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
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.
