Terror Firsthand #44: The Streets Are Still The Same

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: The Streets Are Still The Same

In Denver Colorado swimming 

After I got to Denver Colorado, I vomited everywhere. I checked in at a Golden Tree cabin and started looking for a male prostitute online. I set up an appointment with a loser and he stood me up. All the male prostitutes stood me up. I didn't get to f*ck. I was trying to get away from all of the yucky mean gay boys that didn't want my p*ssy. I didn't turn to Craigslist because Craigslist is way too gay. I used sites like Listcrawler and Mega Personals to locate the gigalos and they were still unavailable. 

I didn't even know where to find a replacement GD6Star. There were no gang sites to get on in Colorado. I didn't want to post an ad for sex because I didn't stand a chance. My skin was too black and I knew I wouldn't make hardly any money. Plus, the black men were probably gay on the low anyway. 

I decided to panhandle for a hotel. I stood outside for 8 hours like I was at a regular job and I made only $20. It was worse than Milwaukee. I didn't know where to get any money. I decided to just stay in the Golden Tree.

On the first day, I ate fried shrimp and french fries. Then I hiked for several miles around the campsite, and then I sewed a new dress by hand. I then took pictures in the handmade dress and posted them to social media. On the second day, I went to a National Park. I took pictures at the park and posted them to social media. For dinner, I ate a chicken Caesar salad. 

On the third day at the Golden Tree, I took swimming lessons for free. There was a swim teacher there trying to help prevent people from drowning because his father died in a drowning and he wanted to change the world. I then went swimming in the pool at the campground. I also got to see Big C swimming for the first time. For dinner, I ate mussels and clam strips. 

On the fourth day, I went over my diet by almost 600 calories. I had snow crab legs, sausage, corn, potatoes, and scallops. Then I ate a piece of strawberry cheesecake and then ate seafood jambalaya with Rose wine later that evening. I tried looking for more male prostitutes online, but I still could not land a date. I even went so far as to get the money out of the ATM and booked the hotel room at the Blue Roof Motel. I still couldn't find a straight man to f*ck. I was charged for the room, and had to send in a request for a refund. 

On the fifth day in Colorado, I went to an art museum. It was very different. I had never been to an art museum. The museum allowed dogs and was having a wine tasting. I tried different kinds of wines and viewed a bunch of art. I also ate some cheese squares and pigs in the blanket while at the museum. There was a popular photographer there that took my pictures and I posted them to my website. 

On the sixth day, I went to a house tour. I knew I couldn't afford it, but I wanted to smell the new house smell. It smelt so good. It was a smell like no other. The house that I toured was built in June 2024. It was fully furnished and all of the furniture was made in 2024 and was shipped in from Italy. I started crying during the tour because I couldn't afford to smell that smell every day. I wasted the real estate agent's time. He didn't even know that I was poor. I even went so far as to take a picture in the bathroom. I posted to my Instagram subscriptions. The caption read:

I might buy a house *house emoji* * smiley face emoji*

On the seventh day, I just sat around the cabin and relaxed. I was going to go to get a horseback ride, but I didn't have enough money. It was sad. The ride was only $50 an hour. For lunch I ate a cheese steak sandwich and drank a glass of sugar free 

lemonade. I walked around the campsite taking pictures of nature, to post on my photography website. I was able to capture some photos of deer, birds, and some ducks swimming in the water. 

Overall, I did alot of different activities to get my mind off of the wild sex with GD6Star. I got back on Instagram to see GD6Star, and I had found out that he and GD7star's baby mother had broken up. I thought they would be together forever. I didn't want GD6Star back because GD7star's baby mother was stinky. It didn't matter if she was rich or not. She was still funky and phoney. I can't f*ck a man that would mess with a b*tch like that. She was just another Jamaica Rosenberg.

I went to GD7star's baby mother page and it showed a picture of her at the prison with GD7Star and their kids. One of the captions read: his forever. There were pictures of GD7Star behind bars on there. I knew GD6Star had to have felt some type of betrayal there, but that was none of my business. 

On the eighth day, I tried to find a male gigolo again online using the same websites, but I still could not find one that was straight enough and cool enough to f*ck me. I was so angry! Check out day was only one day away. I didn't want to go back to California and I didn't really want to stay in Denver. I just wasn't happy anywhere. I was too poor for happiness. Where I come from, happiness isn't free. There are just too many stinky, racist predators. 

I washed my hair and styled it and did my eyelashes and waxed my eyebrows. I shaved the hair off of my p*ssy and shaved my legs. After that, I checked XxxAzzNTIts.Net to see if the fake transgender ad of me was still there, and it was. I sent in a removal request 40 more times. I began crying because the bullying and defamation was just too much to handle.

People were so cruel and sickening to me. I had no idea who was doing that to me. It could've been anybody. There were a lot of yucky, incestuous, bullies out there, especially on the East Coast, and they all hated my guts and were extremely bitter, fake, and unnatural towards me 24/7. They were narcissistic sadists, and they usually got a thrill out of inflicting extreme disgust and grossness onto me. There were pathological liars, murderers, and deadly human predators all over the place. 

The next day, I fixed a bowl of cheesey parmesan grits for breakfast and drank a cold glass of apple juice on ice. I received a message from Get On Yo Knees podcast asking me did I still want them to take the interview down. I told them nevermind, they can leave it up. I only wanted the Gayboy City interview to come down. The Gayboy City podcast was really ruining my life on the low. I still was not associated with their HIV infested, gay, snitching asses. 

I checked out of the Golden Tree cabin and pulled up at a gas station a few miles away. I sat there and then I slept in the gas station parking lot all night. My phone was still dry, no one was still reading my stories, and no one was checking on me to see how I was doing. I became numb to being ignored, and dealt with it.