Most of the member of the Adamas Nu Omega assumed that I’m still one of their founders. This was true when i was in the group during my school days. But this time around i don’t have to be involved... it is because i QUIT already from the said organization.
My mother asks me to leave after a failed assault to neutralize my life. I don’t know who where those assailant but i suspect it was from Malic after i refused to surrender my virginity into him. Oh, and I think he may have rape me that time.
This isn’t an accusation I throw out lightly and it wasn’t a realization that I came out to easily. Obviously. I haven’t really talked much about it from anybody except from a request by someone. How i do tell about something that Iaren’t sure even tho who believed me?
At first I have no idea who where those people who chat me in the internet until someone meet me in France. The first time i meet those guys i felt comfortable and tell them my sad story although all subsequent information were confidential. I only need to ask them to keep me in secret whatever happens.
The particular episode of my story was my experience of how Malic molested me inside a hotel. This was probably because i went with him inside which he told me to escape from someone who attacks us. I remember that after i run outside from the Recto hotel i immediately call my friend to fetch me up and take taxi towards Blumintrit area however one of my friend remain at nearby Recto restaurant. My friend reaches us information that Malic arrived in the same restaurant with five people who attack on me on that same day and they order drinks and talk. My friends immediately leave the area. Suffice to say, Malic wants to use me and blackmail me. I tell this to Edwin.
I’ve been an insomniac on-and-off after the incident and I’ve always had nightmares. Not run-of-the-mill nightmares (I have those too) but intense, straight-from-real-life vivid night terrors. These night terrors followed me into France until i engaged with therapy. I have maybe so many decades, often prompted by something that forces me to bring this story back to into my subconscious. A lot of these nightmares are about my experience into the ANΩfraternity.
I had a terrible nightmare one night when I was staying at home for a weekend. I don’t remember what it was about. What I remember is that I walked downstairs from the main building in our university, and found my brother in frat and a classmate who was killed by an icepick; i burst into hysterical tears after i remember the incident. I blurted out. My mother asked me to leave and quit from that organization and advice me to move out of the country which i did it.
One more story, actually. This one came later, when I meet bro Wilson, Lace and MJ here in France and they told me that Malic are calling their attention to revive the ANΩfaraternity, and they had told me to come and join with Malic. I called up Edwin and let him explain why i don’t need them. So when bro wilson start blogging the ANΩ history, Malic is much more interested and have been sending information to let bro wilson write the whole story but suddenly the son of malic start disturbing the sites because he was angry that this organization was the cause where his mother become addicted with men's. Malic Tagoranao Sr was scared if his son disclose the whole secret of the family. Further bro wilson refused to send financial support to the organization and start cutting communications with Malic. I was amaze by the latest incident when Malic maligned bro wilson and the rest of ANΩ Feati members who quit from the said fraternity. Malic called us “termites,” Mario Lopez laugh.
Yes I’m one of a founder... but for many reason, they must strike my name out of that organization. It is enough,,,, and enough to be understood why i doesn't allow everybody to expose my true identity. I’m actually surprised by the latest behaviour of Malic. I came across to my friend fb and they share their passwords on me. Malic is insane!
We have always been resistant by the abuse of this terrorist gay...
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