Post: #26

I agree with what some of the other posters have already said. Her story does come off like some cheap rape/revenge fantasy straight out of the pages of a bargain bin trashy romance novel.

A culture of women being above suspicion has been created. Anyone who dares question the validity of a woman's word will automatically be unfairly labeled a "sexist" or "misogynist". What happened to our fucking laws? A person is supposed to be innocent until proven guilty but clearly in our witch-hunt society, it's guilty until proven innocent. You've got pieces of shit like Nancy Grace who will harp on a random news story for months, pointing fingers this way and that, swaying public opinion toward supporting the agenda she's been told to promote. It's disgusting.

Post: #27

(05-19-2016 07:51 AM)NineAndAThird Wrote:  Pic of the author:


WNB

Post: #28

Mother of God. She is a walking cliche. Do these people have zero self awareness?

Post: #29

Don't be the kind of sniveling beta who befriends ugly pink-haired borderlines. The life you save may be your own.

Post: #30

The time frames and locations from her hooker story and this one just don't work.

One or both of them is made up.

I think she's also a test pilot good at swimming.

Aloha!

Post: #31

I don't think this woman is telling the whole truth at all.

Something doesn't seem right.

I definitely WNB at all.

Post: #32

My guess would be this.

She thought she found enlightenment in getting fucked by girls, because she believed all men were shit and justified that belief by continuing to fuck them for money.

Then her lesbian girlfriend gives her herpes, which causes her a massive psychotic break.

As she got out of her terrible First World life by running away from it and hitting the streets in her teens, she naturally assumes that if she runs away from this problem as well that she can build a new life for herself elsewhere. Hence using dudebro Aaron to ride the rails and get out of Shitberg, Indiana, and hit Rochester. Here she takes on all the external appearances of having a life: a lease, a job, and therapy -- but when "Sean" games her, he does so badly (he presumably knows she's a former prostitute - hence the line at the start of the story "Come on, you're supposed to be good at this.").

This is the equivalent of touching off TNT in her amydgala. She suffers what the Last Psychiatrist would call a major narcissistic injury, because it forces her to directly confront the fact that other people don't see her the way she sees herself - a reformed prostitute and "good girl", despite the underage drinking and all her other addictions.

This causes her to project her rage at her fucked up life onto No-Game "Sean". To conduct this assault, she literally and symbolically calls in large elements of her past: the former boyfriend from Indiana (note how she discloses he "rode the rails" to Rochester - that's Aaron), a relative, and another "friend".

She may not have been consciously doing it, but by beating the fuck out of the guy she is symbolically beating the fuck out of herself, given she summons up literal elements from her past to do it. She literally uses "Aaron" and her relative to address her own shit nature.

Of course, another alternative is that the rape-and-revenge story is the narrative she's constructed in her head to deal with her fucked-up past. There is no truth to be found inside this head. Only stories.

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #33

Why use the lock-in-a-sock method to beat him?

She is not in prison, thus she would have access to a wide variety of other weapons.

Aloha!

Post: #34

Sex in exchange for violent retribution. Sounds like Forensic Files.

Post: #35

Jesus Maria! What are we going to see next — femisluts successfully inciting incel white knights to murder?

Post: #36

Is there a way for "Sean" to seek legal damages for this in the way the Fraternity at UVA did? This is absolutely slander if there's no police report involved.

Of course Sean probably exists about as much as Haven Monahan did. Sad!

Post: #37

God save us from people who mean well. -storm

Post: #38

Ads you'll never see..

Post: #39

(05-19-2016 12:56 PM)Grodin Wrote:  All of that is of course speculating that she was in fact raped. One thing I'll say is that if what she described happened, then it was rape, which is more than what I can say for a lot of these stories.

Man, you can't be serious. It ain't that hard to read between the lines on this one.

The guy in the story was sitting in a booth next to her in the morning sticking his fingers in her food like they'd progressed from friends to being "together," judging by her own description. She was drunk as shit and obviously blacked out, and then rationalized "coming to" in the middle of drunken sex - all the while ignoring the obvious.

If there's any shred of truth to this story at all, I think it's safe to say she was most definitely not raped. What she's described is almost a textbook case of passing off regret as an attack.

Only thing that makes me wonder if she might have actually gotten some guy hurt after all is the fact that she doesn't seem to realize how much her story makes her look like the bad guy.

I think if it was completely made up she would have demonized the rapist character in more black and white terms. Instead she does a great job of coming across as a vindictive idiot. As someone who is not only lying to all her accomplices but lying to herself.

Unfortunately, guys, I think this bird did actually arrange this dude to get lumped up. Surely she dramatized the story, but still.

Doesn't surprise me much. This is how real life happens (only told through the eyes of a dramatic woman), and street justice often hits the mark wrong, even when women aren't involved.

In any case, she's a 100% certified stupid cunt and deserves a taste of her own medicine.

Beyond All Seas

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.
To be your own man is a hard business. If you try it, you'll be lonely often, and sometimes
frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." - Kipling

Post: #40

All I can think from reading this is

Man, if that guy just picked some other, slightly less crazy chick to talk to, his reputation and bone structure would still be completely in tact. Unfortunate but foolish situation for him.

Post: #41

(05-19-2016 08:28 AM)Rush87 Wrote:  This sums up what is no doubt in my mind a piece of absolute fiction:

Quote:I knew that even if I did have a strong case, justice would require months of being re-traumatized by the repeated telling of my story.

And yet she writes an article complete with evocative writing, descriptive detail, actual quotes from the event and elements of story telling to an audience far larger than would have ever been at her court case, to accuse a man of something that there is no proof he has done…. All of which requires her to spend a long time doing what exactly?

Quote:Being re-traumatized by the repeated telling of my story.

That bit is fiction, I think the rest if more or less true. She made up the rape so she could blame it as the cause of her going in to prostitution. The more likely cause is her thinking she would achieve sexual liberation through risky and questionable behaviour.

Post: #42

Quote:I called my ex-boyfriend, a relative, and a friend, told them I had been raped, and asked the three of them to come to Rochester. I said I had a plan. They didn't ask questions.

Oh yeah. Don't want the story... uhh... retelling to get bogged down, right?

Quote:My ex hopped a train from Indiana to Rochester and the others came in from Chicago. Over the next three days, we held private discussions in my bedroom, met up with Sean's roommates, and talked to his friends. The consensus was that our plan was fair.

So the whole community was in on Sean's beating, including his room-mates and friends, and he never caught wind of it. Sounds legit.

Quote:Two weeks after the assault, we were ready. My ex-boyfriend and I drove to Sean's house blasting Tupac's "Hail Mary" and rapping along to the intro: "I ain't a killer, but don't push me. Revenge is like the sweetest joy..."
The other two drove separately. We parked our cars a few blocks away from Sean's house, adjusted our ski masks, and clenched our fists.

Walking a few blocks with ski-masks on? What are they, five feet from the north pole? I wonder if the ski-mask crew were cool with being outed at a later date?

Quote:"Ready?" "Ready." We walked through snow flurries to Sean's street. I approached the front door and knocked. Sean answered. Before he could say anything, my ex-boyfriend punched him twice in the face, picked him up, and threw him into a glass coffee table.

Front door opens into the living room, we can assume. I suppose Sean opened the door in the dead of night for a stranger in a ski mask, so complacently that he couldn't even try to shut it before taking several shots in the face (multiple shots before he could even flinch).

Quote:The four of us ran to where he fell and administered blind punches and kicks, as though button-mashing in Street Fighter. I bludgeoned Sean's pudgy body with a sock-n-lock as my ex-boyfriend screamed, "You don't rape our friends and get away with it!"

Lots of space for four people to get around a single prone man lying in the remains of what used to be a glass coffee table. Enough space even to swing a lock-in-a-sock.

A cynic might be forgiven for thinking this is all a load of bullshit.
Ultra stylised masturbatory bullshit for that matter.