ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY - Judgement and perception have NO value here, Book 6.
Chapter Nine
‘Truth VS Lies’
Be careful what lies you tell about me, some dick heads maybe corrected in these books. Defamation is costly. Perjury is a crime punishable by incarceration.
The truth about Truro, Sth AUS was I wasn't a safe as it seemed. My friends unsure if the old man was being seedy - myself propositioned by patrons that he was looking for a new wife while another ex SAPOL cop's friend joked about a wedding Max encouraged as conversation, I don’t know the truth behind the motivation to invite myself to lease a room. What I do know is. It went from myself opening the pub with keys and being told Max was pissing out blood, to a turn when I started to settle in and trust the situation. Myself working 38 hours over the fortnight of residence, it seems the publican decided he'd lie to his family for God knows what reason or motivation. His ex-wife saying he had bitched and moaned about the last young lass he invited to rent a room also. The last girl seemingly liked by Max to me, by the time the month of May had passed, I knew not what to believe coming from these people’s mouths of this small town housing paedophiles and victims alike in the area. Paedophilia associated with Don Dunstone as I publicly disclosed SA Labors disgrace. Some in the pub spoke of SA Government funding thar fuelled the area for decades. These actions were due to SAPOL criminal negligence - That I was sure of. SAPOL failing to charge Kurt Slaven in a timely manner not only causing reckless endangerment and an extraordinary emergency but also always exposing demographics involved in the sex industry and paedophilia. The verbal lease agreement dissolved overnight as did any of the respect I had for the turning 85-year-old living co-dependently off his ex wife of two decades money and needed to hide that he's struggling to survive from everyone. A work for rent arrangement which seen me work for more than I had to pay in rent, staff and locals referring to the place as old, run down and musty. Quickly the agreement turned into myself being accused of not paying my way, despite cash payments of at least dollars fifty per week over the bar, working the bar, cleaning the house, washing and waitressing. A point made about OnlyFans, which Max (Wilson) had been present in half a dozen conversations about and was under no illusion about the site and how I had used the website. It had only been two weeks and I worked both those weeks witnessed by locals and tourists alike. The defamation and the false allegations came maliciously from Max’s daughter feeling very comfortable trying to make a person homeless despite a verbal tenancy trying to use family as an excuse, which is not a legal reason to terminate a lease. I chose not to argue despite just committing to two major investment projects with my brand Barbwire Noose decisions made based on Max promise of tenancy. The defamation sure to spread the small town before the truth, I lay stunted over night at the prospect of another name to the defamation list of legal suits. I had just seen Mad Max Furiosa movie at Salisbury Cinema with a guy I met working as bar waitress at the Truro Pub. Max daughter stating I should move in with this bloke I met 3 days ago. An obnoxious comment to be made from a bullshit family saga which was not my problem as she put to me. He fathers health wasnt my problem yet I had spent time looking after him when they family weren't worried about his death bed and gaining from ill health. The whole picture looked like a mess to me. The only solution to these not fans of OnlyFans turned UGLY defamatory gossips was most likely a legal cease and desist demanding they stop discussing financial matters they have no founded knowledge of - mine. If you can't tell or see the truth, best not take defamation to the point where it is perjury. Leave me out of your financial gains, like you should stay out of mine I thought to myself as this shit went down. I had cooked my Nanna’s traditional curry on this day, asked to cook this curry by Max, the ingredients I was sourcing after returning from a trip to Mount Gambier, Sth AUS where I should have stayed I believe. Max was that keen on curry being cooked, he bought the ingredients and asked me to cook it the morning I was asked to vacate. Max hadto have encouraged this behaviour from the background, desperate for money seeking a million dollars for his pub plus stock which no one believed the pub was worth. He had a desperate greed motivation and was friends with 2 ex cops who regularly visited the pub, one SAPOL and one VICPOL. I felt sorry for him more than the resentment he deserved. "He'll die there" they would say, ill in health I positively supported his dream of a million dollars. The truth, he struggled to tie his shoe laces and life would probably see him die in coming times. Knowing what I knew, I politely cooked the curry, despite a day of lies and disrespect. The damages to my reputation guided by how much costs are incurred against my business and self as mid 2024 played out. This event occurred in my second week of my studies, studies effected by the move. I hoped for generosities sake the damages were short lived from this intentionally malicious decision which could have incurred two weeks at least to allow me to make other arrangements yet did not. No one can save a liar from there lies but them and after being told I hadn't paid my way when I had offered money, worked my RSA and waited food as well as looked after the pub when the publican got a urine infection which left me in charge of the pub all day. Myself emotionally distressed by the decision, feeling also used and rightfully so. This sudden change of heart was rather unexpected, unwelcomed, and unwarranted (as well as illegal).
Much of this book was drafted over my period of incarceration at the AWP. Subject to many persons with long histories of incarceration and heavy drug use, I did not really fit in so to speak in this environment, yet with a open-mind listened to everyone (as best as possible) as an equal while I kept to myself. Adapting my own routine of TV favourites with daily life incarcerated, and clearly spending a lot of my time engrossed in literature and writing. Despite some gossip from the AWP school yard that I heard about myself, witnessed by the AWP employees (screws) was my excessive coffee consumption, regular time in cell over lunch, love of my pen and regular request for envelopes. Indulging arts in some of this time and posting an outstanding amount of out-going mail to productively pursue litigation for personal injury, defamation, and my release.
In approximately 2011, while my Mum worked at a café in the ‘Centro’ shopping complex of Mt Gambier, Sth AUS she pointed out an ‘Anita’ massage therapist advert in the newspaper – The Border Watch newspaper of Mt Gambier. My mother’s name ‘Anita’ I thought the joke was regarding name and name. Mum and Dad worked for the same couple – husband and wife, both employers having business with their name the business name. The café ‘Ellen’s Café’. I found Mum’s boss Ellen to be over-bearing and rather unfriendly. This personality fit the description of her husband also whose personality seen my dad quit his job as a painter with the man. A demeaning and unfriendly couple as I experienced it. The truth of this moment was it was unforgettable, Mum laughing at presumably a sex worker with the same name as her own. Kinda odd, funny because it is odd. My mum and I with a strained relationship and this random moment making up much of the reasoning why I removed my middle age when I applied for my name change in 2021. Too much bullshit. Well over the malicious accusations with no basis, facts or evidence. My mother’s insinuations, accusations and narcissism, coupled with poor judgement, etc very mu7uch behind my drive to disassociate from her name. The defamatory, untrue commentary she had indulged since I was employed under her leadership at Hungry Jack’s in 2001 when she sided with a paedophile (Greg Phillips – Pastor) when I housed the stepdaughter he abused when we became friends through this employment the start of something more than teenage rebellion and a rift.
Opportunists are everywhere – true but not noteworthy. What is note worthy is the horde of ‘new’ friends I have acquired while police desperately ran a cover up of sex crimes for themselves and the government. I’ve written much about ‘Human Resources’ used by police – compromising public safety in the name of ‘law enforcement’. I’ve also called out some military associations with this agenda in the Comancheros. 2023, after the release of my brands publication, a horde of ‘friends’ reared their heads. New and old, yet nearly all of these so-called friends had Never been invited to one of my birthday parties. Why? Because personally I know them as acquaintances, not friends. From work colleagues to fellow whistleblowers – Royal Commission submitters. Everyone had an agenda, namely defamatory, all inflammatory and most with a toxic benefit to talking to me. From Navy personnel I never knew before public disclosures – persons who are in coercive control relationships where children are subject to damaging domestic violence to persons making payouts to the government in health sectors – many based-on perjury, false claims. None of these people though, these friends around for my birthdays – lucky if there was one between 2022 - 2024. Most of these people unable to tell you how I’ve spent/celebrated any of my birthdays without reading my books. So called friends who have not been a part of my life long enough to know jack shit about me.
Fifteen minutes of fame for some, petty payouts for other, whatever the incentive – whatever they think is clever. Taking justice from our disabled peers meant nothing to some. The lows of such persons who call themselves my friends are the only real truths these people carry about me. Like sharing a cell with a compulsive liar with severe bipolar, schizophrenia – mind-blowing madness to claim friendship as a foe.
Two men, both wanting a relationship with myself ahead of my input into the matter, have tattoos dedicated to me. Most people have thought these unsolicited by me relationship seekers actions as odd. And a bit scary. One of these men inn 2018 was investigated for stalking. The other becoming my friend during incarceration at AWP, maybe a stalker. All of my body art – tattoo personally of a serious significance I’m not sure if I am flattered or scared. I do genuinely hope the art of these men is seriously significant. Truth be told, I don’t know how to feel about this activity – their body, their choice I suppose. I say the significance of these acts’ spans to the level of my use or their ability to use the situation. Time is always a telling factor. The truth more often than not evident in the wash, or hopefully via a polygraph test.
The number of women I have met subject to malicious intervention orders after reporting domestic violence since 2018 is outstanding. Like the numbers of women who die at the hand of a significant other, the truth about intervention and domestic violence in Australia is the police forces fail to address the real issues early, self-defence (or death) becomes a victim’s only option and prosecution then falls upon the victim instead of the offender. For these women death is inevitable, the rest is choice. Fight or flight with love blurring the line to choose immediate safety every time. Humans, emotive beings with our biggest flaw our ability to feel so deeply that our judgement is often overridden by emotions.
The truth be told, I am fascinated with flying and I do find the occupation of a pilot to be an attractive trait. I haven had two flings with men whose occupation was a pilot thus far in life (July 2024 authoring this book). Flighting flings – pardon the punt. The first one-time fling in around 2004 – 2005 when I was working as a disabilities officer (IDSC/Disability SA), the second in approximately 2009 when I was studying Real estate in Adelaide working as a Real estate agent in Mt Gambier, SA, 5290.
Meeting the first pilot stemming from a friend of my brother who smoked weed and worked as an aircraft engineer. At first I was rude and upset at receiving a text from a random, until he stated he was a pilot. Myself not long breaking up with my domestic violence boyfriend (psychologically abusive, later turning further violent) I agreed to met him not far from my home. True to his word, he was a pilot – attractive, fit, with a shaved head (skin head) he complimented my beauty and we talked a little before heading back to my house for a consensual romp before he flew off. The horney, impressed soul thinking this fling could be a regular thing returned to my house (Wehl Street North near Commercial Street) to a less than welcoming reception. Bringing me a burnt CD and a small packet of Ferrero Rocher chocolates hoping to get lucky again, I took the gifts not far from the front door at the entry of the kitchen of this residence. Then proceeded to undo his trousers of his domestic flight from recollection) uniform, pulling down his pants and underpants before I told him to “Get the fuck out.” Humiliated, he quickly pulled up his pants and left. Sending me a text message as he flew over my house (he claimed) giving me the bird (middle finger) to which I replied along the lines of “Back at you!”
The second pilot fling in 2009, a drunken, consensual mistake with an air force pilot turning to Real Estate for a new career apparently. Unhappy in my year old (approximately) relationship I had just had a fling with Victorian AFL recruit downgraded to Sth AUS SANFL football player Todd Grima (5FEB1987). A group of us were kind of friends and were going to get drunk at the two-storey apartment my employer booked as my accommodation for Real Estate studies. The pilot and I clearly the only ones really interested in getting drunk, talked for hours. He talked about his pilot occupation; one thing led to another ad he spent the night. Unfortunately, unknown to me at this time, air force pilot was married. I was no longer impressed. Mortified, I started snubbing this guy at studies and told everyone of his infidelity. I have zero respect for wedlock cheats. To me marriage is a lifelong, serious coommitment to which you do not stray from.
Remembering none of these pilot boy’s names, clearly the attraction was flight stimulation – haha! A bit of brains and some fearlessness. Being a pilot certainly got my attention, that stated, upon reflection I think these men needed a sex worker, not a Disability Officer or genuine Real Estate agent.
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