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21st October 2010

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Via Kitty Cat.

This is Rodney.  Rodney Hailey.

Yes.  That is his real picture. 

The worse your intentions are, the more exposure you get.  No blocked out face.

This week’s PUBLICLY SHAMED comes from a very lovely young lady that I recently met who will be known as…Kitty Cat. 

I’m sure we’ll have plenty more from her in the future.

I was the assistant manager of a group home for disabled adults.

I hired a very CREEPY boy.
At first his comments made me laugh and then they made me “nervous laugh”…a lot… I suppose leading him to believe that I enjoyed his sexual come ons.

No. I DIDN’T.

The first night I worked alone with this boy, he took my cell phone and wouldn’t give it back.

I really like my privacy and I was in the midst of telling my boyfriend how creepy this dude was. So I tackled him and made him force it up.

Unfortunately he liked that too much and hit on me the rest of the night.
He sent me text messages when I took one of my clients to the beach and told me to pick up condoms on the way back.

I decided to turn my phone off and say I left it at home so that I could pretend I never saw it.
He started telling me about his girlfriend, and I politely asked to see what she looked like.
You know…like, trying to kill time while also trying to figure out who would date him.

He tells me to come in closer to his cellphone and it was a video of him getting a blow job.

I pause. Step back…and say, “I can’t see her clearly”.

The rest of the night he hovered me and sent me text messages while I was talking with my clients. Messages about my ass and how I smell good and how my boyfriend (who was the manager at the time) isn’t good enough.
I told my boyfriend the next day what happened. He got a warning, and we were not scheduled together alone for almost a month.

 A month later…we finally work together alone again.

This is where he decided to be GROSS.

Initially, he made it through the whole night without being too bad. 3-11 shift went ok, he even apologized for being aggressive and said he felt embarassed.

I assured him I was fine because I hate holding grudges and I wanted to be nice. What the fuck is wrong with me?? 

Ok so, 10pm rolls around….. and we’re in the livingroom.

3/4 of my clients are in their bedrooms. One is in the livingroom asleep.

We are sharing the same couch but I am very far away from him.
I was casually watching something made for white girls on TV and then I started to notice him come closer.

He looks down at his pants and he has a hard on.

HE TAKES IT OUT, looks at me, and says…”Touch it”. I make a puzzled face, get up, and go into the bathroom.

I’m ending my story there because my boyfriend fired him immediately.

Keep your peen to yo’ self unless you know for sure it’s wanted.

Or risk being put on the internetz.

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8th October 2010

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Remember when I said I wouldn’t post this story? I changed my mind.

If you are a creepster to me, you automatically relinquish your right to privacy.

You might think that you’re safe because you know me or are close to someone who is close to me, but you are sadly mistaken.



A couple months ago, I got a call from a dear friend from high school saying that a good friend of his from Orlando was going to be in NYC for a few days.  Something along the lines of “He’s really cool. You should show him around.”

Me - “Okay sure! Give him my info.”

And so it was arranged that the friend (who will be referred to as…”Dustin”…I’ll at least give him a little bit of anonymity) would meet me at my job to come hang out with me for the night.

I was finishing up with a client when Dustin walks in the door with a bouquet of sunflowers.

“This is my thank you for taking me out and showing me around.”

At the time it seemed like a nice gesture.  Cute thing to do.  No big deal.

So we get some food and end up bar hopping around the city and Brooklyn.

Overall, we’re having a good time…meeting random strangers…watching some guy who is on what must be some crazy cocktail of substances dry FUCK (not hump) a European girl he just met on a 5’ X 5’ space of floor next to the bar that he chose to use as a dance floor.   Seriously.  His hands were somehow inside of her without any clothes coming off.   We took bets with other strangers at the bar attempting to guess what the tool bag’s name was. (At the end of the night, I went up to him and asked. It was Casey.)

Then at 4AM, I’m moderately drunk and call it quits and told Dustin that he would escort me home so that I don’t get raped.  (I live pretty far out, and it’s a huge pain in the ass to get home that late/early.) 

Now, some of you might think that taking a guy home insinuates that he’s going to get some.  And okay, maybe I should be more aware of that.  But I’ve been meeting strangers on the internetz since I was 15.  My other recent living situation involved many couch surfers, and most mornings there would be some random dude on the couch that I’ve never seen in my life before.  Friends of friends running around in their underwear.  Perhaps I’m desensitized.

Plus he was aware of the fact that our mutual friend and I had some “history”, so I thought he’d know better and I’d be safe.  I am SO not down with the incestuous circle of friends thing that some people do.  You know, like how they all take turns dating each other.  MAYBE IN ORLANDO, BUDDY.  I mean I’ve been there.  I understand the lack of options…but still.

So everything continues to seem perfectly normal and safe until we get back into my house.

And thus begins the baby talk.

Listen.  If you aren’t my boyfriend, best friend, or mom, DO NOT CALL ME BABY.

Also unacceptable—

Honey.

Sweetie.

Love.

Baby doll.

Sugar.

Momma.

The last one is particularly disturbing.

Let’s just play it safe then.   You can refer to me as “Aiko” or “awesome”.   That’s it.   Or I will projectile vomit on your shirt.  (I am probably too short to hit your face.)

Okay so, we’re in my house now.  Then Dustin gets a little closer…a little touchier…the higher pitched mumbling baby talk voice is unleashed.

I’m drunk, but like I said in my first ever PUBLICLY SHAMED post…I am ALWAYS completely aware of when a guy thinks he can do something retarded and get away with it because of my intoxication.  Wrong.

I’m feeling a little sick after the night of drinking…so I decided to exaggerate my nausea to create some distance.  I sit on the edge of my bed, and put my head on my knees.

“I feel REALLY really nauseous.  I just need to go to sleep.”

Dustin disappears for a little bit…and then reappears with a glass of water.

“I know it’s hard…but you just have to drink this.”

I look at the water suspiciously.  Like OKAY YEAH RIGHT.

I head toward the bathroom to wash up.  So he follows me and he has this funny intense look in his eyes.

Me - “My mouth tastes really bad right now.  I think I’m going to throw up.”

Then he grabs my head and KISSES me right after I said that.

I am very confused for a second, and then I pull away and start rambling excuses.

“Uhhhhh I just feel really weird about this I just broke up with my boyfriend and all his stuff is here and I think it would be disrespectful and I just feel too guilty and I feel really really sick and uh this feels wrong.”

 (I’m not very good with confrontation in the moment.  I generally just give people the benefit of the doubt until later when I can really play back the entire happenings of the night.  THEN I will be like dude….what the fuck?)

So I wait until he gets into bed (in the center and minus clothes aside from boxers), and I curl up on the corner edge of my bed.   Then closer he gets, the more I inch away until I am basically full body contact with the wall.

And then the baby talk gets even WEIRDER.

I’m still playing up my “sickness” and so he strokes my hair and says,

“Don’t worry baby…I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Oh.  Great.

“Love you baby.  Love you.”

WHAT?!?!?!

Yes.  Guy I JUST met starts saying LOVE YOU BABY to me.

And THAT’S when I start getting mad.

I don’t know what the fuck kind of idiot girls there are in Orlando (no offense to the cool ones I met while I was there!)…that you would think that I would be so starved for affection that I would be like, OH REALLY???? LOVE ME??? OH MY GOD I FEEL SO CLOSE TO YOU STICK IT IN ME.

“I hope you wake me up with a kiss…”

Ew.  Ew ew ew.

So I pretend to be asleep until I actually AM asleep.

I have work the next morning.  So I’ve got my escape.

And then once we were apart, I just kept making excuses about not being able to hang out until he went back to his home state.

The little blurb I have on the side bar of this blog is not a joke.

“If you say or do something ridiculous or creepy, (to me or in my presence) I will publicly shame you by telling everyone I know what you did. And it will not just be my friends. I also tell clients and random strangers, and we laugh at you.”

I’m pretty sure that he’s aware of me making fun of him, but I don’t think he realizes the extent.  I really did tell a whole bunch of friends and clients….AND everyone that I’ve met in/from Orlando that knows him.

It’s gotten to the point that months later, my friends and I will still mention it as a random inside joke pretty regularly.  I’ll put a hand on their knee and say, “Don’t worry baby…I’ll be here when you wake up.“  Or perhaps if I grab someone a drink, I’ll push it over to them and say, “I know it’s hard…but you just have to drink this.”

Perhaps I am being a bit harsh.  And perhaps I am peeing on my karma.

But I have gotten to a point in my life where I have ZERO tolerance for disrespect.

I’ve been told that I can come off like a silly little girl at first.  I have a little bit of a valley girl accent.  I don’t know why.  I’m from New Jersey. 

But make no mistake.  I am not stupid.  And I am extremely insulted when guys like him think that they can manipulate me.

When my friend confronted Dustin about what he did (he had gone three days without mentioning it at all to my friend), this is what he had to say.

“Well…I guess it doesn’t work on everyone.“ 

And THAT is when I decided that he deserved to be on PUBLICLY SHAMED.

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28th September 2010

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Via Timmy-don’t-touch-me. Story #2.

Here’s another story from Timmy-Don’t-Touch-Me.

I recently moved to a new apartment in a brand new (to me) neighborhood.

One day, Timmy stopped by for a visit.

He walks in the door.

“Ohhhh nice place.”

Moves into the apartment a little further.

“Wait…….do you have a giant walk in shower downstairs?”

Me - “Uhhhmm yeah?”

“Dude I have totally had sex in your bathroom like 5 years ago….and do I have a STORY about THAT!”

So yeah.  The story.

Timmy was friendly acquaintances with a woman who we shall call…”Cougar.”

She was older.  Not OLD.  Late-late 30’s.  I say older because she was older than Timmy and also WAY too old to be dating a 22 year old. 

Which she was.

And they were living together in the apartment which is now mine.

Cougar is the kind of woman that likes to talk about her extensive sexual history openly in a “look how freaky I am ;)” way.   You know…when a girl talks about all the crazy shit she’s done to try to lure a guy into thinking about her in that way. 

Well with Timmy, she really only succeeded in skeeving him out.

So one day, Cougar invites Timmy and the girl he was currently seeing in an unofficial not yet boyfriend/girlfriend way to come over for dinner with her and her boy toy.

Timmy and girl oblige.

Cougar cooks an elaborate meal and stuffs them silly with food and plenty of liquor.

They end up prettttyyyy drunk.

Cougar and her boy toy send the two downstairs saying, “Oh we’ll be down in a second.”

Timmy and girl assume that they’re going to some kind of rec room to hang out.

Everything seems completely normal until…they realize that they were being sent down to a giant bedroom aka sex den.

A sex den in which there was nowhere to sit other than the bed.

So yeah, they’re drunk and sitting on this bed.

Half an hour goes by.

During that 30 minutes…Timmy and girl decide to become boyfriend/girlfriend for realz.

FINALLY Cougar and boy toy come downstairs and sit on the bed next to them.

Before anything even more awkward could happen, Timmy announced their newly founded exclusive relationship.  Then he and girl go fuck in the bathroom…alone.

Timmy suspects that the big gap in time before the would-be seducers came down happened in the hopes that the drunken couple would start fooling around on their own and the other two could join in.

Oh if these walls could talk…..

The End.

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17th September 2010

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Via Timmy-don’t-touch-me.

Girls can be plenty creepy too.

Here’s a little introduction to my friend who will be known as “Timmy-don’t-touch-me”.

He’s an attractive man in his mid 30’s…so most women in his age group are turning into baby crazy ticking time bombs.  

Which I can understand…kind of.  I’m not there yet myself.  I know that all of a sudden your brain and hormones are like “BABY. NOW.”  It’s biological.  Whatever.

What I can’t understand…is why a ridiculous amount of women go a super sneaky route and attempt to trick men into giving them babies…BY LYING AND/OR CHEATING.

I say ridiculous amount because of how many times I’ve heard of such things happening to poor male friends of mine.

Anyway.  For some reason, Tim gets an abundance of women in heat clamouring for his sperm.  I guess they just look at him and think, “Good looking guy…tall…pretty light blue eyes…doesn’t seem too crazy.  He’s probably a good genetic bet.”

A handful of months ago, Tim was dating a woman who already had a 13 year old daughter.

One day, he is (against better judgement) having unprotected sex with her.

Her: Go ahead and come in me.

Tim: Are you on the pill?

Her: Yeah.

Tim: (Stops…looks into her eyes.) You’re on the pill?

Her: Yes (Looks him directly in the eyes)…duh of course yeah.

Tim: Okay so you are DEFINITELY on the pill??

Her: YES!

(You know what happens here..)

Then Tim asks one more time…

Her: I never said that.

Cute right?

And now here’s a little clip of a recent conversation with an exgirlfriend that he occasionally keeps in touch with through IM.  He tells me he teases his exes because they’re all basically in the same desperate to reproduce mindset.  So what starts out as a playful joke gets taken a little too seriously…

exgirlfriendfromwayback: hi

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: hey

exgirlfriendfromwayback: how r u

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: im good you?

exgirlfriendfromwayback: very good. whats new

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: not much. same old.

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: you married yet?

exgirlfriendfromwayback: hahaha

exgirlfriendfromwayback: no

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: engaged?

exgirlfriendfromwayback: u will know u will be invited

exgirlfriendfromwayback: no

exgirlfriendfromwayback: not for a another year or something

exgirlfriendfromwayback: u?

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: kids?

exgirlfriendfromwayback: i wish

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: come over i’ll fix that

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: your bf can raise them

exgirlfriendfromwayback: i want kids more than get married

exgirlfriendfromwayback: u would be a good dad

exgirlfriendfromwayback: u have to be in their life a little

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: i’ll be uncle timmy

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: but really the daddy

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: dont tell your bf though

exgirlfriendfromwayback: we could do that

exgirlfriendfromwayback: i would love to be the mother of your children tim

exgirlfriendfromwayback: you could not critique the way i raise them though

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: i wouldnt

exgirlfriendfromwayback: and they can smoke as much pot as they want when they are older

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: hahaha thats fine with me

exgirlfriendfromwayback: just like their mommy

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: haha awesome

exgirlfriendfromwayback: nice

exgirlfriendfromwayback: this is a great idea than i can have kids and bruce will propose if i got preggers so

exgirlfriendfromwayback: i like this plan

exgirlfriendfromwayback: im gonna be in (specific town) on the 11th for sandy’s bachelorette party

TIMMYDONTTOUCHME: oh boy

This is a great idea!  Then my boyfriend will finally marry me!  And you can like, totally be in the kids life!  Just don’t butt in too much.

Because when the kid comes out, tall…blond…blue eyed (all unlike the boyfriend) it won’t be suspicious at all.

Timmy has been lucky so far.  Unfortunately I have a couple of friends that have not. They are now chained to a baby, a whole new world of unexpected bills, and a crazy lady for the rest of ever.

No glove,  No love.

The End.

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30th August 2010

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Dog fucks moose in…doctor’s office?

Here’s a fun creep-tastic journal entry that I came across when I was perusing through my blog that I’ve had FOREVER.   It’s fairly old, but I thought it was worth sharing.

NOTE:  In case anyone is wondering why the heck I would throw personal info out about my mentally unstable history for the general public to see,  It’s already way out there.  I’m pretty heavily involved in mental health activism.  I have no shame.  (At least not regarding this!)

So I had an appointment with my psychiatrist tonight.

Whenever I go there, I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate universe and check for signs to see if I’m dreaming. You know like…I look at the calender to see if it’s the right date…see if I can read something…pinch myself.

I really believe that everyone in the mental health industry is a bit mentally ill themselves. She’s just so bizarre. Every time I see her, she looks at me like a sleep-walker who just woke up in the middle of a highway. In her office, there are literally fourteen photographs of her dog [a little white shitzu whatever thing]. That is all. No friends, family, children, or lovers. Oh except for this one picture of HERSELF that is facing her on her desk. Just herself in a myspace style photo.

The dog [Shanie] is always there. The fun thing about him is that he likes to pee on random things…and occasionally more than just that. I’ve had to avoid a pile of love here and there.
Today, Shanie was on a roll. Our appointment began with me sitting on the couch and answering some questions. He was spraying a table leg…a desk chair’s wheel…and so forth.

On previous visits, I’ve seen a ratty old torn up stuffed moose lying on the floor. Its fur is rubbed off in places and stained dark with drool.

Or I thought it was drool.

About 5 minutes into the appointment, the dog started to play with the moose. Very quickly, the play turned into mounting.

Me - “Uhhh…your dog is…uhh…”
Dr. - “Oh he’s humping.”

She continues to ask questions as Shanie’s humping gets more intense.
Intense humping with pauses here and there to give himself a little blowjob action and bury his face in the moose’s plush ass.
I try to pay attention to her and not to the masturbating shitzu.
Then he starts making noises. Grunting and panting and slurping.
Intense humping turns faster and ferocious and then into FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF IT.
Grabs it with his teeth…flips it over into different positions.

For a good while. I was actually impressed with his stamina.

He was still going at it when I left.



This has been the culmination of weird things that have happened there.

Why do I still go to her?

Laziness. I just go there and she gives me drugs. She’s fairly good at that part. It’s just her professional people skills that could use a bit of work.

Well ultimately even that last part wasn’t true.  She was pretty lame overall.  I “fired” her.

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10th August 2010

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Via Kristin.

Just a couple notes about the submitter of this post.

She’s a girl in her early 20’s.

Cute.  Little.  Asian.  Tattoos.

Recipe for disaster…as far as getting through your day creepster free.

Aiko.. I typed these up quickly, but I don’t think you’re looking for masterpieces. Just hilarity.

And I wish I made these up. :|

1.
Men, women, and children are forever trying to get me to turn around. Not so they can see my ridiculously well-formed ass, but so they can get a better view of my tattoo.  I used to comply, but after the first ten times, I became dizzy and resentful.  When I see something that intrigues me — an unusual mole, severe scoliosis, a bad boob job — I certainly know better than to stare and ask the person to give me a better look.  When I refuse to spin around, sometimes people will walk behind me, grab the top of my shirt, and pull it out.  At first, I was too stunned to swivel around and chastise them, but now I feel free to see what I want.  
The best was taken from my friend T —
Recently, an intoxicated man pulled out the back of my shirt to look at my tattoo, I said very casually, “Dream on. I’ve worn heels longer than your dick,” and walked away.  

2.
While I was waiting to cross the street to get to my car, a rather greasy, nerdy looking fellow points to his shirt, nodded, and said, “Hey baby.”
The shirt featured two boxes.  The first box said “From My Space” with an image of a stick figure sitting at a computer, while the second box said, “To My Place” with an image of two stick figures fornicating, doggy style.
When my face clearly expressed my displeasure with his informal invitation, said man actually whistled and blew me kisses.
Next time I pick up the proverbial rock and find that guy sitting underneath, I’ll be sure to slam it back down, let me tell you.
3.
On my way to a movie theater, I passed a Mr. Smoothie concession stand.  An idle employee was leaning over the counter, clearly making rude comments to women as they walked by.  When it was my turn, he said, “Dayum, grrrrl, I bet you have a juicy pussy.”
Since when is that an acceptable thing to say to a woman?!
4.
Two weeks ago, I took my dog to the dog park and was kicking around a soccer ball with a random guy.  Our dogs chased after us and the whole interaction seemed benign, but enjoyably so.Then I kick the ball and it hits this guy’s dog in the snout.  I apologized and the guy said, “It’s okay, she is used to having big balls flying at her face.”** silence **
He dares to open his mouth again, “Why did you stop smiling baby?  You don’t like that?”
Thanks for reminding me that tea bagging is one of my faaaavorite activites, buddy.
5.
I was walking out of the gym and this guy falls into a similar gait and says, “Are you Chinese?” *pause* “Thai?” *pause* “Korean?” *pause* “Taiwanese?”* *pause* “Why won’t you answer me?!”
6.
I was running at the canal near my house and an older man on a bicycle heading in the opposite direction says, “What’s your leg say?I love Italians or something?”  
Of course he stopped and tilted his head to read my leg.
When he saw the actual text, he grunted and resumed pedaling.

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1st August 2010

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Via Professor Fritter.

My dear friend who will be known as “Professor Fritter” received this email from a student.

She says he was such a Lil Wayne knock off, so they called him LOL Wayne.

Unfortunately…whatever he was trying to accomplish by sending this to her has failed…obviously since it’s now on PUBLICLY SHAMED.

Beyond the typos…there maybe be some real substance to his prose.

Girls….

I preferSkinny girls-
Girls that are 5’10 to 6 feet shy only.
Great table manors and there atire has to be above normalmeaning exotic clothing.
Small feet also and hair must be past shoulders.
Must kno how to act in public and conductthereselves at all times.
Weight has to be under 175, 130 the lowest and light skin is a must.
These are the onlyfemales I take out.
<a href=”http://www.Skinnythings.com/“>Link text</a>
<img src=”http://wastingcotime.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/meagan_good.jpg” />
Thick Girls- I love my thick girls but i really dont treat them like my skinny girls.
The thick females I usuallykeep in the house because when you take them out u end up spending to much money.
I like them at all sizes though even GIGantic.
The thick ones care more and know how to cook best.
I like them also with long hair and small hands.I dont kno why its just something I fetish for.
Good personality, Know how to cook, and very loud.
<a href=”thickthighs.htm”>Link text</a>


#1.Skinny

#2.Thick

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