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Why I'm The Way I Am To This Day

The Classified Information, Sites, Personnel, and Time Frames That Goes Along With This Dissertation Of My History Will Not Be Discussed.

I Was Groomed Out Of High School For A Special Federal Job.

I excelled to the top of my class through HS Technical Training in Industrial Electronics. A repair that I did to a critical machine's power supply problem at my father's work place, which was being used for a special government contract, got me noticed. These US Government Groomer's attention got me a possible federal placement, yet, as a Veteran, this job placement would happen.
My father, being a first class machinist / millwright, was into rifles. He would built custom actions, mostly repurposing older rifles. I would watch him make custom inlays out of old rifle stocks. I would go with him when he would sight them in. All of this extra knowledge was taken into account when the federal job was offered. This extra special knowledge added to the final offer.

I Signed Up For The Air Force, I Got More Than I Signed Up For.

I spent my first 22 and 1/2 years of my life being a heterosexual male. I was then turned into the “I” in the LGBTQ+. I am “INTERSEXED” due to what happened to me on Robins Air Force Base (RAFB), Warner Robins Georgia, in October 1984. This past April 2022 has been a 37 1/2 year journey that “NO MALE” should ever have to go through.

What Happened To Me On Robins Air Force Base Warner Robins, Georgia USA

Over Highly Classified Information, I was Beaten up, Brutally Gang Raped, Severely Beaten Unconscious, and then Left For Dead in a Toxic Chemical Waste Pond on the backside of RAFB. They received no information from me. A time after this, I would come to my senses in the Toxic Chemical Waste Pond all alone.
I'd find my way back to my barracks room, get partially cleaned up, realize that I needed to report this, and then reported directly to the RAFB Base Hospital for help. This was the beginning of my fight to remain, retain as much of my maleness as possible.

The RAFB Psychiatrist, It Gets Worse

I was referred to RAFB's Psychiatrist. He would try to get me to believe that this never happened. When that didn't work, He started with mental drugs. When the drugs were making me too tired to work, My supervisors stepped in. Then the Psychiatrist started injecting me with mental drugs. This was soon stopped when they realized it wasn't making me forget what happened.

As For Many Continuous Medical Problems And Physical Gender Issues.

These toxic chemicals started the path for “My Permanent Chemical Castration.” Endocrine, Nervous, and Immune System problems started right at the first. Cardiovascular, Lymphatic, and Respiratory Systems came next after 3 905 SEI World Wide Deployable shots. Given all at once soon after this incident, though these shots were supposed to be separated by two weeks.

My Federal GROOMERS Are Told Of Me Being Compromised.

The Federal Job prospect would be withdrawn, caused by my new sicknesses and being compromised. All of the pre-job training that I was given before my military tour of duty was a waste of federal money. YES, I was on my way into doing something I really wanted to do. YET, being compromised in such a way while in the military, My Groomers concluded it was over.

How They Planned The Final Coverup.

Due to the nature of why this happened to me, ALL DOCUMENTS related to this INCIDENT were CHANGED to protect the compromising of many other interrelated operational areas of the US Government. You can say here that I had to take ONE for the TEAM, for my COUNTRY, sacrificing the ONE for the MANY. They QUIETLY covered this incident up on the highly active RAFB.

The Promises They Made.

They would give me a “HONORABLE DISCHARGE”, with promises to privately take care of me for the rest of my life. A medical discharge was “DENIED” as this would of meant that explanations as to WHY what happened to me would had to been documented. This is still a very deep Government rabbit hole to this very day, as they still come by to remind me.

They Denied Making Any Promises After Separation.

Yet, my continuing OATH I made to this holds to this day. RAFB then threw me out the back door with the trash, the promises they made back then to me, ALL LIES. The VA in 1986-1987 wouldn't help me either, no military documentation of my new medical problems I have. It took until 2009 that the VA would ever begin to help me, which to this day is problematic at it's best.

My DD Form 214 Said I could Reenlist.

Yes, my DD Form 214 said I could reenlist. YET, when I tried, seeing that the Federal Job prospects were withdrawn, this too would be denied. When I presented this situation to my USAF Recruiter back home, he tried to process it. A stern letter would be returned saying that not to allow me to apply again. My DD Form 214 still states that reenlistment is possible to this day.

If Things Couldn't Get Any Worse.

The Macon Georgia Contracted VA CBOC would prescribe me a medicine overdose in August 2015. Though I did question this, they told me the dose was correct. After just one month I'd experience eyesight, hearing, speech, and increased diabetic problems. I have these medical malpractice problems to this day. This brought continued disbelief that the VA could help me.

I Wasn't Allowed To Talk About This For 32 Years.

This is where I have always told everyone, when I was finally allowed to say so in November 2016, what had happened to me on RAFB in October 1984. Even though the VA began to give me medical help, I wasn't allowed to divulge were all my sicknesses came from. They never knew until I started at this time to explain it. It either fell on deaf ears or became stranger accusations.

How I Have Taken Care Of Myself This Whole Time.

Like I said, the Air Force denied their promises. The VA in 1986-87 denied any medical help. I have had to deal with my medical problems on my own. I had to turn to Homeopathic and Naturopathic ways. When I could pay for medical help, I'd find out that I have sensitivities and side effects to many medications. None of today's medical professionals care to understand this.
I will say this here, thanks to my federal GROOMERS. They are the reason why I started down this path. When they heard what had happened to me on RAFB and that RAFB was suppressing me getting any real medical help, they took the lead in guiding me to professionals that would help educating me in Homeopathic and Naturopathic ways.


When the VA starts treating me badly, which seems to go in spurts, like it is now, it reiterates what had happened to me long ago, it's like reliving it all over again. Makes it just as fresh in my mind as this happening just minutes ago. It makes me see just how important one is when something happens to you while serving in the military.

I Feel Their Pain, My Journey Joins With Them In Their Plight.

From what I have seen and heard, this is why many Veterans feel like they are at the end of their ropes, and do what they do to end it all. It's a shame that the VA will place all of it might behind it's regulations above doing what is right for all Veterans. Every Veteran should be followed by the VA to ensure a long healthy life after their service. NO ONE should EVER be LEFT BEHIND!

PLEASE PRAY for all Veterans,


Those who never get the help they deserve,


And those who are continuously abused by the VA.


What I'm Up To These Days

I have Amateur Radio and other little hobbies that keeps me busy when I can do them. I have to rest a lot these days as my Federal, Military, and VA caused medical problems makes for two full time jobs, this keeps me very busy. YES, I've been through a lot in my life, and, YES, it didn't end me by no means, like some had wished it would have. I am now mostly homebound.

NO Visitors, NO Animals, and Very Little Outside Time

What does Homebound mean to me? It's my four-walled safe haven OR, at times, my medical prison. I have two HEPA filters running continuously. There's a Dehumidifier that helps keep the air I breathe dry. Don't forget the A/C in the late Spring, Summer, and early Fall to help out the Dehumidifier. This is what keeps me healthy enough NOT to require a massive drug regiment.

As For The Questions About My Sexuality

As for the Nay-Sayers, NO, I'm NOT GAY, nor have I EVER BEEN, DESIRED TO BE, OR FELT LIKE I WAS GAY. I don't have ANY STD's from these events, YET, I do get tested every so often because of what happened so long ago. Here's what I usually tell everyone, IF I was going to SEXUALLY SIN against GOD, I'd ONLY have many Naturally Born Females in my bed.

Recapping, I'm a Product Of My Military Service.


YES, I'm Intersexed Because Of It. This Is My GENDER.


YES, I'm A Truly Manufactured Heterosexual Lesbian! This Is My Sexual Orientation.



Because of all of this, I no longer trust what any male say to me. A little leaven leaven's the whole lump. I no longer can have any close male friendships. I no longer can tolerate a male being anywhere close to me. I'll be freaking out inside IF a male tries to touch me. I'm afraid that IF any male touches me, in anyway, meaning or not, that I would defend myself in a NON-FRIENDLY manner.
This is only a small part of my many PTSD triggers. IF you have gotten this far, thanks for reading this about me. I hope this gives you clues as to when I go sideways in a conversation, that this dissertation about me comes to your mind, helping you understand me better when I'm NOT making any logical sense of a normal relationship.