Chelsea Paige Reeves Gonzales... I've had it with people stalking me, I've had it with violence, I've had it with defamation and slander attempts, and all of that will cease and desist immediately or I will be forced to take legal action.
I want my divorce. I sent you my address in West Pensacola when you tried to demand that I endanger myself meeting you in public for them. while my therapist told me that I shouldn't even keep you un-blocked, or have to even see you or a picture of you, much less see you in public on account of how psychiatrically triggering it became, but I'm done being anything less than the strong self-owning bitch I've become, and I'd like to be able to say that you made me that person by all of the shit I've gone through from Ejay in North Carolina who *TOLD* me he was from your family and there to hurt me before "Lilith/Vivi" and "Oliver/Cupid" helped drug and rape me with Sara Anne Orisini and left me to die and get thrown around the nation, and before Sarah left me to die in Las Vegas.
And don't try to act coy. Lilith/Vivi/Whatever she/he/it is calling themselves now, looking like Scott pretending to be trans with grown out hair and an easy hormone prescription and a fake ID... I know it wasn't, but all the same, I know that was set up to make me feel safe in an unsafe environment around people who wanted to hurt me, and I don't care about "character references," I have evidence.
Lilith/Vivi/(Still possibly Scott hurting me for you, I actually won't know that wasn't the case until this is all sorted out.) told me on video that he knew your friend Sarah after they all left me to die in North Carolina after I was drugged and raped, and convinced that they'd send help for me in that trap house, and instead started sending neighbors to fuck with me, take my shit...
Those other people, that trans woman who's name I can't recall and her partner the TERFy looking "Nonbinary" person with BPD who came and got me when I couldn't pay rent after Zeigha convinced me to spend all of my money on groceries and gifts for her to visit and never visited me in Greenville? They either sold or donated away almost *ALL* of what I had left after they tried to sell me a car with a bad timing belt that broke down in Mebane halfway back and left me stranded and homeless in a parking lot I even got thrown out of after I just had to use a restroom at the Food Lion, but hey, when the police showed up for that, I gave them a different real name than the one I go by now, and they got me help. It was a miracle, I got a timing belt put in, I got back, I raised the money to go to Colorado myself even if it was still just a trap just to send me further to Sarah who wanted me to keep my penis, who harassed me and my fans and friends and new transgender family in Pensacola after I came out, privately, telling me to keep my penis, trying to convince me that hormones would do nothing to help me, change my body, make me happier in my skin, which was a lie, and she's a biologist so she should know its a lie unless her degree is fake and worthless, which I don't know if it was from some bible-thumping, science-denying un-accredited university or if she literally just slept her way through her classes, or just missed the basics of mammalian sexual biology that day, but I doubt she's that stupid, or uneducated after having been harassed by her cousin or whatever who claimed to be intersex while I was in Georgia. Sorry, the Conyers address was one that I stayed at with Koha *SO* temporarily, and even my paypal debit card was sent there.
Yeah, I'm going to be canceling that card before I move my pay to my Paypal for this month, so don't even think about it.
It became obvious to me that Barbara was one of the people who wanted to hurt me for you, very quickly once I came back to Pensacola, and that I'd just been in denial this whole time over her fake support on social media, her faking coming out as agender even though I believe they are, even though they seem to *actually* believe they're a woman, and seem to be trying to convince me I'm not by getting me into circular arguments where they use misogynist abuse tactics against me in the arguments and fights, acting like a man, and they'll take "she" before a correction to "they" *so* easily, but to actually *identify* as Agender one *has* to understand that one cannot take any *more* offense to being misgendered one way than another before one *must* understand that
Harassing me in the emails regarding that insinuated you might be crazy enough to come to my address yourself... like, why the fuck would you have even said that? "I'm not gonna do anything crazy like show up at your address or anything..."
CAN YOU IMAGINE IF A MAN SAID THAT TO YOU???
Or another woman for that matter, however you identify now.
You can call me whatever you want, say whatever you want, send whatever family members to do your dirty work for you over and over again if you'd rather see me dead and broken and scarred as I am now and don't have the courage to just send divorce papers.
I don't know what kind of woman gets so twisted dating another woman that when that woman says "Hi, I want to change my body to make myself happy," you'd threaten me like you did when I came out to you in 2013 while we were living with Sierra, and I have witnesses.
IDK if K was one of your spies or not, but she rolled me through every open door she could, lied to me, convinced me she was Sierra before I let her access me for the first time in the shower in Georgia after I thought she was saving me when I was almost killed by crazy neo-nazi meth dealers who kidnapped me when I was in Las Vegas after your baby-daddy was harassing me on my channel and my phone for divorce and custody papers?
Nellie told me back in 2016 when she wanted to start taking me working out and hanging out again that you'd had a kid. I'm going to be perfectly straightforward with you: I'm happy for you. If that makes your life better, wonderful, but I'm a career woman.
I do not have room for a child in my life, they are not mine, and your baby daddy says you don't want child support, which is all well and good, because you will never get any, but these emails about "looking for me,"? Feels no less stalking than when someone used the password that only you should've have unless you gave it to someone to sign in and stalk my location while I was living with Kelly.
I saw either Kelly or someone who reminded me of them at a bar where one of the bartenders looks like you, and they tried to fuck with me last night along with a bunch of other people tricking me, even someone who reminds me of the shitty old psychiatrist who tried to get me to turn myself into a man for you instead of encouraging me to transition, but I have partial Prosopognosia (facial blindness) ever since the cocktail of drugs the people Ejay claimed to be your cronies along with him had me raped by in NC, and now I have a very hard time telling people from moment to moment, their faces shift, blur, the individual features are hard to keep track of from face to face amongst similar faces, or whether or not someone is somebody that I used to know if their features change to significantly over time, or I haven't seen them in forever.
I remember how when that stalking incident happened was when Kelly started becoming more weird and gaslighting and abusive to me.
I saw a video on the computer she gave me that looked like her trying to study dog behavior with her dog, sitting a dog that looked like your Yorkie after North Carolina. I didn't appreciate having her try to ask me if I'd take her to the gym with me after I started working out with Nellie again.
Even the idea of working out with a partner is triggering now thanks to you. I've been through guilt annorexia, I've stopped and started trying to build up to *MY* body goals, and instead, starving, homeless, being libeled, slandered, having character defamation attempts on me...
You want to know why I said I felt raped by Nellie? It wasn't the alcohol, I love getting high and drunk and crossfaded to enhance my own personal experiences, which I did that night.
I *wanted* to cheat. I *wanted* to get back together with Nellie. I did that with her because I *wanted* to, and when she came to me to try to reconnect in 2015, I told her that. You have to go around rumor and gossip milling all the time because you're too weak of a person to admit that you fell in love with a woman and left her when her body was going to change in a way you didn't like.
A woman with a penis is still a woman.
And still a woman, I remain.
I felt hurt in that situation by you and Rasheed. Rasheed for bringing it back up and ruining all of our friendships and nearly destroying you and I back then, and by you for all of the violence your family started seeking out after me when you made it sound like it was some kind of torrid affair when it happened *once* *long* before we got married, and you know it.
I own it as a "torrid affair" now thanks to your rumor milling, so now I get to write music about it instead of just having visions when I was in Brownsville that your brother or someone was gonna show up with a gun and shoot me, and Kelly started forcing me to walk her dog outside at night around then...
Women's intuition, I have it. I'm a woman, always have been. You gave me a book of 52 lies about how you loved me once, and they were all part of the woman I was and am to this day, but now, I'm a stronger woman. I'm stronger than you, I'm stronger than your cronies.
I've survived to much. I'll give you 52 reasons why I'll look like Taylor Swift to you when you see me again. I guarantee it, and with help, I will.
Your libel attempts through Michael to keep me homeless and helpless in Pensacola didn't work. Everyone knows how you used to twist me up into knots and sit on me and aggravate my back issues and hurt me in response to my self-harm when you could goad it out of me.
Everyone knows how you would just yell and scream at me and refuse to get off of me when I begged and begged not to have to engage in self defense against you to prevent you from hurting me more.
Everyone knows that the only time I ever raised a hand to you in anger was once after finally admitting that you lied to me for 4 years, and now, it's been almost 8 since I could've just not dated you, done more research instead of crying myself to sleep every night wishing I could be Nellie, wishing I was Nellie, and trying to fill the hole in me that I couldn't even fill with her being every bit of the woman I am now, was then, but wished I could live authentically and have my identity and worth respected as.
You tell lies about me, that I'd go on drunken rampages when you and I both know that even though I was using it as a crutch, alcohol always made me happy at first and depressed later at worst, never violent, and sometimes people have gobbled them up until they learn better, but no one is going to believe a single one of them again when we are through.
I want my divorce, I want it now, and if I don't get those papers *immediately* upon request, I will send the police to serve you, just like you threatened me with in 2015.
I will have my divorce. I will have it without you getting a dime, I have nothing to give. Those people who claimed to be your cronies in Colorado and North Carolina, or wherever stole it ALL from me, everything I ever built, worked with people slandering me to try to cover up for an autistic man who was sexually inappropriate with me and other trans people in Pensacola to try to make the world think I appropriated funds for my instruments from STRIVE when I raised that myself.
STRIVE never gave me a dime.
I had to go to *months* of talk therapy to even just *convince* my gender therapist I'd gotten over the damage you'd done before I could get her letter to approve me for hormone replacement therapy.
I had to go to *months* of couples therapy with Kelly to even just *try* to get over the damage from your abuse, the emotional, the physical, the abuse from Nellie, the emotional... I don't feel like one is any worse than the other, or believe that mental illness is an excuse. You hurt someone, you still have to apologize. You still have to make up for it. You still have to own your responsibility and you are clearly too immature, violent, or damaged to do that, or do anything other than have people try to spread the idea that your abuse against me was a lie, so that when I need help, no one has believed me at times.
I don't want them mailed, I don't want them any way other than *scanned* and sent ex post haste ,(*PRONTO*)(*immediately*) to my email address [email protected] or [email protected]
I will have my divorce by the end of the day, or I will have your whole conspiracy to hurt me in court. You got caught in the middle of your own little game with my old psychiatrist last night, and you both know it.
I'm contacting the police already, don't bother going into the Rumble Room today if that's where you work. I will have the police on my side all the way.
All you have is a discredited, psychopathic or sociopathic transphobic nurse who doesn't even work as a therapist or a psychologist any more, and a bunch of bullies.
Only communicate with me by email. If I receive any messages or phone calls from you, OR "Candy" or "Candice" I will add that to my ever-growing list of infractions and violations of my privacy and evidence of stalking and conspiracy for the police.
Never see me again unless you want Ejay and Oliver/Cupid/Amanda and (lilith/vivi/Scott Kenneth Shaw/whatever he's calling himself these days) AND you *ALL* brought up on conspiracy charges for my drugging and attempted murder in North Carolina and my rape at the hands of Sarah/Sara/ However you spell her name, NTM "Vivi/Lilith/SKS" pulling a knife on me for self-harm...
It was a well conceived trap as far as I can tell, and I don't know if you or Scott, or Ejay, or your family, or "lilith/vivi" if they were born under a different name, but I'm done falling for it, and I'm already working with the police.
Do not contact me again except to email the divorce papers, scanned at one of my two available email addresses TODAY, or there will be further action added. I will have my divorce. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.
You choose which, but either way, you're never coming back, or using me as your sex toy just because I'm a woman who happens to have a penis again.
And Neither is "Zeigha" or whatever they're calling themselves now.
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