I’ve written before about my stance on drug trafficking. I wrote it to the president of the USA in January 2023.
It isn’t because I benefit from drug trafficking. I use medical marijuana for a spinal cord Injury that I received because of blunt force trauma. Blunt force trauma to the spine because of my ex.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be using marijuana, unless it was a weird rare, random occasion and I was in the moment.
I don’t see an issue with drugs in society because they are no different than pharma medicines or snacks that are ‘unhealthy’ for you. Just like it is stated in India ‘everything in moderation or it could be considered a drug….’
Too much TV, too many snacks, too much rest, not enough rest, and then add the differences in each of us that are natural and normal.
The reason I want to talk about this issue is because it gets in the way of really important community issues-
Human trafficking
Forced prostitution
Safety for everyone
Starvation as a war tactic
Unsafe ports
It causes economic instability as well as danger, for everyone.
In fact the USA would have just been in danger, had some of this not been pointed out to the right individuals in time-but no one will ever fully realize or appreciate that.
As a young woman I went through hell and I kept it to myself.
I don’t speak of it now to bring up the past or shame anyone, I speak on it because I am an almost 39 year old woman, who wants to see change implemented. Change to make it safer for everyone.
How can we make change??
Practical ways-apply logic.
47billion dollars is spent on the ‘war on drugs’ add to that the cost of port wars that happen overseas, due to this and that is a large sum of money that could be spent on education, preventing housing instability, universal healthcare, sustainable food practices. This money could be put to great use in so many ways!
As a citizen of the USA all I have is my voice. I can write about these issues, hope they aren’t going to keep ‘shadow banning’ me. Hope that they won’t take my writing as their own…..it’s the only thing I can do now, amidst forced oppression and medical torture. I’m doing what I can.
When you interact with all kinds of people in your life you realize what I have stated many times already and what my family always said. ‘There are good and bad people in every country, race, religion & profession.’
Informer……
Informant
Informing
I’m choosing to inform the general public about truth so that however few readers see it, they can apply it to communities and see the major changes that occur, in doing so.
When I was a young woman I was exposed to a number of drugs, still there were many I did not ever see or come into contact with-a few I tried, but I was lucky to never be an addict. Most of the people I spent time with were much older. Anywhere from 4-10 years older than me. I didn’t realize most of them were in ‘addiction’ and it didn’t occur to me that any of them had a ‘problem.’
Including close relationships.
I didn’t know how to tell if someone was an addict.
I thought they would be able to gauge that all on their own.
I know how to be accountable and weigh in on what is good for me or not, and so I made the mistake of believing others could do the same. Evidently they can not always do this.
Here comes the ‘informers’ issues.
They are usually drug addicts who get themselves in a bind and the only way out, is to inform….on their business partners, on their ‘friends,’ and what for???
For them to look better in the eyes of the public? To get away with what they have done?
I don’t really know what makes people inform. I don’t really care either, it’s something THEY can write about.
What I do care about is how it effects the many lives of those around them.
They don’t think twice about the spouses, kids, friends and families lives they effect in doing so.
Neither does the law enforcement. It is a rare government official who is perfect or ‘by the book’ maybe even non existent.
So who are they to state what is good or bad, if they are partaking in it, themselves?! Or worse-helping their spouses or kids get away with it, at the detriment of MOST.
SHAME on every one of them.
I believe someone in my life became an informant when I was young, and it led to a lot of hardship and struggle, and possibly even this injury I have now…..but that would require people speaking the truth to who they lied to and having accountability, which is a huge joke-because none of them care at all. Not about their families or anyone else. That’s why they lie.
When I was in my early 20s I was driving home from the strip club at 11pm. I had quit already in the year 2006 after only dancing for 5 months. I realized pretty early on, it wasn’t for me.
I thought that being a stripper meant being a dancer.
Evidently along the way, haram individuals decided it meant hookers.
To all women, hookers included, this is NEVER meant to shame you or make you feel bad, I’ve been trafficked before. As a young teen. When I had a choice of whether to take money for sex, I said no. This placed me in a lot of danger. Because one woman saying no and getting away with it, can turn into a redesigning of an industry, that is unsafe for many, benefiting a dangerous few.
Sure, there are some who can navigate it without fear or fault. However, many women are doing things because they ‘have to’ are ‘made to’ or they don’t have ‘a choice.’
Again, the major difference can be the company your with, or the bouncer that’s with you.
They can slip things in your drink easily and many do.
It’s happened to me, mostly at 14 & 15, it was terrifying. The last time it happened to me, was with my ex. He put stuff in my drink after asking me questions like ‘do you remember if he hit you!?’ Or ‘did he have a bigger dick then him?’
These questions were after he told me, he could ‘tell I had been raped before’ and I should tell him about it. So I did. In my 30s for the first time ever, I told DETAILS of 1 of the times I was raped. ONE of many times I had been. One of the most degrading times too. The most severe being tied up, with a bag over my head and gang raped. They all vary in severity and none of them are ok. Not one of them. It wasn’t what I was wearing, or what I was doing. It was because of jealous women and harmful men. That’s it.
When it comes to prostitution, I believe that most people if given a choice, wouldn’t necessarily choose that as a profession, even if they really ‘liked sex.’
Also ask yourselves, if your love of sex is due to trauma? Is it the highly sexed society we are raised up in.
I’m reiterating all these topics because it greatly relates to the topic of the day…..
Informants.
Back to the story of the past, that hopefully will shed light to those that can apply change & to help make a better future.
I was in an unhealthy relationship with a person who was an addict and they ruined my life. I believed he spent our money on snacks. Yup. I believed that. I couldn’t understand why he was the way he was. I still tried my best to help and make change for our lives.
I drove to the club with the idea of helping change our situation.
I found out a few years later, I made more money bartending then I ever did stripping. It wasn’t a busy place.
When I got to the club, my friend who had died 5 months before, in an alleged car accident.
We had spent every day together through our very lovely friendship, cut short by powers at play, that are not honorable.
She wasn’t there.
I had only been there because of her.
I had been to a strip club before, a few times underage, I saw an amazingly gorgeous women slide from the top of the pole to almost the bottom in Portland and I was stunned. I was 17. I thought she was amazing. While I had been to a club before, I don’t know if I would have worked at one, if it wasn’t for my friend.
She wasn’t there though.
She was dead.
It was a slow night and it was sad. A girl working had a seizure and by 11pm I realized, I couldn’t be there.
I left.
I got pulled over for a taillight being out.
A taillight.
My break light was fixed that day and not tightened all the way, so my taillight was out.
I was told my license had been suspended. I was shocked. Genuinely.
I found out it was suspended for 15 days because of loss of points. (2 speeding tickets within a year) I received my license at 19 because I left home young and couldn’t get a license until I was a legal adult.
My license was suspended for loss of points and it could have been reinstated if I had paid the 35$ reinstatement fee.
If only I had known they didn’t forward State mail…..
So I went to the station.
I was treated kindly by the woman who got me a coffee and we spoke.
She started by asking ‘how to get a man’ I am NOT the woman to talk to about that. I’m
Not flirtatious, I don’t play games and I don’t require attention from anyone but my partner. I also have a tendency to date the wrong people, especially because if I had dated the right one, I would be happily married right now.
So I talked to this woman.
We talked about hookers too.
About women who don’t have a choice in the matter, that’s what was on my mind.
At the same time this occurred or slightly before, it would seem someone in my close circle became an informant and caused some people pretty high up in the drug trade, to go to jail.
There is a movie about a porn star, who does this. He goes to a party and informs people of others drug situations and triangulated and he got a lot of people killed in the process-brutally.
I am an honest woman, I’ve been around a lot of people, I’m not an idiot though, and I know what ‘not to say’ when it comes to drugs. However, since I’m not a dealer, I’m not an addict, I’m not a trafficker, and I’m not in government and I’ve been through absolute hell-I’m speaking up because it is so important for this business to change now.
I don’t have friends these days. Just a few acquaintances. I worked too much to have a large social life. I was a bartender & waitress for about 22 years, mixed in with a few other jobs-so I met a lot of people.
I personally prefer, to not really know if others are involved in the drug trade. I also prefer they don’t put me in unnecessary danger. This is an issue. Being placed in danger because of others who don’t think about what they cause or do.
I haven’t ever made anyone in the drug trades mad. Or the government.
The ONLY people who should have an issue with me are pimps. I don’t care about them. I would like to see them all dead, Personally. They are a problem for everyone’s family and safety. They don’t care who they harm or damage.
I know that the club I worked at for 5 months ended up closing down. What year, I don’t know. I wanted it to be a memory of the past. I didn’t want anyone to know I was a stripper, or a nude model, I got ‘let go of’ a job because I drove to New York to try out for Playboy-I was young. Everything started with online though-I wasn’t comfortable with that-just pinup style photos. I didn’t want anyone to know I had been raped and abused. That invites people to treat me even worse than they already do, in situations that matter-seeking medical care for domestic assault or government help, for being tormented.
I know that the woman officer I spoke to, cared about helping other women. I know she didn’t want to see women prostituted anymore than I did.
Years after speaking to that woman officer, I interacted with someone who said they ‘went to jail’ and they meant for drugs. I didn’t put together that he wanted to know, if I was the reason.
I wasn’t. However, it must have been someone close to me, back then, that was.
My last relationship began with my ex asking me lots of questions about the strip club, my friend who died, and that situation.
Right before he hit me in the spine, it got brought back up again.
Is it coincidence?
I don’t know.
I just know that I’ve been tormented over the past four years and 7 months. I’ve been sprayed with nervine, my dog was poisoned, I’ve been medically tortured, belittled, oppressed and despite the compelling medical evidence, continue to be treated like this is a joke. My ex got away with it. My other ex who I believe is responsible, also seems to have weaseled his way out of everything and successfully triangulated me, Putting me in more danger.
Soooo…….
Informer…..
How many have you killed?
It isn’t meant to threaten people into silence. It’s meant to change the way things happen.
How can you not hear about this, stories like mine and the compelling evidence of suffering so many face, all because of this method of ‘business’ the government and dealers conduct.
A woman can’t even go to the police for help because if we do-we are tormented or believed to be an informant. The amount that I know about local drug traffickers is limited. I haven’t ever been an addict or a dealer, so I don’t know who’s ‘on the scene.’ I only know who tried to use me as a scapegoat.
Losers. Dangerous losers. They look ‘good’ in the eyes of the public, but they are more horrible losers, than anyone homeless or struggling.
I know what I’ve lived through and I know because of that, how to make it safer for women.
It isn’t complicated to put together how human trafficking so easily takes place. Once they have you, it isn’t easy to get out.
I was lucky because I started to realize that I needed to have control over my life. Some of the harmful people in my life, seemingly ‘helped’….but without accountability.
Little by little I took steps to move forward day to day and make plans. That was when I was able bodied.
NOW, I’m crippled and even WOMEN, many women, including the judge who decided my disability, after EVERYTHING I’ve experienced-denying me and placing me in more danger, preventing me from having a safe and good life.
They don’t care-because they all think nothing will ever happen to them or their families. They don’t care because it just ruins my whole life and makes me unsafe…….
Who is going to care?
Who is going to change?
Who is going to stop this?
I am big on ending human trafficking. It’s a major focus of mine. I’ve been through hell, I don’t want anyone else’s daughters to experience it-even the family of those that caused it for me, and can’t seem to stop themselves from ruining my life now. They don’t want the truth known…..but I don’t want to be forcibly oppressed, medically tortured and tormented anymore……..so, where does that leave us?
The community negatively impacted? The country? The ricochet effect into other countries and ports?
Are we going to apply the truth and logic to make it safer for EVERYONE and their families or are we going to continue to let everyone get away with everything, so that they can look better and keep our areas dangerous and unsafe-because the glossed over variant spoken is ‘Maine-its so safe….’
It isn’t.
Maine is my home.
Maine is beautiful.
Many Mainers are really good people.
It isn’t safe though.
I’m speaking up because I want to see it become safe.
For your kids.
Because I still don’t have any. Never have. I’ve just helped others with theirs. I’ve always been good with kids. Always.
What will you do to make it safer for yours?