I asked Nuclear to delete it. Apparently he doesn't feel like it.

Well there goes for time orientation.

Either way! He's democracy, so let's have elections!

:D

RCMP, make your target Kevin-John Chaplin. Bring the Dutch-ass to me.



>tfw your great, great grandfather signed the Canadian Constitution.



I think you're getting the vapors.

Wasn't that in August?

I barely remember when prostitution was alien to me, and when a prostitute was less of a person...if it was ever so. As much as it's currently possible, I actually think I'm sort of living my early childhood dream. Some kids want to be doctors, others astronauts...well. Anyway.

They're not strange men. They're actually super ordinary, just lonely or curious...or just horny. Like I said, I rarely needed the money. It's just a lot of fun, it's very rewarding on a personal level, and it allows me to have relationships with people. Like I said, I have BPD. One characteristic of people like apparently is that I can't have relationships with more than one person at a time, and that's generally true. That's why I'm looking for a boyfriend so bad. If it hadn't been for prostitution, I think I could be dead today.

Kevin knew I had lost my job, and it's not a world that so alien to him. My boyfriends before pretty much all had university diplomas, cars, and were from successful families. I did love my boyfriends before, but not the same way.

Kevin...is not the best hunter. But I'm in love with him. I don't think I can change that, and I don't think I want to change that. I can see myself not living a hollow life with him, and I can see him not living a hollow life with me.

I don't know how or why he was there that night, but I think I figured it out. I think that his friend and him knew me from 4chan, and that he told him where I was that night. I'm not sure how to feel about that. I never had friends, and I never wanted any. The way people network is completely alien to me, and it's actually not something I want to learn about. No one stands between me and my boyfriend, and I don't owe such thing to anyone else than himself.

I am sorry, and I would like a second chance with him. I didn't realize it would hurt him. He had been a dancer, he knew other prostitutes, I think even lived with some...but maybe he was just trying to make himself easier to relate to from my perspective.

I actually don't want to spend the rest of my life thinking back, with regret, sorrow, and feel angry or bitter towards my life, simply because he might be mad because of that one thing. It's killing me.

If he can get up to me, look at me in the eyes, and tell me to leave him alone. I will. I would actually be pleased to, I love my life otherwise. But there is something I see in him that I don't think I'll ever see in anyone else.

I know he's probably getting shit from his friends because I'm being an ass. I don't want to attack him. I'm just hurting a lot.

Also, I want to thank you guys for being so supportive and understanding. Hopefully I don't get the last dance.

I never stalked him. I have no idea what happened and I'm trying to make sense of it. It's really messy, I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sure everyone regrets this experience, including myself, but I didn't spent the best part of my life looking for a boyfriend to find someone I liked and give up so easy. I know this looks bad, all of this is really alien to me, but there is something about that guy that is very special. I remember remembering having dreams about him when I was a kid.

I have sufficient evidence to know I'm not crazy, in that sense anyway. I spent enough time on the street to see many dogs I was looking at turn back and look straight at me when I was looking at them to know this kind of shit is probably possible.

It's messed-up, I know, and I apologize. I am not used to this. But there is no way I am giving up on him until he really breaks-up with me. No way. I'll die trying.

I'm sorry, Kevin, if you read this. I spent half my life looking for you, and now I have to look for you.

I'm sorry for you guys, too. I wish no one else was involved, I wish I didn't have to do this. I do. I wish I could live my life with any other guy on the planet, but I would feel it's a compromise. I will spent the rest of my life looking back if I don't find him again. I can't live that way.

I can't. I am in such emotional pain right now, and my 145 I.Q. points Aspie brain is overheating trying to make sense of it all, that I fear for my life.

Until I see him again, if he does have a boyfriend right now, in my book, he's cheating on me. And trust me, I am sorry I met him. I had an absolutely awesome and epic job, my life was absolutely perfect before I met him. I do regret meeting him, because he's not there for me anymore. I wish I could go to sleep at night without thinking about him, I wish I could just brush it off. I do. But he's something else.

I don't think I'm asking for much. I just want to see him one, perhaps last, time. I need to. If he really didn't care, he'd just step up. There's no reason he wouldn't just tell me off at this point. None. The crazy bitch who posted the drawings said he was "avoiding me". I don't avoid things I don't actually want.

This has become really messy. It's all over the Internet. I am a famous 4chan tripfag. I became hostile towards all I could associate with him, because I thought he had attacked me. For the first time in my life, I struck back. I didn't mean to.

I originally came to the Village to look for a boyfriend. I spent eons sitting on the street, looking for one. At some point someone did walk-up to me and ask if I wanted to go with them for money, and I said yes. I found that the person really needed love, and the money was just ... a token. I met other gay guys who did the same and who were really super nice. I never had friends before, no one ever cared for me. If I'm not on the street for a while, they'll worry, and no one else before worried about me. He was a dancer and says the experience was really negative for him, but it's been really positive for me, and I wish he could understand that.

My years of exploration led me to him. I wish I could say "Mr. Paris, resume a course home, Warp 6." but he's so special that there is no one else I could ever be with without thinking back about him, and I feel it's very unfair to me, and to them, that he just acts like such like the little gamma negative bitch he is.

I am sorry I did prostitution. Not because I was with dirty old men, but because you feel so negatively towards it. I was looking for someone who was special, I met interesting people on the way, had interesting experiences, and if he doesn't want to be with me, if going on doing it doesn't impair my chances of being with him, I would like to go on doing it.

But my primary objective has always been to find a boyfriend.

When he found the money, he didn't say anything, but he was very, very upset. I think he actually feels something for me. I think he sees something in me, too. Despite what one could believe.

I can't give up on him. I can't. Believe me, I wish I could brush it off. It hurts a lot, but I have sufficient evidence and reasons not to.

I'm sorry for you guys too, I know it probably hasn't been fun to watch me go through all this shit, it probably hasn't been funny for the Village either, but they feel I should go after him. 4chan feels I should go after him...if I let go, love dies.

I can't let the people who never had love and who want to steal it win. I can't let his friends win. I have to fight, and I don't want to, but I have to.

I will do everything I can to see him again, even if it's for the last time.

I have no idea what it is about him, but he's got taht Something. I don't think I even want to find out. He's fucking special, and I don't mean Down's special.



lolwut?

Trust me you guys. He's got that something. I have no idea what it is, but I think that if there was ever "The One", he's it, and if I had one dying wish, I think it would be to die in his arms.

I'm not even kidding. How many people did I not turn away at the second sentence? Honestly, did you guys even ever see me talking to someone at a party besides St-Georges and Dan?

I'd just really like to know how and why he singled me out. I'd also like to know if it was hostile or not.

He came at me in an almost empty club, knew one of my colleagues at the time, I found myself surrounded by people who knew him, someone recently posted one of the e-mails I sent to him on another board. My computer security is shit right now, and his might not be better, but this seems to be a huge coordinated thing.

I told him I had borderline personality disorder, but I guess he didn't really know what that meant.

I am also slightly aspie. I rely on logic.

There were also times when I'd go sit at the corner, and he'd show up the next day. A logical pattern emerged, and that was cool.

My best guess is that he got mad that I went with a client. I didn't outright ask "Is it OK if I go with a client for sex?", I asked "Will you forgive me if I do a trick?". He replied "Sure.". I did assume he would know what I meant, but I imagine he thought I meant something else.

I am simply not certain if he was hostile or not. I am not certain what his intentions were.

But yeah, I do like him, I would like to be his ... I'm not really a boy and I'm not really a girl, so I can't say boyfriend, but I'd do the couple thing with him.

His social life is just so incredibly complex, and is filled with very chaotic people. Going upstream would be extremely difficult.

I think I need him, and I think that maybe he needs me. I would like it if he'd let me love him.

I've been drinking a lot, I'm not expressing myself super well, but yeah. So I did a trick, and I fell. Are you going to come pick-up your gloves?

He came at me. I don't care whether he was raped or not, that doesn't give him the right to do the same to others and mess-up other people's lives.

At any rate, this is more a warning to the community than it is a cry for attention, as you seem to perceive. You've also been banned from posting in this thread. ^_^



... at least there's activity on the forum! Let's see what happens next!

STAHP.




They are dyeing.



You're not Kevin, and trust me...if I'm not really the descendant of Antoine-Aimé Dorion, the skaters who taught me had huge pants.

Also I feel like someone should've told me OCDJ wasn't every Tuesday, but I have no one else to blame but me.

>tfw you paid 15$ for house music and a beer.

@afrp That's all fair, but he came at me, bro. And he was an asshole. I went all the way to fucking Ville St-Pierre for him to talk to me before he went to where he calls "home" for the holidays. I had not taken public transit in years. I feel it's only fair he picks-up the phone and tells me off.

Otherwise, I never wanted to dance with anyone else. I'm not going to take "No" for an answer.

Some bartenders make absolutely epic salaries, I don't even want to know the figures.

He said he had MPD, and quite emphasized the fact that all of his personalities had broken-up with his ex, with whom he still supposedly slept, in the same bed.



If it's useless for me to try and talk to him again, then why should I care if I scare him off or not?

Also STFU.

#JesusChrist
#GodLovesFags

Maybe it can get better.




Oh, I know who you are and even where you live. Like I wrote you earlier, by his own standards, he's still 1/3 to 1/2 my boyfriend. I'm not stalking him, I was just wondering if anyone here knew him. Also I didn't punch you, the only time I touched you was to fix your make-up yesterday.

It might be the best solution. I actually get plenty of dubstep now. Like I said to Kevin once, I'm well-surrounded, otherwise I don't think we would've been allowed to meet.

I think people here know that I was never one to have a very broad social life, and all this is way outside my comfort zone for the actual, factual, tangible, verifiable clues that I am not just headed into an exitless maze.

For me relationships are one-on-one, and I feel like this is the Kobayashi Maru simulation, or a hostage situation, and the path of least resistance in my mind is to just brush it off as "he's just an asshole who wanted to use me for sex and so he'd have a place to crash when he's stranded downtown."

Sure, I'm a prostitute. OK, he doesn't like that. The former and latter probably aren't secrets for anyone here. I did ask for permission, and he did say he would forgive me.

All in all, I do wish I had never met him. My life was great before I did. My life could perhaps be better than it was with him, but all of this is making my already bad life, worst. So if he's not interested, yes, please, by all means. Please do your best to let me recover.

I am fine in the Village. I like doing what I do. I can't deal with all this shit, though, and if he had not given me the silent treatment, I would not have had to do all this to come to closure. I still have not come to closure.

I am essentially confined to a few city blocks where he doesn't want to go, it's not like he's going to be lacking any space. I'd like to have mine.

Also, good luck to him finding someone like me.

I won't go on trying to talk to my boyfriend through proxies. I enjoy privacy in my intimate relationships, and I could return the last look he gave me for him not being able to talk to me directly. If he wants to talk, he's more than welcome to. I still love him.

I don't even think that's a picture of him.

I'm not even sure if he really wanted to be my boyfriend anymore.

It's been a long time since I last saw him. I'm not feeling well.

I tip, but when I worked somewhere where there was tipping, I really felt like a "whore" because the tips were shared, so my good service rewarded the others.

It's a vicious cycle, though. Waitstaff are paid a wage in consideration that they will receive tips, so if you don't tip you're an ass, and if you tip you're an ass.

He's a Toronto Raver, or so he claimed. I couldn't confirm from his flailing.

I fell in love with the jerk and my life has been hell since. I had to let go of him, though, but I've a sticker for him, let me tell you that much.

Alternatively, I went to OCDJ yesterday, which was pretty nice. Good music, anyway. I rarely go out of the Village anymore, and it was a nice change. I'm really sensitive to female pheromones now ... it makes me really aggressive, so I rarely step out of the wind tunnel anymore.

I think he just said he wanted to be my boyfriend so he'd have someone to fuck on the side, though. I don't want to believe such assholes would exist, but I have to say I've read many stories about them...

For the record, he was a good boyfriend the times he was my boyfriend.

>wishing I had a pair

Downtown.

Also, if anyone's got dirt on this fag, he's really hot.

His name's Kevin-John Chaplin, or so he says.