THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, this girl praises Jesus during the day, but sucks off a married guy occasionally during the night even if she’s married herself. Now she gets to retain this good samaritan reputation within her circle while gaining extra funds secretly on the side. No wonder why she continues to ignore her husband’s sexual predator accusations. I guess the saying “birds of a feather flock together” is true, after all. Well, Larrei May Araza, you shoulda just stuck with your pathetic man’s little johnson.
THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, this girl Stephanie Sexton needs to be put on blast. She claims she is a “beauty therapist,” whatever that is… when all she really does is try and cram her Younique garbage makeup down people’s throughts. She has ripped off many women who have come to her wanting to buy makeup, and when she’s not busy ripping women off, she’s running her mouth online arguing with actual professional makeup artists who are trying to help people and offer real advice. She doesn’t care about your skin, your health, or your looks. All she wants to do is sell you her crap Younique products. Except, you’ll never actually get them because she rips people off. Don’t do business with Stephanie. She’s taken so much from me and is an insult to the professional makeup artists. She gives them a bad name. A good makeup artist just wants you to feel beautiful and confident at the end of your session but Stephanie just wants to sell you her crap and she’ll do whatever it takes to do it. She is a liar and a scammer, not to mention an online bully. Don’t trust Stephanie.
Stand by. About to see if the movie CREED is on Netflix. Steph’s nose motivates me.- nik
THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, God help me write this, but I think its time I let it out. This is my story about how a man who completely destroyed me within a matter of minutes, three times. At first I didnt know it was rape. After years of abuse I just thought it was normal and no one would talk about it. But surely it happens to everyone? Right? Clearly not.
I somehow convinced myself that it was my fault and that I asked for it. And that I was wearing the wrong clothes so it could have happened to anyone. That I’m clearly a slut because of this. That no man will ever love me because of what has happened. No one will accept me and my past. But no one should ever feel like that, as it is the hardest thing I have ever had to get out of. And I’m still trying.
I was 13 the first time. 15 the second time. And 17 the third time. And I remember every minute and every second of those days. And I dont think I could ever forget. It’s like it was a game, he would ask me questions and if I had answered wrong he would make it worse for me. It got to a point when I wouldn’t answer and would just let him do whatever he wanted. In that moment I gave up. I will always remember. I felt defeated, and broken. I had no power over him. Nothing I would do or say would stop what was happening. I remember him holding my wrists down forcing me not to move. And then asking me questions. Or holding my mouth shut, and then asking me the questions. Because he knew I couldn’t answer, and that was the worst part of the game. He was telling me ‘to look to the sky’ because apparently, it makes it easier. To this day still I cant look to the sky without thinking about what happened.
Continue Reading- WOW!- nik
THE DIRTY ARMY: Nik, so, a little over 9 years ago was the day my life changed forever. I was out with some friends we got chatting to some guys at in the bar I went to get a round of drinks for my friends and one of the guys, Aman Lalli, followed me to the bar and we got chatting. I took the drinks over to my friends and continued chatting to this guy, I told him I had to go the bathroom and he put his hand out to hold my drink which I gave him. I went to the bathroom.
When I came back, I took back my drink and continued our conversation. Before too long, I started to feel really drunk, which I thought was odd as this was only my third drink. I then started to feel dizzy so thought I would just head home and call it a night. I said goodbye to this guy and told him I was heading home, as I was feeling unwell. I then went and got my stuff and said goodbye to my friends.
I made my way outside to get a taxi and go home. When I got outside, I started to feel really dizzy. I sat on one of the chairs outside the pub to steady myself and the guy from the bar appeared and said he would help me get a taxi. I don’t remember a great deal after that, but I remember being in the taxi and he was there and I just kept saying I want to go home.
Continue Reading– I have no words.- nik