Male celebrities are permitted to force people to do anything. Anything at all. You can’t ever report them to the police for anything. They have a system of denial in place. You can quite literally be held hostage, forced to have sex, have work stolen, be harassed, abused, any crime can be committed and they will be so worried about public fallout that you will be denied access to police and all events will be denied. In fact they will set it up to look like it never happened – they brandish that they will make you look like you made it all up to harm them. They become the victim.
They can steal anything that they want to, they can force women and men to have sex or to be in orgies, they are the only men in the world who are “allowed” to have sex with underage people. Only they can make up the truth and they tell the ordinary people like me what the truth is so that I have to kowtow and repeat it.
Getting individual consent isn’t necessary during an orgy …. You don’t require individual consent … they will tell you that they now rule everything and that everyone wants them or wants to sleep with them…. So they don’t have a legal requirement to ask if people want to have sex with them they just presume it. That is why some of them require lectures on consent. The sexiest men alive sometimes think that it gives them the right to sleep with anyone without asking permission.
Because a woman says that she was more popular than I was due to her race, I now am spoken to and referred to by all as her absolute inferior, because they believed someone who was a desperate in life. She used freely used racist terms, and the N word but went to orgies with black men, but refused and denied celebrity access to a beautiful woman of colour (who is prettier than she is, but then most girls were at our school) the woman of colour had family there who I had thought of going back to stay with to escape the harassment. I really needed her and other people to be there to stop the abuse, have me paid and to stop them from threatening and brandishing that they would destroy the rest of my life. We had recently been to Europe together.
This woman despise wealthy people and harassed wealthy people because she alwasy felt left out. Our wealthy neighbours wanted to call the police on her due to being a public nuisance at her house and ours, and for loitering. She was much like the man who stole my lyrics, he wanted to be upwardly mobile and he had an issue with the gentry for not including him and belittling him. Wealthy little girls and wealthy women know what that is like. She was locked out of the neighborhood as a driveling fool and a nuisance, and a stalker, but there was something about her that they have accepted has made it so that I must always be referred to as the ugly ethnic olive skinned inferior to the new girl who was known for hatred, disparaged and seen as embarrassing. I can’t do much about why they think I should be held as inferior, or why their racism dictates that there are people who are right and people who are wrong, even being nominated for school captain, giving speeches, being a relatively good orator, being the lead in every single play until I relinquished a role and asked to never act again, all the travel, all the extracurricular activities, finishing school, advanced degrees, everyone treating me as a valuable person, something about me makes me inferior to her, I don’t know what it is or why she said I had to die “so that people don’t find out that I lied,” who she is, her lack of popularity, winning the lotto, GPS men wouldn’t date her, people mimicked her rough as guts accent…I don’t know, it’s just skin tone I suppose…at least that is what they said.
She had never met anyone upper class before meeting my grandmother, she yelled and spat and yelled expletives at my confident and dulcet toned grandmother who politely asked her to leave. “You are not a Dural girl she said, you don’t sound like them and you don’t act like them.” She trotted out racist terms that Australian’s from most backgrounds don’t use, being from the lowest class and the most impoverished area it wasn’t unusual for people like that to castigate anyone that made them feel inferior. They had Australianess and we didn’t. We didn’t deserve to be there and it was “just wrong that we had more money, we shouldn’t be rich, we were taking Australian money.” She made up a stack of egregious lies about my family, was paid for them or paid in kind for them I suspect. What was shocking was that her sister, who weighed about the same as me at the time (perhaps 80 kilos) said that she was rewarded for lying about me by “getting to sleep with a celebrity.” She then said that the celebrity had slept with both sisters and that “she was a better F than her sister.” She said it with a big smile, the celebrity had said so. They then told me that the other man who had committed grand larceny, racketeered and forced me to write, “didn’t sleep with her so that he didn’t hurt me.” Well, I refused to sleep with him, and told him not to touch me, he forced me to write for him and quite frankly was an abusive man who had not finished school and was not my type, so I don’t know why No meant to him that I would feel bad if he slept with the sister of the person who he used for egregious lies to commit grand larceny. But hey, that was Vini, a bit dumb about who wanted to sleep with him, sleeping with men and trans people and with 4 girlfriends, he had exposed himself to women from Mosman. Compared to the men I dated, being an ex-plumber who was pressuring me to do things for him and lying about me and yelling at me and others didn’t really mean that I thought he was a catch. But hey people who commit larceny and racketeering crimes for a group of mobsters are really just gangsters whores and likely to make up anything that they want to.
I guess dumb is good for an orgy and it helped her to get a leg up in the world so to speak. I guess as a Christian I have to accept that I am just her inferior now. It was ostensibly to bestow her with the importance that she so desired, but it really was just to hide money. She was just so jealous that my stables were larger than her home. They had copied the Neighbours and put in a mini tennis court to be like the rest of the area. We lived in the acreage area and she didn’t. No one thought much about it, but she did. We didn’t finish ours as the Neighbour’s complained that it was too close to their yard. We were putting in a helipad there instead but we had Neighbours complain about racehorses and polo and the like (she lived in a different area without horses, it wasn’t landed…the only thing that they had was a tennis court squeezed onto the property) I guess she became an important person due to a small tennis court. I used to ride all the time anyone and had tennis lessons after private dressage lessons on my dressage arena so it didn’t really matter to me. I had no other space to fit in another activity as I danced three times per week and was committed to that and chosen for a dance troup that performed. So between that and drama and improv, every afternoon was taken and Saturday was already a big day. Being a later comer to the party so to speak, and to tennis and the games and ways of the rich made her an angry outsider with a grudge against wealthy people and led to her fabricating egregious lies about our family that were used for non payment of funds. We were also not allowed to sue her for those claims and for lost money as they all hid it jointly and denied it to family members. I would still sue her for all lost income and would report her to the police. It was truly shocking when the sisters stalked me at the mall (also the outsiders at the mall) to tell me to kill myself so that they weren’t charged. I guess they don’t want everyone from school to know she was the first to volunteer for all the orgies too. She pretends that she was valuable and respected and not a whore at an orgy who did the orgies for free.
But I guess playing tennis makes me eternally inferior to everyone else who did the orgies for the men. She made the boast to GPS men, TKS wouldn’t date her due to her accent because it was “as rough as guts” , and the North Shore, well she told them that horses eat straw and hay and they caught her out and berated her and chucked her out. So, she could finally get a GPS boy to sleep with her, (as long as they had no knowledge of who she was) I showed her one day when our stable hand wasn’t there what horses eat so she could be finally be a part of it all. We were all told to be avuncular to her. Be kind to people, even people who are desperate to be a part of things, or orgies, or the horse-riding community or the GPS, even when they demand that you kill yourself to hide their lowly background. She had a grudge against all GPS men and boys and GPS women and girls and all poeple from wealthy backgrounds, she just couldn’t get them to take her seriously.
I dance around as the ugliest woman in the world with the truth. There is no proof because they wanted to have my dogs raped and to have me raped hundreds of times to punish me as the ugliest woman in the world with the world’s worst breasts and legs and breasts, and backside…it was just so funny for the orgy men.
Sometimes the victims of these men and unpopular grudge holders from school, their gangsters whores, meet with foul play. I did. So did my dogs.
They were prepared to extort, blackmail, pay off, bribe, give payment or sex in kind… all these things have currency to them. These things aren’t true. They tell lies about people. Every Diddy has been told to keep their mouths shut or they won’t be believed. Unless there are photos or there is video documentary of abuse “ I am taking measures to ensure people won’t believe you.” They don’t allow you to have proof …. They need all terror to be rained down on you.
The first way to spot one of these guys is to see if they have constructed a fiefdom. Fiefdoms are not a requirement for people who simply accidentally offended someone or who said the wrong thing one day. Fiefdoms are a sign to look for. People with fiefdoms aren’t cancelled. They willingly take the rights of people in full view. If they are willing to steal, then are they willing to not ask consent for other things.
I can’t stand some celebrities because they are never prosecuted as criminals. I almost never go near celebrities, there are tons where I live. My resort was opened by Whitney Houston and Frank Sinatra. They are always in the village. This or that celebrity from a big movie. I live near Fox studios. Locals don’t blink an eyelid. People don’t even talk about it. Every single one. I don’t even look up if they walk in to an establishment. I avoid it. Hey I don’t even like famous people so why be enamored. I stand in the crowd. It’s not that I am disrespectful, no one here looks up. Because I live behind gates with lots of CCTV. Every person who has ever been to my house is recorded and on camera.
People don’t realise they are involved in harming people, having people hated and not believed and in harming animals.
Did I walk away from everyone never to want to see them again because they were puerile, putrid, sleeping with the scum of Australia, revolting and complicit in the camaraderie of stealing … yes I did, yes I did. They liked the girls with the rough as guts accents as they did the orgies. The Mosman and Toorak and Dural women didn’t want to. I tried to bring the people who were really from Dural, or with legal backgrounds, or really from Tara over but they wouldn’t allow me to do that. They said that no women of colour were to come over either. I tried to bring over the legal eagles from Bond University but I was attacked and castigated for suggesting it.
Did they try to kill me so that no one found that “turned down famous men”, yes … why stay for that animal orgy when Bond was waiting for me. The racists, writhing around with disgusting and dirty racists making them feel important at an orgy to help them steal. Revolting behaviour… inhuman and dehumanising things were done. I couldn’t wait to escape and leave it behind me… I always hoped that they would send a cheque via an accountant or a boffin…. I just despised being treated that way. They way they treat people and they think that everyone should want to be like them … especially the poor and the weak, and the vulnerable…. You have to want to be surrounded by trash and brashly flashing cash around and your greedy, greedy lifestyle and withholding of funds. Payment and being set free from being raped every day, forced to say because no one believed me… he carried through every single threat that he made in the 90’s. They told me that I not worth anything at all as a gang rape survivor that’s why they were allowed to steal from me … it made me unimportant and easy to steal from. He told me that he set out to get his kids onto the throne as it was the ultimate status symbol and it would be his biggest achievement after receiving his investiture.
I live ensconced in luxury in Australia’s premier resort but much like Dural there is no vulgar display of luxury or money. Everyone just dresses in golfing clothes or resort wear. No one makes a big deal about anything or grandstands.
It’s not very responsible or respectful of human rights if you trot out a beautiful or wealthy woman who trades on beauty and her brand to get vulnerable women under control so controlling men to have their way and have their iron fist will be done.
Due to the gang rape he paid stalkers to give the appearance of mental health issues, he paid for a suicide but I survived it … but my dogs didn’t. It was horrible to be abused to be forced to work … it still makes me want to die when I think of it.
Everyone in that room is my worst enemy, and I’d rather not remember that time…. It’s wonderful how the mind obeys that. He said to the word that children had to die for his career. Everyone had to die for his career. That they couldn’t risk anyone knowing that I wanted children. That’s the way the industry works … with a child they could found everything out when I had children …. He said to me he just couldn’t risk that and risk them seeing me and finding out “what he had done.” They touched their shame and their shameful women… they were disgusting types that no one else would touch… no one at school would … they were the untouchables…. But they lied about me not dating … and changed every other detail of my life, because they were so embarrassed that their only use was a part of an orgy. Now I am their inferiors and was always spoken to that way, people repeated every egregious lie about my family and would not let my brother and his friends meet there. A number of them were already in London. Too many crimes were being committed and those people were hanging out with top society and not these people.
I had never heard of this level of psychopathy and people hiding it even thought it was in plain view. There was no way out for me. Even going back to my friends family in the country to pick some things up, that was closed down for me.
Why? He said he was going to pay people to give the appearance of mental health issues and that is how he would portray me. He said incorrectly and egregiously that I had bi-polar and that he would frame me a certain way. I had abuse daily and not a mood disorder. He fabricated it to take my lyrics…and that if I told anyone he would have me framed as unwell. “I don’t want it to happen to you love but it will.” He paid dearly for that and to try to make that appear to the case. Psychopath… then he belittled me by trying to help me not appear to be that way. Psychopath. I wasn’t bipolar he was just laughing at me due to the gang rape every day and I was being raped everyday …. “Oh my goodness what is the matter… “ you making fun of me for a gang rape. Speaking with ex-police and crime specialists I now know that this a personality type and it is unlikely that I am the only one who has been treated this way, or forced to do things, or had egregious lies made up about them. Speaking to another ex-cop I have decided to write autobiographical fiction as that is the best way to talk about crimes. What I do know is that they glorify their orgy women and speak about them in glowing terms and they talk down to me and I am always referred to with egregious lies and as the inferior to the pale and lovely skin of the Anglo-Saxon women. Everything about my body was wrong, everything about me is wrong, they chased me down nipping at my heels taking away my money and my life twice to teach me the lesson that I can’t get away and that I must appear to be inferior so that their story holds up.
“Well you are ok now that you are at Bond. F love what am I going to do now that I can’t re-traumatise you every day.” He even viewed me as being a threat to him if I had children or breath in my lungs. He had multiple threats made against me … death by media pile on, fake claims, egregious things about gang rapes, teasing me over being molested as a girl. It was never-ending. I told him how to have my family disown me … so he fabricated that I took drugs over there. Yet I had suggested my brother and his band of friends come over and sort everything out, and family friend Dee. He hissed at me. “But I don’t want things sorted out, I want things this way so that I can say the work is mine.”
He called me when I was at Bond worried that I wasn’t acting like an abused woman who was being raped every day again… a head scratcher about how to get me back to that constant fetal ball I was in due to abuse. He called quite a bit so I still felt like and reacted like I was being abused. It just made me quieter than I usually was as they started to suggest that I commit suicide again.
It wasn’t a Bittersweet Symphony for me … for me it was daily rape and making fun of vaginas that had either been molested or that had been used for giving birth…yes he is that guy, that is his level of conversation and what is funny to him. Puerile and idiotic. I told him all could be fixed but he took all my money again and again. I just didn’t want to do those orgies so I guess that makes it a Bittersweet Symphony. It wasn’t at all from a woman’s perspective, and for someone who dated even wealthier men than the ones who were there. It was clearly just abusive, it was abuse for hire for lyrics.
It was daily humiliation over a gang rape and being molested … racism, whatever was useful to dehumanize me and take away reproductive rights … whatever marked me for death and had me targeted for attack. It wasn’t fun for me… being coerced to have sex and to write and to be made fun of for not doing orgies and for not being allowed to wear my make up or cool and stylish clothes … it was “hurtful” it was abusive it was deliberate and caused great harm. Because I wasn’t allowed to wear fashionable clothes and had to walk around with my butt showing, they made fun of me for my lack of style, for my shoes, for my hair that was not done, for the stacks of prestige make up that I had at the apartment that I wasn’t allowed to wear. They teased my about not being allowed to have my hair done weekly or facials. I managed a wan smile throughout it all. No style, no class. At school those very same girls harassed me because I had a blow dry and facial weekly from the age of 12, they eventually tried to copy me saying their fathers would pay for that now too when they were about 17. I guess they finally showed everyone.
I can’t stand being near them. I just don’t want to hear it. They harm people without power. Or they take the power and the powerful people away, famous or not. I will not be mocked into silence. Lots of people despise famous people and I can’t say many nice things about them.
The bible says to not mock lest you be mocked. He swore at the producer saying Vin you have to keep this a secret because I’m the one who is going to be like Milli Vanilli one day and stripped of all honours and prestige if people find out. He was just so worried and kept repeating, “I can’t risk people finding out that I stole my work, I have said it is mine now.” Other people don’t hide a fraud or commit one, they don’t need to, to get ahead.
I received too much attention sometimes at school and some girls hated me for it …I sought ways to get less attention. The racist ones and the jealous ones were the worst but I got along with most people and always invited everyone …. I received a lot more attention than my siblings … every time a fuss was made jealous racists attacked me for their taking attention …. They couldn’t figure out why I kept getting attention and they couldn’t seem to get any … even with their pants dropped they were away and spurned and ridiculed. It was because we had the equivalent of hundreds of millions of dollars. In the end I learnt to fade into the background so I wasn’t attacked and so they could get the attention they so deeply desired … I despised attention and fuss…I don’t like it… who cares about what I do and why should they while there are so many people hurting in the world. What I do is only important to me. Some people are on the right side of things and some are on the wrong side.
I really don’t mind that they had sex and orgies with racists it’s just that I don’t like having brain damage and I’ll never be the same after having my dogs harassed so they could complete the process of stealing. I don’t want another relationship with anyone, I just want to stay alone. I don’t want to be in a relationship with secrets so I guess I’ll have to wait to be patronized for brain damage and rape again and my race again someday if I am lucky.
Never look for better weather they needed to just bring it with them. Abusive people or people who are hiding something always cause the weather to be inclement. They have no choice but to do that because they have done something wrong. They have little other choice because of all the crimes. They don’t want you to know about the crimes. As I said at the time I don’t care about who was popular at school and I though all who raised it were pathetic and just laughed and didn’t correct you as you had your geek orgies. It really tickled me that you had orgies with the geeks based on the fact that you thought they were cheerleaders and not outcasts and always disparaged and put down. They were not the popular or good-looking girls who had boyfriends, they were teased and belittled and mimicked to keep them from harming people. Teenage girls do that with narcissists, they make them outliers so that they don’t tell people to commit suicide or have the power to harass people. It’s called Bystander Theory.
He expected me to look as good as a celebrity even after taking all my money away twice. That is a part of the abuse. It was a set to fail and then mock strategy for someone who didn’t want to be in or near the industry. Someone who ran from it, who had 4 offers to stay. It’s abusive. Abusers don’t treat everyone the same way, they have to have someone to take their hate out on. No one from my background or with my opportunities of friends or other men I have dated wants to be in a scummy industry. Even if you pay to try to change all the facts, have me harassed, try to take or lie to all powerful friends and family, or change my circumstances or take away all my power the fact remains that I didn’t want to be there, no wealthy person would accept this, need this or want to be there. It’s just is a fact. However, you make it appear, I am still allowed to admit to feelings of wanting to flee and escape and for secretly preparing to go to university while people were begging me to stay to escape the harm.
He used to send a jealous person, a curmudgeon or a stalker to ensure I am kept quiet. He’s got the most ridiculous stooges. Some people know that I have to be belittled for his enjoyment. Never worry time is not on your side but the law is…. I am ok never seeing anyone again. But I used to run to them to hide me from the bad people to keep me safe.
Their issue with me was gaining too much attention they said it was wrong for someone who isn’t a true Australian. They yelled it at me in the halls, I faded into the background so that they stopped telling me to die so they could become popular like me. The racist men readily believed them, and I wasn’t allowed to bring my friend over because she was woman of colour. The orgy geeks were worried that she would take their hard won with lies attention away. Some men just like Anglo-Saxon women over all others, and that’s ok, that is just who they are. They did accept and repeat lies based on racism and hiding how disparaged they are. I just lost all respect for people who cared about popularity first, and it was funnier and more pointed because they were the unpopular just saying they were popular, there was no meat there, they were all just shallow men. I didn’t correct them, I left them to taking turns with the racists. They pandered to the most reviled girls from school, just for saying they were popular, they were believed because they said only Anglo-Saxon girls could be well liked in Australia. I didn’t court popularity, I just couldn’t see the point, I had other things to focus on, reading, writing and riding, I didn’t need anything outside myself or my family.
He believed any true Australian over me, he said “he wanted to, he wanted it this way, he didn’t want my friend Dee to straighten things out and to say what the truth is…. Then he attempted to damage my reputation with her and her reputation with her world-famous clients and her world-famous close friends. It was dangerous he said for well-known people and powerful people to believe me. He told me that he would be taking that all away.
The men didn’t know how bad it was to be forced to have sex every day by one set of people and to be forced and abused into being made to work by another set so they could keep the work and say it was theirs. Due to my race and racism I was harassed and treated like an inferior person, just like a pet dog. Thats why he sent a dog rapist and paid him to molest my ex-partner’s dog CC.
You can read my books on the internet. I don’t want force anyone to see me or to make them feel bad or uncomfortable. Truth be told it is something that I dread, as they will just repeat egregious lies and racism, and they will just take all the racists at their word, and I am just the inferior person to the person with the tennis court anyway and they seem me as the unpopular and most hated girl from school so I probably have nothing to say to them and really wouldn’t enjoy being around them anyway. In those circumstances I would rather not see them and just write about it in books, verse and lyrics. I have a thousand more songs but I don’t really organise many or rearrange them as songs because of imposter syndrome and everyone attacked me and some people stalked me because they don’t believe me. That is the cherry on the top for him, he knew people would do the “who do you think you are” that’s why he didn’t allow me to have credit…it’s more abuse that he didn’t have to even organize, orchestrate or be there for.
No one knows the things I know. I don’t say things because they are not my story to tell. That is all trapped in time and something that is ever mentioned… it’s just not me.
I am a fiercely private person but I had to learn how to talk about me a bit, I don’t like to, not after the “getting too much attention at school issue”. My preference is to not see anyone again who was involved with racists because they were knowingly involved with racists.
I don’t like people to know about me but I had to become and develop a backbone and to start care about me when other people want me to not care about me at all, they only care about them. I had to learn to speak up even though my voice is shaking and would rather hide than confront it all. I just don’t like the things you do and don’t want to do the things you do. I don’t want to see anyone condensing or who has slept with stalkers or talked to dog rapists again please.
I’ve never had a mood disorder I have an abuse disorder. He would dissociate for control and taught dog boy the same trick. At first, I thought that dog boy was bugging me as he used to audibly break wind into his flip phone. I wondered why he did it at the time. Why did he want me to repeat after him? He would say the same things wanting me to repeat after him by rote … 10-15 times ? Why was it important to have me on the record as saying things that I have never said or wanted? He was trying to create an unfixable situation because he just didn’t want to pay me or admit that he passed his work off as mine. No one ever noticed. Ever… even when he couldn’t write the same things or the same way.
I didn’t believe the things he wanted me to say, they were all his beliefs or very unpopular beliefs and the opposite of what I thought. It had to be “hide how amazing she is” until I die or destroy the intellect and creativity to a sufficient level. He hated anyone who was near them, he hated all women and disparaged female sexuality, women haters get along well together.
Like it was in London every time they tried to help me people he would start harming me or attacking me. I think they wanted to see me come to great harm. Abuse, sexual assault, being held against my will, being demeaned in front of people. I don’t know what was valuable enough to harm me for. I know it won’t ever end; it’s even happened here a couple of years ago. I forgive that person for saying I wasn’t pretty enough to be paid in London, she didn’t know there were crimes and that there was a crime spree to make it appear as so, it just part of the system of lies. It was like my world came crashing down. It’s always going to happen he will always make great fun of me and will reward other people to do the same thing. I looked like my photo on LinkedIn but she said I was too ugly to be paid. I don’t understand… I was thin and looked the best I ever have or will. I know it’s not about being ugly as they made so many threats about “how to make sure no one finds out they were stealing.” It was deliberate it wasn’t even a little bit about ugly. It was about money and not ugly. I am happy to say that I am ugly and that I was uglier than the Anglo-Saxon women, that and a tennis court made me their inferior after being their superior around reasonable non-orgy goers.
Why do men boast about hating Christian women, when Christian women say no. Why? Why boast about being evil, evil isn’t funny it just means you don’t care who you destroy and what harm comes to them and that you only think of you. Thats what evil people do. Why do they hate and stir up trouble against good people.
He said I was never allowed to love anyone or to have anything to love. He and the bagman that he sent to Bond had to hide that I wanted children and when everyone started having them back in early noughties I was working hard so my children could be raised riding and attend the same private schools that I attended he said they had to make sure that no one found that out. Then they went after my dogs. At Bond they also told me that I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend or to keep dating the man I was dating because he was too powerful and he would F him up and F up the life of any man that I was with. Because I had a vaginal tear from molestation everyone else has to be held up as better than I am in bed, he used to refer to me as the “vaginal tear” …. I have to provoke disgust due to gang raped and the vaginal tear that I had fixed. Ok ? So I get to be the most disgusting woman in the world who was told I had to commit suicide for racists so they could pretend to have been the popular girls. Then they waited so I couldn’t go to the police about it. Narcissists always perjure themselves anyway. Then they all denied it so I had to be beaten for 13 years.
When I saw a verse book by an artist I said I think I can do that and the bagman who was in contact with them and making comments, and discouraging me from doing my business and making fun of my property portfolio, and my creativity … this time he flipped it and said you are so F ing amazing …of course you can write a book of lyrics like that, “that’s what I am here to stop, that’s my job.” “That’s how I get to Byron to hang out with the big band. We can’t let anyone find out how creative you are and what you did. F you are amazing.” “We have to hide that.” I am an ugly woman and I should never have sex again even though I have had surgery now.
I hope you can see your reflection in the mirror one day and see what people actually think of you. Don’t kid yourself just go to Byron, I don’t want to be your friend… taunt me with dog rapes and a lower place that my stalkers … that’s ok. I’ll count it all Joy. You are sick people to sleep with stalkers and hang out with them.
Look at the deliberate harm. Look at what he did. Look at the intended harm and the threats and planning that went into it. He carried out the threats to the very word. It killed a man I think. He made big Vin cry so many times. He forced him and he wouldn’t let him fix things. He was clearly frightened and he was given threatening looks, and forced to comply when he wanted to just stop it all. The star couldn’t risk it anymore he said. It was both terrifying and sad to watch. They would dissociate me and discuss their plans in front of me. That’s why I know what they are. The powerful person made the plans and dominated the cruelty. Vin wasn’t cruel he was crying watching what he was doing to harm me and watching him take me apart piece by piece.
You can’t tear down the walls of a fiefdom.
I wasn’t allowed to have a hearth. Why? I don’t know, someone to garrison, to sue them, to sue the producer, someone to take my side. Some support, he wanted to be vilified he said, he wanted no one, not one person in my life to know about the threats, he wanted no one for me. “Nothing good for you love.” I was held hostage that last night and forced to have sex. There was no way that I could do what he wanted to avoid his harm. Even being prettier, or thinner or to change body types. My good clothes were at home. Difficult things were forced upon me. It was to deliberately take away my Disney.
That’s why those unpopular girls were so jealous of me, they said they would take my horses away. I always have to be in a lower place to those geeks because they did the orgies and everyone has to talk down to and be derivative and cruel and they have to talk to me as thought there is something wrong with me and they have to make me feel very inferior to them and very lucky to have known them. If I am very, very lucky maybe one day I will win the lotto too….. but it will always be no to the orgies and the men …. I am so ugly compared to everyone else. I am the ugliest. I had the worst breasts and terrible legs and a horrible backside. They liked to spread the cheeks wide of the girl with the flabby backside because she had the nice light skin that they all like. What is the retribution for having my animals attacked. Me never wanting to be in their presence again. Every day I see them is like a suicide day. Perhaps they will get a woman who is “good in bed and sans vaginal tear” to teach me how to be a proper woman one day so that I can be just like a woman that they admire and who they think is pretty.
He hated that I was dating someone and in a house with law students. He yelled at me, said he would deny it and belittled me and had a go at me before I would go out on dates or out at night. I don’t know what the purpose was to all of it. He said that I could never have a relationship because of the vaginal tear. It made me different to other people. He said it did. He said most women who had been molested were “very good in bed because the men who molested them teach them what to do at a young age.” He said that his “whore” was the best women in bed that he ever had and ever will have, that she was better than all the models.
He didn’t ever “have control of me” he had me in fear of him. I was never starstruck. So many people try to sue him and can’t tell their stories or even contact the police about him. Celebrities can never be charged with anything because they find the most important people that they can find to stand next to make them “undisruptable.”
What a terrible person he is to lie about what happened in that room? What a terrible person he is to expect him to be his alibi to lie for him what a terrible person he is to put people through it just because he wants to be the centre of attention famous and rich beyond his wildest imagination remember he only had £3 million at the time. The alibi died, perhaps it killed him.
Because I had made a lot more money than the bag men and the bag ladies I decided to move into another property to build my personal wealth and property portfolio. I had been designing a home at Dural with fireplaces and bathrooms and a kitchens that I loved to move there. Due to the antics of the bag man I ended up selling it … he exhausted me by trying to get me to commit suicide. I was tired, taking too much Oroxine to escape domestic violence and lose weight, I was being harassed daily and was working 16 hour days. He did ruin my partners life and he showed him by having his beautiful dog raped. How well shown we were not to mess with the music industry.
I had every MBAs dream a very successful first entrant start up. It was what I had been working towards since 1996 and had been planning since 1994. I had met 3 college educated American women in Vienna or Germany and we travelled together. Two of them were at college at time and some were from a top one percent family. They convinced me that if I had the opportunity to get a double master’s degree then I should take the opportunity and run. Then I met Australians and Eastern Europeans who shared the same sentiment as they did in Paris. When I had stopped by the university in 94, I had met so many Jetset people the owner of the top French champagne brand, owners of banks and law firms, children of captains of industry and people who were preparing with law degrees for politics… I knew that London was not good soil and they were talking down to all Antipodeans and lumping us all in together… even when meeting well to do people there I was trampled on and lied about by people who dreamt of becoming upwardly mobile and having what I already had. I already knew owners of radio and Tv stations so when there was a media threat of lies made against me in London and in Australia in the early noughties I just laughed in their face…really I said to the bag man… you think you can control the media and take down media outlets … just for your convenience? It’s the same thing that they threatened in London to take my lyrics. Laughable and fanciful and as realistic as they needed the bag men and bag ladies to be.
The bag man was jealous of the high-rise development sites, the large office buildings, the commercial factories and the stack of blue-chip properties. The 70 acres of green fields. What was not to be jealous of ? His jealousy started in the room.
They used psychological abuse and psychological warfare because I dared to leave and escape their control. I had become a money maker and they were peddling my words as theirs. It was a dangerous time and I was strangled and held hostage verbally abused forced to have sex and coerced to do many, many things that I didn’t want to do. It started a cycle of abuse. That is how I ended up with my partner. These were men that I didn’t want so I came to great harm from them while they squeezed the life out of me wrenching my work out of my hands. Then they all got together and gaslit me and denied it so I could be raped hundreds more times and strangled.
They just didn’t want me to have children or credit for my work but all the men do. I know they can’t give me anything of value, ever. I would have preferred to never remember them at all.
The exception was putting on a show so the men could see the ease of improvising and writing as a non-forced mirror of what had been happening in the room. The pressure applied of demeaning me and humiliating me. I despised the thought of fame and I couldn’t stand the people who were famous.
Nah love, nah love you can’t be around powerful people anymore, if you are, I’ll be caught. “People will find out what I have done.” To the word. It wasn’t so much about ugly, look at my LinkedIn photo and photos of me at Bond. I am happy to say that I am ugly, but what then does the phrase “People will find out what I have done” …what does that mean? Why say that? Why hide it and not just use a non-de-plume.
Even if you don’t love them and don’t want them, they attempt to cause so much abuse, harm, silencing and trauma that the trauma causes an injury in the brain and you just can’t get the words of what occurred in that back room out of your mouth. They tell you to commit suicide. Speak even though your voice is shaking.
People who don’t believe in human rights and who believe in mistreating have their indentured servants belittled and sexually humiliated, they demonise and castigate those in forced servitude to them, giving them no choices and no basic human rights. They are human rights abusers …. Never make it about men or female servants … what a cop out and what about trans people.
They all love to mock the big fat dumb ugly Kmart wearing punters. Don’t they? They are lower form of the human species. The people who do their own cleaning, their own hair, who have to work longer hours than they do, who can’t go on holidays who can’t go to dinners…. People who have to go hungry or to food banks… they are just useful to flummox them and make think that they want to be them … like their servants they are just there to worship people.
Cops can see it, punters can’t.
These people think they should be rulers of the world and did unconscionable things to get where they are, they stood over people, had people harmed and lied and stole to be considered worthy of ruling over other people. Well, they have the right over God to rule over and take any destiny or any career … they don’t believe in free will at all, they are forcers and castigators of the inferiors who want to help people and who cast no thought to ruling over others or having other people love them to fill up that deep hole inside.
The notion of celebrity attracts criminals. Any position in which total power is exerted over another and no laws apply attracts the very worst element.