Back in the day I would sometimes post stories directly from readers that I thought were a bit out there so to speak. This one might take the cake. The thing is though, over their two part missive to me, a LOT of the things that I could actually check out did check out. The problem I have is that it would be impossible to make descriptions for some of these people because they are obscure celebrities. That being said, this was all brought on because of what the reader knows about this former A+ list mostly movie actor who was that high when he was a child and was the highest paid child actor in the world at the time. Now? He lives on the interest and residuals from those days. See what you can make of all of this. The first part actually came with evidence, but if I give it to you now, there will be nothing to guess.
I need your prayers, empathy, perspective and professional opinion - or referral to the right person who is at liberty to have an open discussion... You appear to know where some if not all of the socio-narcopathic bodies are buried in my emotional crypt. My sister is surrounded by people who are pedosexuals - from her time as a child star - and her mother normalizes and buries my own abuse and has for 40 years. She was instrumental in trying to erase me fro mmy father's legacy. When he died they did not even tell me and were outraged I went to his funeral to say goodbye. They use the results of their betrayal to justify it, naturally. But I spent about 35 years now trying to find out if _______ was on Team Decent Human Being or Team Narcissitc Family Abuse Subject Matter Expert.
This - my issues - are complicated because I married a monster that was their fused insane narcopath and I seriously think he lost his motherfucking mind when he walked into that chapel and I had been there for an hour and did not speak to him AT ALL. _________'s aunt, step-father, husband, mother, herself all had this Hypocrisy Parade to say I had every right to be there, blah blah blah - though they had not picked up the phone and have not since - and she comes up and hugs me and I thought to myself - this is not for me - it's for her - and them. I did not ask them to say one word and no one else who knows about this did either.
I think my father, I hope anyway - I don't know. I am just wretchedly sad. I think when I discovered you in June because I have never heard of you in my life... and I saw all that stuff about ________, _________, __________ and, me - I have a very severe case of premeditated percepticide. I had joined this secret pedophile hunters group and they said to me in there that she HAD to have been abused too - mine was not like a rape thing either it was more like a denial thing and you bleed to much about it anyway thing. I think.
i LOVED them, they have never loved me. Ever. So, I am not quite sure yet? But it looks like they may have disowned and disinherited me and now I've made that embarassing and difficult... because that's how I roll with the motherfucking pedosexual objectifying normalizing folks.
________ did something really nasty to me about using my husband that works at a fancy ___________ jewelry store on the UES - ________ duped ________ - and trust me - he never saw her coming and if I went around telling anyone who would listen what a toxic soup she is? I would get called worse than I already do - so I just said "I don't think that is a very good idea honey. I had to practically worship Oprah Winfrey to let go of wishing she would die...by spontaneous combustion." Funny, it's not quite back yet? But fucking close. Ommmmmm my gawd. LOL
So _______ makes this custom pendant for ________, and I pay for the gold and diamonds - and by this time I am about 3 years into a nightmare custody battle because why? My ex-husband was leaving my kids with my dad and his third wife and he was making red satin thong jokes in front of her and it made me crazy. Really awkward and uncomfortable, and I swear I never set a boundary in my life that they did not nuke on the spot and put me in my spot.
He makes her a custom guitar too. He never finsihed my wedding ring or my guitar. I felt like - he married me to be near her. And when I left he stripped me bare of everything and I JUST got approved for foodstamps and medicare in the last 10 days. I am no perfect angel but I was 14 when this shit storm started brewing. I have a serious health condition and my ex-husband it turns out? My father knew he had assaulted me and colluded with him and my mother to take my kids because I "destroyed him" for telling what happened to me.
#MeToo highlighted Woody Allen right? Did you know that the Responsible Fatherhood Initiative FUNDS THAT SHIT for them? I have all the documentation and _____ and _______ know and have since at least 2010. I was determined to survive this? But helping others. Can you fucking imagine my spaghettin head when I saw your stuff on _________? My father told me he believed that _________ had an affair with him behind ________'s back and when I saw this article below I thought she has no loyalty at all - ever - that was her distancing herself from him because - well that's what a narcissistic discard IS.
Enty? My mother makes _______ look like a fucking saint.
Anyway, _________ takes the pendant and does this -
And the proof was what was listed below, but we will save that for a special reveal day. Now, here is part two.
I read that and it barely makes sense. I am sorry, it's hard to share it with a stranger and trust the universe too. But I see you know the nature of the beast and expose it too. I need to back up a bit. I have been living a true life Gaslight at least, and much more openly since 1976.
This is the condensed version:
I was a precocious neglected, abused child. Born 1962 to two teenagers. My mother ____________, then, groomed me using ___________'s two volume anthology of adult female sexual fantasy in the early 1970s between 1974 and 1976 towards her neoliberal model of feminism. My mother has never disclosed her own sexual abuse issues, but her mother was married to a man 41 years her senior when she was barely 18 years old. My mother harped on my mission to correct this hillbilly legacy rooted in the coal mines of the Ozark mountains for as long as I can remember.
My father was deeply ashamed of failing his own future by impregnating this beautiful social pariah in the back of a Dodge, but his parents stuck by him and he completed his education. His adolesence was interutpted and he was called _______, __________ and "the world's oldest teenager" but my father drowned his sorrows and needed to prove his sexual prowess intensely so that plus the 1970s collided to create a bizarre home. My parents entered into an agreement to have an open, swinging, lifestyle. But it did not quite go as my father hoped. My mother would not perform in front of him and reframed her sexual freedom in the form of an apartment on campus about a block from a disco where my father was the local John Travolta.
A year before my parents split up, in November 1976, my father came home blind drunk in a blackout. Ordinarily they were just never there at all, but this night he was home early, and completely trashed. I had never seen him this incapacitated but I don't judge and just do what I must. I helped him from the front door, bathroom where he undressed and showered on his own. He was having trouble getting to the bed and I worried he would get hurt. He flopped onto his bed damp and it was very cold, so I leaned over to cover him up, like a taco inside their comforter, he thought I was my mom, reached up, kissed me and touched my breast to kiss her good night and passed out cold. I freaked the fuck out inside.
I did not say anything for 4 months until March 1977. But was angry, and hurt and confused and there was quite a lot of this going on in other homes and my girlfriends and I discussed it at the lunchtable at school. That had beenthe case prior to this, and of course I told them too. To my father "this" is the problem. Not that he was drunk enough to have this be told ever, at all, but that I as his daughter was hurt and confused and could not possibly contextualize any of this. He always saw himself like an adult in relationship to being an early father. He did not understand that at 14, despite the responsibilities and autonomy I was granted that I was far too young to embrace them.
When I did confront him and my mother... Everything was very upsetting to me and to them. They dispatched it as soon as they could and to them this is where the story begins and ends, and I just should never have perpetuated this problem or "allowed" it to destroy me. So they started trying to make this about one 60 second incident. It was not rape, it was the crescendo to an ambient sexualization, an objectiffication and normalization of it, for over a decade. I was still a child. But you seem to be the one guy in the entertainment industry that understands that Lolita as an icon has an underlying agenda and my father was attracted to a woman that was tormented and twisted about pedosexuality for reasons I will never know. But it is deeply embedded in her ancestry. My failure to escape her fate and generations of mothers behind us, is her indictment. Her self indictment. She hates me for this, he hates me for this. But they also feel guilty and loved me once, despite my inconvenience.
They divorce. I accept their explanations socially but the pretense eats me inside for decades and Dad compounds this. I feel the lie of it. Cryptographic clues are just pervasive. He secretly betrays me a million times and hates me for it calling me out for being like an adult, uncontrollable, and the interior is awful to his exterior. My mother is complicit and finally emails the truth for months ago.
Enter ___________ age 24 and sister to (a pageant queen/big one) _______________, of whom she is very jealous. In fact, according to __________, she is fully to credit as the Svengali of her sister. My mother was more likely to "burn her bra" (no one actually ever burned their bra, I knew these activists in NYC the last decade, and heard their stories first hand). She ridiculed the likes of ________ and they were strange creatures to me. _________ was on the board of the pageants and after she and Dad married the precursor to the set of the 1991 off Broadway show __________ was created. When I walked down the aisle seeing it, my sense of surreality was just fused into a permanent "Can this fucking be happening? to ME?" I had a little bit of it in the audience of the _____________ and __________ Miss ________ Pageant Too - that ________ had founded and ran.
When JonBenet Ramsey was murdered ________ had pictures and trophies exactly, precisely like that too. It actually makes me nauseous to contemplate what they allege. This is where that criminal psychologist's analysis of this conduct becomes emotionally threatening to me, I have not watched _______________'s analysis yet, but I did watch the "Killer in the Family" last week and that is a little too close to my own post divorce/custody battle with my first husband. I assert he is conducting a slow murder - and my reason for disclosing to YOU? Is ____.
By this point in the story Enty? ________ has moved __________ to NYC and she is working the child to the bone in advertising, commercials, Radio City, sitcom;s... but like my mother she is an expert at Parental Alienation and manipulation. She is diabolic in her need for competition and greed. My mother is diabolic in her sense of retaliation too. And _____, wife number 3, I used to like a lot, but she is either just as greedy and diabolic or simply defending my father's version of his truth. I can't know - but her demeanor changed after the marriage so much, I felt she was cut from the same cloth.
_______ would exclude me from all family events, pictures, mentions in articles, thwarted my father contributing financially to my wedding, and even refused to have a celebration with ______ on her birthday that day. I became Jewish after a quandry about the significance of why it mattered who begat whom and a long 12 step recovery from drowning/drugging my little nightmare, and converted to Judaism in 1994. My husband ___ was a bit of a trouble maker, errant Orthodox boy, and his mother likened me to Monica Lewinski. I was in a way I guess in that I needed love but did not know it.
As I matured I understood the lies better. ________ had been currying favor to advance ______'s fame and fortune.
I see how my concerns dovetail ____________. You must.
How do I verify and quantify my concerns?
