the leader anyway, and for all those who just simply need a reminder… And although I know for a fact not one of them won’t ever admit it more because they’re narcissist and as well as they just simply will never admit it to anybody much less themselves, here’s the REAL DEAL.

I wrote this almost exactly 3 years ago in March of 2019. I had originally put it on my Tumblr where I had found an out for myself. You see, even as a kid I loved to write. I wrote poems from inspiration. And most times that happened to be from the pain I was feeling from whatever it was at the time. I had even entered several poem writing contests..and won and with them being published. So writing was something I have always done. It is part of the very core of me. So…IT BEING ABOUT ANYBODY ELSE, got that twisted up bad!

I was using Tumblr as a way to continue my healing from what I had gone through with my son. Healing as a parent, healing as a mother, healing as a woman, healing as a person, healing as an individual. Sharing what I had gone through had nothing to do with anything… BESIDES HEALING. And never was up for discussion, it never was up for opinions, it never was up for negotiations. I mean really, you just can’t negotiate someone’s past. So for anybody who had ever thought that whatever the public thought mattered. Who are you, when I don’t know you? You’re nobody to me. If anything sharing my experiences I’ve been in hopes of someone finding those writings and gaining courage and strength from what I had gone through that they can make it through whatever they were going through

This time one was the first of many accounts that I was pushed off of. Forced off of, by one way or many other ways. Truth be told, of course, I haven’t been allowed to have any accounts online in the past 5 years. Like I DON’T HAVE THAT “PRIVILEGE” as in others being ENTITLED to have this say so whether I was ALLOWED this privilege or not.

“When Given the Chance…and Enough Rope”

“A Man Who Turned Out To Be A Child”

It wasn’t until January 2021, right after my birthday that I realized exactly what happened as I was going over all my contacts trying to make sense of things. When I came across a small notation on the side of whom I thought was my son’s number. When the realization hit me it instantly made me sick. At that point I had went three days without eating, I HAD JUST ATE. Of which I threw up as I dropped to my knees, something I’ve become to be familiar with doing when the realization hits so hard that you were preyed on and exploited to these extremes.

In the conversation below I described just exactly what it did when I’m realized what had taken place. Needless to say, it hit me REALLY hard and still to this day it just disgusts me and it will always hurt.

“The Blackmail”

I’m now ready to talk about that blackmail situation that I surely wasn’t ready to talk about 3 years ago. I moved here in January 29th 2017. The only person that knew about my situation with my son was the girl that I came here with. Because she lived up in Pennsylvania with me and we came down together. So when someone contacted me on Moco and I know that Facebook face and hi Mom at that point in time there was no reason for me to question who that really was. So supposedly somehow I guess through the chat room in Moco where I was sending out pictures because I didn’t know any better of trying to work and didn’t know how to do any of this I was just told to watch the chat room and do what they were doing. I was left out to the wolves needless to say. So somehow whoever was acting like my son was saying that they had pictures of me. And they were blackmailing me with telling me this Information because my son at the time was 15.

I went through a week of literally living hell scared about the situation because I didn’t know any better. So when it came time to tell me the blackmail, whoever it was could not make up their mind on what the actual blackmail was that I was supposed to do. There were three different ones, one of which I cannot remember right now.

The first one was that I was basically supposed to be a lizard lot. Which actually goes with where I was staying before when I moved here and got left in spring Branch where the girl was trying to hook me up as a lizard lot hoe. But this time I was supposed to sleep with a truck driver for $1,000 video recorded and send whoever it was the $1,000. So in other words whoever it was pimping me out wanted me to incriminate myself and him whoever it was take the thousand dollars, be the pimp.

The second one was I was supposed to shit in my own hands and take a picture of me eating my own shit out of my hands and put it up on Facebook. At the time you know thinking that that was my son you know that gave me a total shivers down my spine and made me sick. Symbolically that was very deep and pretty disgusting.

It wasn’t until last January when I realized there was a notation on the side of my son’s name at the time who I thought was my son. It said 1:00 p.m.. that’s when it hit me because what happened was on a certain day at 1:00 p.m. I was supposed to meet up with this person and hand him these pictures of me sitting in my own hands and eating my own shit. NEVER HAPPENED. Never heard from them again

Until a couple of years later on curious cat there was somebody who made a direct correlation to this bringing up Scat. Which at the time I thought was my son of course again scaring me and me having that cold chill go down my spine one more time.

Extorted For $900 For Stealing A Gun I Didn’t Steal

So 2 weeks after I moved here all my things ended up out of the blue missing. Shanea, the one I came here with that lived up North with me had accused me of stealing a gun that she said that her dad helped her to buy which is not true because he’s a convicted felon. And she extorted me for $900 of which I paid completely $700 of that. It was her dad that told me not to pay the last $200. And since I didn’t pay the last $200 she had threatened to kill me. The weekend that I went to the coast with her dad. Which was that Labor Day weekend. Right before I had introduced my first website msroguesa.com.

Below is the picture of me sending her the first $300 out of that extortion.

From the very beginning she brainwashed me about the cartel to get me to fear my life her and her friend Lisa “white pride” who tries to get me to do an armed robbery or makes me believe to do so as well as tries to put me into human trafficking as lot lizard.

And then we have the blackmail who is trying to get me to again be a lot lizard and pimp me out for $1,000 incriminating myself by videotaping myself for proof. I lost all of my belongings my whole life that I had brought here with me. All of this makes me fear for my life which I run from forcing me into the life of sex work.

Prepped For Sex Work

I bring all this up in this section being that it led to being introduced to the “Wolfpack”. Because I felt like I had no choice due to my environment with everything being stolen from me I had talked to Mike about trying to maybe work that I hadn’t worked since I was 25. It’s definitely not something that was in the plan for sure. But the way he did it I didn’t realize until March of 2021 that he actually prepped me in a way that would be considered to be prepping into human trafficking. It was at that point that I remembered being at Woodspring Suites in the Northwest side while I was giving him a blowjob I can remember him asking “what is it that would make you stand out above all others?” And he asked it several times, not realizing what was going on, not that I was paying attention, being that I was busy at that time.

Of course I was not aware of the legalities in the technicalities of human and sex trafficking. Nor could I foresee the things that have actually happened. I had consented to work for a little while my original plan was only to work a couple to a few months. I did not consent to being hurt all the time and continually being stolen from. Forcing me to stay where I didn’t want to be in the first place.

First Trip To Houston To Watch The Astros

I need to mention a couple of things here. The month that I stayed at woodspring suites I went for the weekend with Mike to Houston to see the Astros play. Let’s just say that I got the blunt end of his bad mood from supposedly someone stealing a whole lot of money from him. It was really horrible and I was pretty damn scared of him. It wasn’t until Sunday walking around and him showing me some things that I actually had a little bit of a good time. But throughout the whole nine yards it was very strained and I had to try to figure out how to keep him from not blowing up at me anymore and it just made me feel like shit really. That’s just to keep it short and sweet. It didn’t need to be mentioned though this is the beginning of a pattern that’s going to be shown throughout this.

Working For 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.

This person acting like Larry had said he wanted me to work for him. Doing some clerical work and being 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 I’m 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 it was revealed to me that I was going to have to send them almost all of my check to receive this “case” of paperwork 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 it is still on my messenger. The name Larry Garner still shows up even though the profile has of course since been deleted.