<div dir="ltr">Maybe I didn't give enough details about the incident. There was no easy way for me to get up once he was behind me. Not to mention the fact that he had a needle in his hand that prevented me from wanting to make any sudden movements. Let me say it again, he began to unzip my pants while I was in that vulnerable position as if he had my consent to do so, and didn't stop unzipping nor did he respond when I screamed in a very terrified manner, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I was in shock as to what was happening, as well as petrified of the sharp object already in his hand, so it took me a moment to finally be able to jerk away from him before he did anything else to me without my consent. And if I hadn't jerked away I do believe that it wouldn't have been the medicinal needle going into my buttocks, but instead something else entering my anal orifice. I'm sorry, but I don't see once where I say he ever ended up helping me. It was someone else within the space who did that. It may be drama, but it's kind of a SERIOUS fucking issue that should be dealt with. And the fact that nothing is being done but "mediation", makes me seriously disgusted by a space that has so much potential to be awesome. <br>
<div class="gmail_extra"><br><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Sun, Jun 23, 2013 at 12:26 AM, Lee Sonko <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:lee@lee.org" target="_blank">lee@lee.org</a>></span> wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex">
<div dir="ltr"><div class="im"><div>>WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?</div><div><br></div></div>You asked him to help you. He did.<div>You asked him to stop. He did.</div><div>All the rest is misunderstanding and [drama].<br>
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<br></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br></div><div class="gmail_extra">I suppose it's time to get back to excellence and hacking.</div><div class="gmail_extra"><br></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br></div><div class="gmail_extra">
<br></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br></div><div class="gmail_extra">In your own words:<div class="im"><br><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Mon, Jun 17, 2013 at 12:46 PM, Lillian Fleurs <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:lillian.fleurs@gmail.com" target="_blank">lillian.fleurs@gmail.com</a>></span> wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0px 0px 0px 0.8ex;border-left-width:1px;border-left-color:rgb(204,204,204);border-left-style:solid;padding-left:1ex"><div dir="ltr">You tried to unzip my pants for me, that's what initially made me uncomfortable. You reached around my body, putting your hands very near my genitals and began to unzip my pants for me. That's when I tensed up and asked you what the fuck you were doing. You made me far too tense and uncomfortable to receive a shot from you. It also wasn't until Kim came into the room offering you weed that you actually left. Dante was not in the room when it happened, it was only you and I. However Dante did see my fear, shock and discomfort after the incident. And it was Dante who helped calm me down enough to be able to receive my estrogen injection. <br>
<br>The email I sent to Tony, which was later sent to Liz is word for word what happened. Below is a screenshot.<br><br><img src="cid:ii_13f53a92ac58de7c" alt="Inline image 1" width="1012" height="519"><br><br><br></div>
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