npub1zh…ggdq0 on Nostr: lest Lil Snow believe that I am writing about him because I'm jealous of where he ...
lest Lil Snow believe that I am writing about him because I'm jealous of where he puts his dick, I am not. I feel very betrayed by him and I think that he is not innocent in these matters.
let me explain:
at some point during our three week affair, Lil Snow took me to a bar that would later be referred to as a hangout for the Russian Mafia. I was there again just three or four nights ago for a musical trivia night with my "friend" and "Santa", the man whose rented property the New Year's Day Rape took place in. this was the first night I met "Santa", who seemed like a nice guy at first.
Lil Snow had (allegedly) been "coached" – meaning groomed for battle – by an opponent of my Internet husband. the man is very well known and a true GOAT in his field; or rather, on the field, as a multi-year champion. I have no idea how contact was made between them, but prior to, I was told that this man had me on his radar, and that this actually went back a few years to before he and his wife divorced.
admittedly, I was enamored with the idea of this man, and had seen his doppelgänger (which might have actually been him) a few times randomly. once was during a strange incident wherein a popular gaming influencer doppelgänger had "accosted" him as he was circling around the hostel where I was staying. some of my coworkers were aware of his involvement, but they were fans and admirers and groupie types, except for one who did not even give a fuck.
he has never had any direct contact with me, but toward the end of my employment and stay at this hostel, I got the sense that he'd been closing in. then Lil Snow appeared seemingly out of nowhere and "seduced" me. well, literally a day or two after I went to stay with Lil Snow, he disappeared to another part of the state for five days. he told me that he was only going to be there for two. we'd talked about my love for American sports and he sent me a video of him and his friend at a sports bar. in the video, they were watching my favorite American sport and he nervously joked about how they "know the rules now."
call it synchronicity or schizophrenia or paranoia, but weeks earlier, I'd been watching a sports matchup wherein this now-retired athlete was narrating. I don't know why, but everything started to feel weird as I sat on the balcony of this hostel watching the game. it was very bizarre. I just shrugged it off as stress and wishful thinking and moved along.
one night, I was sitting on the balcony again having a bit of a nervous breakdown. I was sobbing. there was a cafe next door and it was late at night. as I was sobbing, a man from below said, "this is worthy of respect!" to a woman, who replied, "he's on his way, just one block. I've got to return to Hollywood!" or something like that. about a minute later, a man who looked a LOT like the quarterback whizzed by on a nice motorcycle wearing flip flops and shorts. I started sobbing more.
now, to be clear, the reason why this man and my internet husband don't like each other has something to do with a shared history, which I've 'skewered' both on and have experienced a fair bit of egotistical rebuttal and reprisal because of. but my internet husband has way more money than the athlete and I think this makes him feel insecure? like. he probably feels like he's the underdog in this scenario and I can understand that.
but I always wondered why he *really* would want anything to do with me since he'd been married to a very very beautiful woman and only dates beautiful women. I'm not *that* beautiful, but I am pretty, smart, talented, ambitious, and – though the world may not know it yet – very successful. if I could reasonably make an assertion of "Who's Guy Is That Guy's Guy?", I'd say that Lil Snow most accurately aligns with the athlete and not my internet husband.
Lil Snow is a former athlete. you wouldn't know he's a good ice skater unless you've seen him rollerblade. he's quite skilled at this, being a former hockey player, so I think that they'd find some commonality here, though Lil Snow isn't what I'd call "muscular" in any regard.
well, one night I'd been going off on some political things and was sobbing because Lil Snow was acting really mean toward me. I knew Lil Snow was outside in his car, but then I heard a voice that sounded a lot like the athletes, which is unmistakably regional if you know that region at all. it probably wasn't him, but it sounded like they were having a conversation and it sounded like he was trying to "coach" Lil Snow. again, I can't verify that this actually happened, but it seemed to be happening.
Lil Snow seemed frazzled by this point, but he's got quite an ego, being Russian and thinking he's a thug ass Snow N**** or whatever. he had slowly gone into this almost emotionally catatonic state before our "breakup" which, to me, seemed more induced by outside forces than by choice. Lil Snow and I did have a connection that seemed to make a lot of men, including the athlete, quite jealous.
the athlete allegedly wanted to find out how good I was at doing Intimate Things, and I'd given one particular "performance" – and I say performance because if it turns out that all of this was rigged, then I do have a reason to believe that if I did not perform, I could be seriously injured or murdered – wherein my AND Lil Snow's performance might plausible be considered The Stuff of Legends. hot stuff to say the least!
and guess what? anyone with a properly angled camera above could see right through the shower window from below. or, idk, maybe a tiny drone?
well, allegedly, the athlete and many others heard of or witnessed this incident and they were riled up about it. I also forgot to mention that the night of my first time with Lil Snow, as he was taking me home, I saw a doppelgänger standing on the street with a very young looking woman at like 6am. they were both dressed in athletic leisure clothing and it was still dark outside. probably unrelated, but alas.
I'd been receiving reports that my continued involvement with Lil Snow was making men jealous. to make matters more uncomfortable, his upstairs neighbor had the tendency to stomp and drag things across the wood floor and make a lot of noise at all hours of the night. it started to feel like harassment tbh. nobody in upstairs apartments should be allowed to be that loud.
a rewind:
while staying at my Filipina friend's apartment, I'd been hearing more rumors about the athlete, and it seemed that somebody WANTED me to hear about a sort of well-known incident that had taken place a long time ago. this incident allegedly preceded the athlete's divorce, but the voices sounded familiar and it didn't sound scripted. it sounded very real.
in this audio, which was being played at quite a high volume, a man and a woman were screaming at each other. there were children in the background and there was the voice of another man, who (pardon my assumption but it's true) sounded African American. he was attempting to mediate between the man and the woman while the children were screaming and sobbing.
now, another improbable incident:
the day I officially "met" Lil Snow, I'd gone for a long swim and it was quite a wild one due to the weather. as I was walking by, a young man walked by me. he had a very distinct type of appearance, very athletic, and had dark sunglasses on. if I could make another reasonable or unreasonable assumption, I would say that he looked a lot like the athlete's eldest son, just by the shape of his jaw and physical stature.
but again, it probably didn't happen and that probably wasn't him. I just got this vibe as I passed by him that there was something very serious afoot.
according to rumors, the athlete's eldest son is well aware of his father's interest in me. this happens to be the case for the other fathers of teenage or young adult sons, because obviously this shit is wild. allegedly, one of the athlete's main concern here was some sort of weird perverted, porn-inspired Step Mom type of situation transpiring; and, I'm guessing, this might be a result of the athlete's tendency to date very young, beautiful women, kind of like his former boss!
and me? I look his son's age, or maybe just slightly older, so dating his father would look odd if there wasn't a proper level of precedent set there about his age and how that would never be ok or appropriate. either way, it would be a difficult sell to the public because of how young I look.
now, the ex-wife (I assume) also knows about this, and so does the athlete's current neighbor, who I believe I may have seen once or twice in typical incognito-rich-guy apparel. once would be while I was couch surfing at Lil Snow's illegal immigrant friends' apartment, where Lil Snow tried to coerce me into having a threesome, which I refused. again, that sighting probably didn't happen, because why would a man who looks almost exactly like him just be STANDING THERE looking like he was waiting for me to come outside? that's crazy.
this was, of course, during the very popular arts festival, and (according to rumor) images of me were and are coveted pieces of Art. I saw the car of my dreams that day. there was traffic everywhere. I went for a swim in the pool of my immigrant friend's friend, who'd stopped by for lunch earlier. coincidentally, she lives in the same condo complex as my Ashkenazi Jewish ex-paramour, who somehow knew that I was now in the keeping of Russians and Russian Jews.
she is allegedly one of Lil Snow's ex-lovers. she is exactly my age, my height, though built different. she's pretty and a kind woman, but she didn't seem to respond well when she found out I knew the immigrant friend through Lil Snow. she looked sad. he'd mentioned her name in a whisper to the immigrant friend before. she's really into coffee, just like me.
let me explain:
at some point during our three week affair, Lil Snow took me to a bar that would later be referred to as a hangout for the Russian Mafia. I was there again just three or four nights ago for a musical trivia night with my "friend" and "Santa", the man whose rented property the New Year's Day Rape took place in. this was the first night I met "Santa", who seemed like a nice guy at first.
Lil Snow had (allegedly) been "coached" – meaning groomed for battle – by an opponent of my Internet husband. the man is very well known and a true GOAT in his field; or rather, on the field, as a multi-year champion. I have no idea how contact was made between them, but prior to, I was told that this man had me on his radar, and that this actually went back a few years to before he and his wife divorced.
admittedly, I was enamored with the idea of this man, and had seen his doppelgänger (which might have actually been him) a few times randomly. once was during a strange incident wherein a popular gaming influencer doppelgänger had "accosted" him as he was circling around the hostel where I was staying. some of my coworkers were aware of his involvement, but they were fans and admirers and groupie types, except for one who did not even give a fuck.
he has never had any direct contact with me, but toward the end of my employment and stay at this hostel, I got the sense that he'd been closing in. then Lil Snow appeared seemingly out of nowhere and "seduced" me. well, literally a day or two after I went to stay with Lil Snow, he disappeared to another part of the state for five days. he told me that he was only going to be there for two. we'd talked about my love for American sports and he sent me a video of him and his friend at a sports bar. in the video, they were watching my favorite American sport and he nervously joked about how they "know the rules now."
call it synchronicity or schizophrenia or paranoia, but weeks earlier, I'd been watching a sports matchup wherein this now-retired athlete was narrating. I don't know why, but everything started to feel weird as I sat on the balcony of this hostel watching the game. it was very bizarre. I just shrugged it off as stress and wishful thinking and moved along.
one night, I was sitting on the balcony again having a bit of a nervous breakdown. I was sobbing. there was a cafe next door and it was late at night. as I was sobbing, a man from below said, "this is worthy of respect!" to a woman, who replied, "he's on his way, just one block. I've got to return to Hollywood!" or something like that. about a minute later, a man who looked a LOT like the quarterback whizzed by on a nice motorcycle wearing flip flops and shorts. I started sobbing more.
now, to be clear, the reason why this man and my internet husband don't like each other has something to do with a shared history, which I've 'skewered' both on and have experienced a fair bit of egotistical rebuttal and reprisal because of. but my internet husband has way more money than the athlete and I think this makes him feel insecure? like. he probably feels like he's the underdog in this scenario and I can understand that.
but I always wondered why he *really* would want anything to do with me since he'd been married to a very very beautiful woman and only dates beautiful women. I'm not *that* beautiful, but I am pretty, smart, talented, ambitious, and – though the world may not know it yet – very successful. if I could reasonably make an assertion of "Who's Guy Is That Guy's Guy?", I'd say that Lil Snow most accurately aligns with the athlete and not my internet husband.
Lil Snow is a former athlete. you wouldn't know he's a good ice skater unless you've seen him rollerblade. he's quite skilled at this, being a former hockey player, so I think that they'd find some commonality here, though Lil Snow isn't what I'd call "muscular" in any regard.
well, one night I'd been going off on some political things and was sobbing because Lil Snow was acting really mean toward me. I knew Lil Snow was outside in his car, but then I heard a voice that sounded a lot like the athletes, which is unmistakably regional if you know that region at all. it probably wasn't him, but it sounded like they were having a conversation and it sounded like he was trying to "coach" Lil Snow. again, I can't verify that this actually happened, but it seemed to be happening.
Lil Snow seemed frazzled by this point, but he's got quite an ego, being Russian and thinking he's a thug ass Snow N**** or whatever. he had slowly gone into this almost emotionally catatonic state before our "breakup" which, to me, seemed more induced by outside forces than by choice. Lil Snow and I did have a connection that seemed to make a lot of men, including the athlete, quite jealous.
the athlete allegedly wanted to find out how good I was at doing Intimate Things, and I'd given one particular "performance" – and I say performance because if it turns out that all of this was rigged, then I do have a reason to believe that if I did not perform, I could be seriously injured or murdered – wherein my AND Lil Snow's performance might plausible be considered The Stuff of Legends. hot stuff to say the least!
and guess what? anyone with a properly angled camera above could see right through the shower window from below. or, idk, maybe a tiny drone?
well, allegedly, the athlete and many others heard of or witnessed this incident and they were riled up about it. I also forgot to mention that the night of my first time with Lil Snow, as he was taking me home, I saw a doppelgänger standing on the street with a very young looking woman at like 6am. they were both dressed in athletic leisure clothing and it was still dark outside. probably unrelated, but alas.
I'd been receiving reports that my continued involvement with Lil Snow was making men jealous. to make matters more uncomfortable, his upstairs neighbor had the tendency to stomp and drag things across the wood floor and make a lot of noise at all hours of the night. it started to feel like harassment tbh. nobody in upstairs apartments should be allowed to be that loud.
a rewind:
while staying at my Filipina friend's apartment, I'd been hearing more rumors about the athlete, and it seemed that somebody WANTED me to hear about a sort of well-known incident that had taken place a long time ago. this incident allegedly preceded the athlete's divorce, but the voices sounded familiar and it didn't sound scripted. it sounded very real.
in this audio, which was being played at quite a high volume, a man and a woman were screaming at each other. there were children in the background and there was the voice of another man, who (pardon my assumption but it's true) sounded African American. he was attempting to mediate between the man and the woman while the children were screaming and sobbing.
now, another improbable incident:
the day I officially "met" Lil Snow, I'd gone for a long swim and it was quite a wild one due to the weather. as I was walking by, a young man walked by me. he had a very distinct type of appearance, very athletic, and had dark sunglasses on. if I could make another reasonable or unreasonable assumption, I would say that he looked a lot like the athlete's eldest son, just by the shape of his jaw and physical stature.
but again, it probably didn't happen and that probably wasn't him. I just got this vibe as I passed by him that there was something very serious afoot.
according to rumors, the athlete's eldest son is well aware of his father's interest in me. this happens to be the case for the other fathers of teenage or young adult sons, because obviously this shit is wild. allegedly, one of the athlete's main concern here was some sort of weird perverted, porn-inspired Step Mom type of situation transpiring; and, I'm guessing, this might be a result of the athlete's tendency to date very young, beautiful women, kind of like his former boss!
and me? I look his son's age, or maybe just slightly older, so dating his father would look odd if there wasn't a proper level of precedent set there about his age and how that would never be ok or appropriate. either way, it would be a difficult sell to the public because of how young I look.
now, the ex-wife (I assume) also knows about this, and so does the athlete's current neighbor, who I believe I may have seen once or twice in typical incognito-rich-guy apparel. once would be while I was couch surfing at Lil Snow's illegal immigrant friends' apartment, where Lil Snow tried to coerce me into having a threesome, which I refused. again, that sighting probably didn't happen, because why would a man who looks almost exactly like him just be STANDING THERE looking like he was waiting for me to come outside? that's crazy.
this was, of course, during the very popular arts festival, and (according to rumor) images of me were and are coveted pieces of Art. I saw the car of my dreams that day. there was traffic everywhere. I went for a swim in the pool of my immigrant friend's friend, who'd stopped by for lunch earlier. coincidentally, she lives in the same condo complex as my Ashkenazi Jewish ex-paramour, who somehow knew that I was now in the keeping of Russians and Russian Jews.
she is allegedly one of Lil Snow's ex-lovers. she is exactly my age, my height, though built different. she's pretty and a kind woman, but she didn't seem to respond well when she found out I knew the immigrant friend through Lil Snow. she looked sad. he'd mentioned her name in a whisper to the immigrant friend before. she's really into coffee, just like me.