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Creepy Number #2

Another Creepy

He goes by the name Steve Phun
He likes to put drugs in girls drinks, then play innocent after. Then stalk the girl after and try to demean her into dating him. He really fell off the stupid tree trying that with me. He likes to drink a lot. He likes to tell girls if they want a position in his organization they have to sleep with him. He works at a porno shop and treats women the way you would expect a creep like that to do.
December 6, 2013
Last night a friend, took liberty of kissing me in the kitchen, when I was totally wasted on stuff I did not know had gone into my drink. This friend does not know me well enough I guess to know that under usual circumstances that would have gotten him slapped. When he kissed me I just stood there, and accepted it. I was kind of drugged to the state that I could not say no even though every voice inside me was screaming no. Shortly after I started getting really sick, and the rest of the night went from me puking, to laying down screaming at him if he touched me and shivering from the effects of the drug. My left leg started throbbing, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack at one point, but I just tried to focus on my breathing. 
The important thing for me is that I am not naive, but I am naive. Many of you know, and now that I have new friends, many of you do not know... I was quarantine from age 17 to age 23 on a cancer ward. Many of the social situations many of you are comfortable with, I am not. Many of the things many of you have done and experienced, I have not. I have fought to live. I have fought a bad father, I have fought to maintain my own sanity. I have fought a bad husband. I have fought to stay in this life even with my spine injury. I have healed my heart, I have healed my mind... mostly... I have not healed the part of me that is socially odd and weird. 

December 11, 2013

Steve Phun

Tawnee, you have a warn spirit, and I admire your attitude toward your struggle. I like that you want to help other people and I see strength in your soul. I know you have beauty, and I want to see beauty the way you do through your eyes. I want to spend time with you, to see that beauty. I also really like being around other activists, family that I do not have to explain my life's work and passion to. I was hurt when you stated that our kiss was a mistake that you never would have done sober; because I did not kiss you by mistake. I kissed you as a message, to show you that I can love you and be tender to you. I kissed you as a promise, that there are more kisses waiting, and time to spend together, and maybe, we could feel the warmth of each others embrace, and I might hear your breath and your heartbeat, and maybe be able to tell you the awkwardness I feel about my self image, knowing that you would be able to accept who I am and reassure me that inside there is someone worthy of unconditional love, the way I would reciprocate to you Tawnee. But Shame on me for being wrong, shame on me for wasting a heartfelt kiss on someone that could not kiss back unless removed from your very rational control. Now you offer friendship. I am not your friend. I can not bear being in your presence knowing that I must bite back my kisses, shackle my arms from embracing you, and if my feelings escape they will be hunted down by Police who will insist I keep my emotions imprisoned inside my soul to die. You are beauty, and see beauty, express beauty through your art. You are strength, you are caring and an activist. You have a big heart, but there is no room in it for me.

Steve Phun

I work until 7pm

I do not want to stress you and make you make a decision. I just need you to understand that I am not really a 'friend' I am a boyfrioend. Not exclusively, just interested. Not even dating yet, just flirting. No pressure. I would love to hear you talk about what happened today

Steve Phun

The problem will not go away until you take responsibility and stop looking for blame and playing the victim

Creepy.

No other way around it.

The part that is not in email was on speakerphone with others present. The part where he admitted when he opened the honey he knew it was spiked but did it anyway because he has already had a very shots of alcohol and made a bad choice.

The First Post Goes To The Inspiration Of This Blog ... The Clown Creep

• Tawnee Cowan
  

  
  

  if my friends need help and I am a block away, I help. you made a choice, this is what becomes of it. I never ask for help unless I truly need it. If there was anyone else there besides you I would have asked them first, trust me, you were the only one left there.

  I do not care about words, I care about actions. I have seen enough of your actions to say I am done.
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  9:30pm

  Sarg'nt Yell'r
  

  
  

  The bottom of the barrel. I should be used to that

  Very well, I will respect your request as I have before when you asked me to stop
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  9:31pm

  Tawnee Cowan
  

  
  

  um... after the 4th time I asked you to stop

  it does not matter, I do not trust you. If my life depends on it out there when life gets really thick with the revolution I know who not to count on
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  9:33pm

  Sarg'nt Yell'r
  

  
  

  I admit to that, and I also asked you forgiveness. When you told me that you wanted me to bring things down a notch, I did, and I have you respect

  I've told you before that I am not the best functioner when I'm stoned
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  9:34pm

  Tawnee Cowan
  

  
  

  Respect would have never tried to reach up my skirt... respect would have not coming up behind me at my house and trapping me in a hug.. respect would have been stop touching my ass 3 fucking times in less than 10 minutes. Respect would have been not trying to grab my ass when I walked by you the first week at b.c. respect would have been letting me shut my door without forcing a fucking kiss.
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  9:34pm

  Sarg'nt Yell'r
  

  
  

  Over 10 years of not smoking, now I smoke more than I did then? Yeah, I get fucked up easily
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  9:34pm

  Tawnee Cowan
  

  
  

  way to self govern yourself.
  
  
   Hello world. This is now the spot for your public service announcements of verified creeps in the Western Washington Area. This spot is for those men swimming in their sea of Patriarchy. This is our spot to check out the profiles before we head out so we can protect ourselves against guys who just won't take no for an answer... they have to cop a feel to get their rocks off... you know the type. Since they tell us it is all our fault, we want to know who they are so we can make sure we wear our nice boots that night. Women send in your pictures, videos and letters... lets stop these men from oppressing us any longer. I stand in solidarity against violence against women. Sexual Harassment is a form of assault.
  
  The above creep likes to troll coffee shops in search of young or new or pretty activists... he has a certain charm which is quite gross, so don't even waste your energy trying to humor him.. Watch out if he starts in about the spider bite, he will drop his pants in a heart beat... comando, and shove the spot where the little scar is by his groin... if that is not enough, this lovely dude has been in Washington State Prison for 2.5 years for assault by his own admission shortly after he dropped his pants... he knows mixed martial arts... or so he says... the only thing eastern about him is his buddha belly... So heads up... he is a scuba diver and a clown in the Salish Circa Rebel Clown Army... not even a real clown...
  
  haters are gonna hate, so the blog is moderated... arm yourself with knowledge and put a stop to this sickness.
  
  Here is what we know
  
  He lives on a boat on S Lake Union right off 6th street on Queen Anne side. Seattle Washington
  He has been in prison for assault 2.5 years (his words)
  He video tapes and audio tapes his boat and car (his friend Jon divulged that bit of info)... total sicko
  his name is : Robert Vincent
  Clown name Sgt Yell'r 
  His birthday listed on facebook is October 9, 1978
  Facebook:
  https://www.facebook.com/robert.vincent.52643
  
  
  
  Until the next revelation.....
  
  
  
  The Truth Faerie
  
  #creep
  #Seattle
  #Sgt Yell'r 
  #SalishCirca
  #Predator
  #SexualHarassment
  #douchebag 
  #SexualAssault