Apparently the moderators of RooshvForums thought this was a joke or fake (or it hurts the PUA bottom line). I guarantee you it is not. Young men especially need to know the dangers of women.

TLDR: Charged with sexual assault of child when 18. Girl ruined city-wide reputation. Effects still strongly felt almost decade later. Forced red pill early in life.

Bethany was a 4’11”, ~95 lbs smoking hot spinner. She played on the softball team at the varsity level. They weren’t great, but it was enough to keep her in top shape for a girl freshly blossomed in her prime. She previously met me at a small party one night. I loaned her a few seconds of my attention. Nothing more. It helped that, among this group of athletes, I had the highest status.

Going through high-school was quite unique, as I carried the title of “nerd” and “jock” simultaneously. Starting on the football team with a huge frame and speed, I also participated in high-level mathematics competitions. The world was wide open, as I was getting looked at lightly from smaller D1 schools for athletics. But even more important were the offers coming in from bigger D1 schools for scholastic achievement and merit from statewide math competitions. Even after achieving relative popularity and stellar performance in both physical and mental realms, I still had never had a girlfriend and only had “fooled around” (fingering, kissing, getting jerked) with a few girls throughout high school. Females were the only area of my life where I had little to no confidence.

The only girls I did manage to “hook up” with were one-off meetings of “new” girls (high school had several thousand enrolled) at parties who were in different social circles. For reasons unknown at the time, I acted much more “alpha” when meeting people I knew were not in my social circle. After a petty night of “romance” the girls would ask around and find out that I’m not one of those guys who “gets it”. Thus the cycle perpetuated. Where I grew up, people are not allowed to reinvent/grow themselves.

Despite being a starter on a regionally-dominant football team at a big school, I could not secure a date to prom, even after two months of asking practically every attractive girl I knew. This did not deter me from going alone. At prom I had a good time, danced with a few girls, and bullshitted with friends about college. When Bethany asked me where my date was, I kept my fake-alpha charm up and mentioned not wanting to offend any of my (non-existent) prior girlfriends.

After a while I mentioned throwing an afterparty at one of my relative’s places. He had a full liquor cabinet there I knew we could raid. Luckily only Bethany and her date agreed to go along with me. I could tell the whole night she wished she were with me instead of my friend, her date. Luckily getting to the afterparty spot was no problem and we quickly begun drinking. The choice was tequila and it soon became a competition to see who could take the most shots between my wimpy friend and his date. After a few shots both gave up as both were feeling quite drunk early.

What happened next really surprised me. She got up, unzipped my pants, and started sucking my soft dick. My buddy, her date, was rolling on the floor laughing at this as he could not believe it. It was my first time getting a blow job. Due to the uncomfortable circumstances, I could not achieve an erection, so her and I elected to go for some privacy in the bathroom. While in the bathroom, she continued to blow me. Before I could get a condom on to fuck her, she puked all over the place. At this point any horniness I had had deteriorated after realizing both her and my friend were so drunk they got sick. Like a proper gentleman I refused her post-puke advances, deciding to take care of both her and my buddy equally in different rooms throughout the night.

The problem came when I heard a loud knock on the front door. It turns out her mom had found out where she was. My relative answered the door and promptly called me down. Acting sober enough, I explained she was upstairs passed out. Her mother walked in to wake her, put her clothes back on, and finally leave. This whole time her mother was swearing she would ground her “for eternity” and kept cursing and exclaiming how much her daughter was in trouble.

Next day my buddy and I laughed at how drunk both she and he got and about what unfolded. After driving him home and calling her to make sure everything was alright, she confirmed and said she was physically fine but in a “lot of trouble” with her parents. Understandably so.

Fast forward a few days and my mother receives a call from our lawyer. Immediately she told me to hide. Within minutes a police cruiser showed up at my front door. My mother informed the officer I was not there and would not answer any questions. There was no warrant…yet.

I came to find out later that day the girl had her back against the wall, facing at least several months of strict grounding as punishment. She pulled out the ultimate female trump card and claimed I had both “drugged” and “raped” her. The mother, believing her “sweet, innocent angel” immediately called the police. To make matters worse, the next day she had gone to a hospital to get a “rape kit” performed, finding semen! Shit got real serious, fast.

Unfortunately for me, on top of being under investigation of rape, I was also getting threatened by “gangsters” at the school which this innocent-looking girl hung out and even fucked with. I had the tires of my car slashed, car paint keyed, hood dented, and one person even threatened to slit my throat with a knife. I had never had to live in fear or look over my shoulder constantly, but I found my life turned upside-down literally overnight.

People would not let me into parties, NO girls would associate with me, many guys stopped hanging out with me, and most everyone in my community were ashamed to even see me in public. I was guilty in 90% of peoples’ minds, even my so-called “close friends” and mentors. I went from hometown hero to pariah.

While getting into a few fights, having to watch my back constantly, HAVING MY PHONE TAPPED BY POLICE, I managed to graduate a few weeks later near the top (.05%) of my class of almost 1000.

Unfortunately while I was away at college the next semester, my mother had made several slanderous remarks around town about the current DA due to not prosecuting my father for “abuse” (made up, but a whole other story) during their divorce, which was happening at the same time as the rape charges. Due to the bad political karma my mother had inflicted, the DA decided, despite being good friends with my father, to prosecute me partially as retribution. To stick the shiv even deeper, he sent a warrant out the week before finals of my first semester of college. Having to do so, I flew back home and turned myself in. Getting booked on the charges almost made me break into tears in jail. Across the screen while getting fingerprinted and mug shot taken, it read:

SEXUAL ASSAULT OF CHILD

I was 18, she 16, at the time of the incident. This legally made me an adult and her a “child”. My lawyer mentioned if I were to get convicted, I would be “front of the line” on the PRISON RAPE TRAIN EXPRESS. Guards often neglect prisoners with such a charge and prison inmates make such criminals their personal sex slaves in US prisons. They are the “lowest of the low”.

Realizing my life would be effectively ruined forever if I got convicted of a crime I did not commit, my father helped me do the impossible. We hired some Mexican friends of ours to locate a criminal syndicate which could both give me a fake “real” Mexican passport, along with all the required state documents, while smuggling me into Mexico to start a “new life”. I remember sitting in tears during the meeting. Had I sacrificed so much time and effort working my ass off both in school and athletics to have to flee the country as a fugitive, giving up my US citizenship to become a stranded “Mexican” with only the clothes on my back, never able to return home the rest of my life?

Two DNA tests and two years later, the results come back negative to the sperm found in her vagina during the “rape kit” test. Police, in negligence, failed to pursue the “rapist at large”. In a sane world I could have sued them. The whole ordeal was a hit on me due to a combination of a feminized criminal “justice” system and the typical short-sighted arrogance of a woman trying to fuck over her husband in a divorce in the worst way possible (my mother).

That semester I failed two courses with high D grades due to not being present for our last mandatory test. No excuses were given by the teachers of the weed-out courses, even after telling them the story. The heartache and pain continued and still does to this day. During this whole ordeal I would go days of having similar nightmares EVERY SINGLE NIGHT of being beaten, stuck, and even raped in prison. Every day I wondered if it was the day in which I will be summoned again by a warrant or subpoena to potentially never see the free world again. All because some slut wanted to get out of getting grounded in youth.

Due to “rape shield” laws no testimony was ever allowed about Bethany’s character. Fortunately for me, at the time, I was still a virgin (oh, the irony!) and was a typical goodie two-shoes during my entire high school career.

Just this past week, although rare, I experienced another bad dream about being locked in prison for many years for the same “crime” it was alleged I committed many years ago.

I will never receive any sympathy from non-family members. Never will I receive any monetary damages from my “lost semester” at college following high school or the intense psychological trauma I went through and had to work out on my own, in secret. Never will the newspaper run a story about my innocence and apologize for attempting to ruin my and my family’s name. Never will those who believed I raped her ever believe my innocence, even though proven in feminized “justice” system. Never will I ever feel sorry for any girl crying “rape”, no matter how real it seems. Never will I not defend my fellow man by default when it is alleged they wronged a woman in any way. Never will that girl, her mother, or family say she is sorry for a casual lie that almost ruined my life. As a man in the USA, the only sexual right I have is to jerk myself off, as anything consensual with a female can be changed after the fact. All in all, the ordeal made me an extremely strong person. Adversities such as not being able to get a job after college were a walk in the park compared to what I went through. Luckily I ended up meeting a great girl right away in college, dating her for two years before realizing I needed to sow my oats and fucking several dozen hot college girls by the time I entered the work force.

Another advantage was it formally shattered my old “beta”/”blue-pill” self. I had worked my ass off for many years to end up getting shat upon socially without ever getting any pussy. All that old “gentleman” stuff went out the window when I went off to college.

I feel like I am playing with fire by not video recording every sexual encounter I have with a woman these days. When playing with women in Western society we are literally playing with a wild animal that, on a whim, can flip your world overnight. Many men can back this up via “trap pregnancy” stories, “domestic violence” accusations, no-fault divorce, and, worst of all, “rape” accusations.

After much thinking and meditating, I have realized that I love men at a much higher level than I could ever love a woman, for many reasons. We men are too often islands but need to stick together like a union. Females do it naturally. It is time for men to look past their sexual needs, no matter how horny, and know deep in their hearts they should never throw any male under the bus for a woman. We must unite. For too long gynocentricism has tainted the power and abilities of men across the world. With our radically-advancing technology, hopefully we can become “higher” beings than our base animal meat bodies.

Never let their system crush you, my brothers.