Terror Firsthand #54: No Protection In Sight

 ©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 anything dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror, some of the events in this particular story are based on true events and is not 100% fiction 

Terror Firsthand: No Protection In Sight 

In Phoenix crying and stressed out 

The next day, I started getting bullied again. I went on the Escorts4U.com site and deleted my ad because I wasn't making any money. I tried to post a different one, but it didn't get approved. I abandoned the site with the remaining money that was left in it. 

A random troll texted me a link to the same fake transgender ad that I had already flagged hundreds of times before. It was a picture of me in it, and a picture of some niggas cock, and it said that I was a man. In one picture, there was a photoshopped picture of me with a fake beard and a piercing in my left eye. I couldn't believe someone had stooped so low again. I thought that I was finished getting bullied by the gay community. I was wrong. Just because I've been occupying most of my time by having sex with 3 different men, that doesn't mean that the bullying ended. I just wasn't paying attention to it. 

After I saw the ad, I started crying. They gays wouldn't leave me alone. They kept abusing my face and my face card was no good. They kept lying and telling people that I was a man. I got tired of correcting people. I kept saying the same thing over and over. I kept telling them that I was not a transgender and I never have pretended to be a man. No one would listen to me. 

The gays were really gross and evil, and they wanted people to believe that sickening lie about me. Sometimes they even tell people that I'm a pedophile or an animal abuser, because they're extremely downlow and jealous of me. I want pedophiles, lesbos, downlow gay men, groupies, and animal abusers to stop biting my style. I'm an individual. I am not a "we" and I'm not an "our" or an "us". I am by myself! I don't want to be included in that type of stuff! I'm not that kind of person!

There are so many pedophiles and animal abusers around, that no one knows that it's not me. It's sickening. They don't know what to believe so they just believe the gay people. Gay people tell the same lies on me over and over because they want people to believe them. I would never take advantage of a minor and I don't want them anywhere near me. I know a lot of pedophiles are hating on me because I don't like being around children. I also would never abuse an animal. I love animals. That's why I don't hunt. People treat me like I'm not innocent, and I don't want their foul asses around me.

I sent another message to XXXazzNTIts.com asking them to flag the fake ad. I didn't hear back from them all day. Later in the afternoon, GD6Star messaged me.

Come back to California... I'm trying to chill.

I text back and said,

Leave me alone. I'm not going back over there and I don't give a fu*k about the song that I did with you anymore. Just stay the f*ck away from me and go fu*k with people like Sexy Bluuee since you like her music more than mine. I hate you!

I don't like people that like Sexy Bluuee- period. If they like Sexy Bluuee, they are an opp and I must cut off all contact with them. I already explained why I don't like Sexy Bluuee in a previous story. I'm not explaining it again. I will never, ever, ever, like Sexy Bluuee. 

I don't like the late Encantador either. After watching another documentary about her life, I found out that she was a bisexual with a boyfriend. What a disappointment. I hate gays. I hate women period, whether they're gay or not. That should be real obvious by now.

After I messaged GD6Star for the last time, I blocked his number and moved on. There was no way I was about to drive 5 hours just to get bullied by GD6Star and his fake ass entourage again. I didn't want to see his face anymore or feel his presence. Another thing I didn't like about GD6Star was the fact that he wanted me to let him fu*k me in the asshole. To me that's gay. I told him I don't have anal sex and he said that he enjoys it. 

GD6Star wasn't being my protection like I wanted him to. He was being an opp, and there was no way around that. I didn't like what happened to Big Ski, Daddy Leroy, or GD7Star. I didn't want to be next. 

I didn't like what happened to Gayboy4 and Gayboy8 either. I don't like how gay they got for GD6Star. I ain't feeling that at all. I've never been gay a day in my f*cking life and I do not like gay people and they do not like me! They are all bullies and it's disgusting! I'll never turn gay for anybody! I just want their kind to stay the fu*k away from me because I don't owe them anything! 

All gay people do is terrorize me and make me feel disgusting in my own body, because I won't be what they want me to be! Yuck! Why can't they just back off and leave me alone!? Why do they always tease me and pick on me and beef with me just because I'm different?! Why can't they just be mature!? I hate America! I hate the entire world! I'll never be anything! I'm going to leave this earth the same way I came into the world - Alone! I do not need anybody!

It's going to take some time to get over someone as fake and sickening as GD6Star, but I will. I hated California anyway. They're no different than Virginia. There's nothing unique about the west coast. It's just a bunch of fa*gots, bullies, and disgusting opps over there. When people bully me I usually stand strong by myself and deal with it. I have to put up with bullies that are abusing my freedom and my face card by myself. 

I thought about submitting a new music video to the film festivals, but I couldn't find one that I could afford in Arizona. The submission fees were too high. If I submit a music video to the ones in Arizona, the content has to be extremely good because there are not that many local festivals with a music video category anyway and I need to win. Most of the festivals categories are for movies and documentaries. 

I'm not making another movie or a documentary anytime soon because I don't have enough actors and I'm sick and tired of having casting calls. I'm still mad about how the last ones turned out. Maybe next year I'll try to make another movie, or maybe not. If I did make a movie or a documentary, there would be a lot more submission opportunities available. 

I didn't want to submit the music video to a festival in another state because I knew that I wouldn't show up. I've been selected to multiple out of state festivals and didn't show because I was too poor. I haven't been selected for a film festival since last year. It's all good. A film festival isn't my protection from bullies that tell gruesome lies on me anyway. I'll probably never win first place! One reason is because I didn't go to film school or music school, and another reason is because I need more new cameras, and they cost too much.

I thought about quitting music altogether because I'm tired of all the fake online producers that I never met in real life. I've been buying beats from a bunch of people that I don't even like. Then I remembered why I became a musician in the first place, and that is because I don't like listening to other musicians. They're too fake and gay to listen to. I don't wanna hear the sound of their disgusting voices. That's how they treat me, so that's how I'm going to treat them. My own advice is better. 

I'm still going to take the singing lesson this weekend though because I've never had one before. I don't have any advice to give myself on that. If I don't like the singing lesson, then I won't go back. I'm hoping that I like it, because I don't really like anything these days. Everything is infested with bullies.

I just hope that when I die, the truth will be exposed. I hope I don't end up on the news, and if I do, I hope the story isn't full of lies. If I die, the world needs to know that I was not a tranny, I was not a man, I was not in the closet, I was not gay, I did not have any friends, and I did not know anyone in my family, I went by Oya Obinidodo©, not another name, and I was not close to any of my extended family and I do not want them included in my obituary. 

I did not have cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, or uncles. I used to live at La Pueblos Casa in Virginia, before I left. I did not know anyone that La Pueblos Familia was associated with. I only knew La Pueblos- not their relatives or associates. If anyone else is claiming to be anything to me, they are 100% bogus. I was neglected and abandoned by them all! I had a black labrador retriever named Big C and a deceased pit bull named Chelsey. Me and my dogs were inseparable. All of this part is real life- not fiction. 

I was being bullied by a bunch of f*ggots that I did not know! I was not well loved! I was not popular! I was a loner and a recovering addict! I spent three or more years recovering from a crack addiction and an alcohol addiction! I've been clean from hard crack cocaine every since I released my first music single 'Blue Sky' but I never stopped drinking alcohol, even while on medication for depression. 

If I had hard drugs like crack cocaine in my system when I die, then I most likely relapsed! I had mental health issues but I wasn't mentally retarded. My relapse could have been triggered by anything! I started f*cking alot of male escorts that I met online. I myself was not being an escort at the time of mi muerte but I did spend a lot of time with male escorts. 

Also, the world needs to know that I did not like to travel! I hated traveling but sometimes I did it anyway! I did not wear nail polish and there were no piercings on my body other than my ears. I was not in a relationship. I did not have a baby daddy (yuck) and I did not have a boyfriend. All I had was myself!