Sex With A Man

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Hi, my name is Cherith Joelle Gjestland, I am not the President of the United States, nor have I ever pretended to be so, or ever believed so.  It is absurd.  It is mind-boggling.  The people of the United States voted already.  He needs to remain.  There are voting laws and protections in place for the people.

Because I am sick of reading about this story, I worked with a person’s mother who was elected.  I cannot allow this story to go any further, I have my reasons.

I do not know why I am continually having to write this story before someone finally takes action to stop it.  It is a weight problem.  It is being asked of me to live on water alone, A Hunger strike, Assassin’s Creed.  It is being asked of me to take diet pills, Death at A Funeral.  Will someone please listen and read before more destruction and harm is done?!  Please do the work on your own.  I am not able to write what needs to be done here for security reasons.

Perhaps some people do not the reasons behind this.  I am not allowed to turn in the left-hand lane at the light.  I have been told to only use the right lane – frustration free.  I am not allowed to put Gator Ford on the right – because of pressure cooking.

Whatever they have done in my body, this is a terribleness.  They send pain into my hands similar to blood pooling, pins and needles in my hands just to have control over my body.  Are you reading this?!

Things I Used to Be Able to Do Before I Had Sex with A Man in This House

  1. Leave my house at whatever time I choose without having traffic problems.
  2. Wear whatever clothes I want to.
  3. Buy whatever products I like.
  4. Wear my hair however I want.
  5. Choose the color and length of my own hair.
  6. Choose my employment or employer.
  7. Chew gum.
  8. Wear makeup.
  9. Have sex with men in the flesh.
  10. Run outside.
  11. Run during the daylight.
  12. Be outside.
  13. Go to the beach.
  14. Get a tan.
  15. Save money.
  16. Plan my life and future how I want.
  17. Have friends.
  18. Because I had sex with a man, because I loved my mother most I was denied being with her at her death, or her funeral, or to be with her at the nursing home because she was replaced with actors in disguise.
  19. Does Cherith like this, then we must take it away from her and never let her have it again. This has been my life.
  20. Feelings for David.
  21. Feelings for any man I have found attractive since.
  22. Tuesday and Thursday were purposefully and willfully removed because of it.
  23. Years of my life gone because I had sex with a man.
  24. Artwork on her walls.
  25. They made my salads heavy because I saw a photo of a man with glasses and a beard.
  26. They made my Sangria heavy because they don’t like Murphy.
  27. They have out sun damage and sun spots in soap because of my name.
  28. They wanted me to change my name because of its definition.
  29. They took away my house.

Read this.  It is more serious than you’ve realized.

The Chronological Order of Things

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The Chronological Order of Things

My mother had conveyed a message to me after I moved back home about not travelling alone.  There was something back in her mind, probably because of people she had spoken with, that told me problem, not safe alone.  However, all that did was place me in the position when I travelled of taking care of others.  I would have had more experiences had I travelled on my own, I would have met more people.  I would have met more men.

This package delivered to my door, I do not appreciate the disguise.  She is a terrible teacher.  I will say nothing more.

Time Order:

Dachau, Germany.  God told me about the people and what happened in the crematorium.

I looked at an older photograph of my boyfriend, I was talking with him.  I said he looked happy in the photo.  He tried to disagree with me by telling me, how could he be happy when he was flipping off the camera.  He was happy though.  Beyond the gesture.  I was eighteen years old.  I was correct.  No one trained me.

I had a conversation with a man about the movie, Sneakers.  It unnerved him.  As if I was talking to him when I shouldn’t know.  He tried to get me on another movie, The Last of The Mohicans.  I will have nothing more with this connection.  I have my reasons.

If you like theories, and this is just a theory since I do not have unhindered access to information like the rest of the world.  It was nothing more than selfishness that took me away from The World of Coke.  It is only about Coke.  Selfishness to do so.  JonBenet Ramsey, I never believed or bought into this story.  How could I?  What law enforcement officer, what policemen answers a call without his belt and gun eating a doughnut?

It was an accident.  As I see it, and like I said it is just a theory.  He did bring her down to their basement, but the skull injury is an accident and the rest happened afterward.  Because what he wanted to do, he could not do anymore because she was dead.  His thinking is not cohesive or organized.  This is not code or direction.  I am thinking that’s all.  It was one man; the family was not involved.  How could they be?  It is only a theory.

The police involved, its ignorance.  It is purposeful and willful against the family because of their money and nothing more.

Thinking about it its gross.  Mishandling?!  It is more than mishandling.  It is abuse of power.  They answered the call without their belt and gun, so they could leave doughnut crumbs on their floor.

Murphy, Maurice and Lambert are all excited about the flowers.  They are trying to eat them.  Lambert thinks they’re his.  Murphy wants to be Involved.  Maurice, he wants to participate too.  What are these?  Do we eat these?

However, I and my mind are dealing with bigger things at the moment.  Loaded with heaviness for selfish reasons.  There will be no Coffee and Breakfast today.

I want to know why I paid and was given products to make me bald.  I want to know why Amazon gave me products to make me bald.  I want to know why.  Because the only reason I am able to think a corporation would allow such behaviors would be to start a war or destroy the businesses and companies this concerns.

If you haven’t been paying attention, I am not paying attention to any of you for food or purchase reasons.  Why would I?  Did you forget what I am capable of?  I didn’t.

I want to know why.

In This Building

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SERIOUS READERS ONLY!

Who was in the building Friday morning?  It was being asked of me, and so I did.

I am pretty sure this is against policy.  I’ve waited more than several minutes to make sure.  There has been enough attention.  There are several attempts in the process perhaps because of something I wrote.  In the next few days.

I close my eyes to think.  Some appointments will be ok if they never happen.

The Ball Is in Motion: Perhaps This Will Get It Done

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I, Cherith Joelle Gjestland, am the only holder and authorized user of my house key and my home.  If you believed otherwise, you are mistaken.

Hit in the nose although there was no threat in sight is yet another reason for the disclaimer.  Perhaps people believed what they heard was about them, they were wrong.  Yet, again.  Very specific and few people know and understood the reason for my language.  They are the only ones that need to know.  Because I am most sincerely correct.  I am well over being nice as more hair comes out from my scalp against my will.  I will have no more excuses.  I will have no more excuses for such behavior.

You should feel so ashamed for your cruelty and pettiness.

It is not a crime to be gay.  It is not a crime to be a homosexual.  It is not a crime to have sex with consenting adults.  It is a crime to use such information to blackmail, coerce, create damage, heartbreak, hurt, and family tensions against my brother.  It is a crime if these were off-duty law enforcement officers who used such information to coerce my brother.  It is a crime if it was private individuals who used such information to coerce my brother.  It is sick and disgusting.  It is sick and disgusting if this was done in 2018.  It is sick and disgusting if it was done in the 90’s.

I never believed in the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell motto of the military.  Be sure to read carefully, I am not writing against any administration or institution.  I am writing that I knew it would not work, or be effective, or the correct course of action.  I spoke about to many people at the time.

It is not a crime to be gay, nor is it a crime to be straight.

It is a crime to make by unnaturally ways a person, that is me, Cherith, to wear diapers, or only certain underwear, or to create rules that go against a person’s nature, thought-process, or such idiocies of control based on what underpants I sleep in.

My brother’s car accident.  My mother’s car accident in Florida.  I no longer believe were accidents.  Has no one investigated the insurance claims and connections to shady persons who would have worked under the table to create claims?  And, why not?

Spent today.  It took me until now to write because that was a long day for me.  Six hours without a break, and I was working every minute of it.  Gave him a bath, now I expect him to stay that way.

Make sure you know that paragraph is very good as it is.  There is nothing to add or take away from it.  Because he flew this and asked it of me, No, I am still not well.  There is no food writing yet.  I do hope you know how very much you are liked by others.  I have seen it nearly every day since.

I don’t understand why we all must suffer for the dishonesty of some people.  Do they not, cannot they not use their influence and connections for the greater good, or are we all doomed to continue battling numbers that are nothing in the end.  When all is said and done, if the world were to end in a moment, would this number scale have been worth it?  There is something greater.  Creating a pretend copy after a movie or television only belittles the people, persons, work, art, and appreciation for the creative mind and minds.  I call for it to end.

I know there is an eagerness to get this read, there is a change of scenery that is needed.  Do you realize working in this way amounts to endless tours of duty?  This head work should not be competing with any other entities.  This is one of the causes for the delay in this read.

I made a communication-connection for two people to read on purpose.  At The Container Store, there was an employee who was gay, his name was Ray, he was in a car accident while employed at The Container Store.

The severity of another problem that I see is of such an extremeness I am not sure I will be able to write with enough description and emphasis.  These years from April 2014 until now are because I had sex with a man.  It was designed many years previously.  My belly button they turned into a doughnut shape of fat, on purpose.  They moved fat from other parts of my stomach creating a doughnut shape around my belly button that used to be of belly button shape is now a frowning smile.  When I had sex with that man after my surgery, the vagina to penis sex was painful, and not fully penetrable.  I went to my doctor afterwards, she was of no help.

What man would want me now if I am not able to satisfy his sexual needs?  Read carefully, the vaginal entry has been comprised.  I believe the true purpose and reason for the disguise and disguising the man was for the purpose of making such damage, anger, and hurt, I would never want to have vagina-penis intercourse again.  The purpose for making me live by hands alone.

Do not believe this printing of, Look Mom no hands.  It is not true.  It is just another excuse.

It is extremely humiliating to write this.

They damaged every friendship I had because I was flirting with men, I was dating men, I was kissing men, I was having sex with men, not hanging out with the girls.

I do not believe I am able write the depth of perverse attachments of such an emotional level that will, if not checked and taken care of immediately will be…you need to read and listen to me.

This is not enough, however…

Make Sure the Seasoning Is Correct

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Make sure the seasoning is correct.  It is salt and pepper for flavor on food.  It is all about the flavor on the tongue.  Tongues, mouths, they are not sinister or bad.  Being orally-fixated as I am is not wrong, or a problem that must change.  I used to be able to wear my mouth naturally.  Usually it was slightly askew.  I believe it was a thinking place for me, a tethering position of the brain because then I can do other things with my eyes.  Only brain-thinkers might truly get that.  It is one reason I enjoyed gum.  Gum makes no noise.

He will be a very lucky man whenever I get to be with him in the flesh.  He will need to buy stock in water and hydration products in order to keep going.  No joke.

For the Love of God

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For the Love of God

Do not get confused in thinking that you are able, capable, or worthy of being in the room with me.  I am using what I have available to me because it is more important to be able to see beyond editing, to know he’s are in agreement with me about me being correct in knowing my sexual orientation and wanting it to stay straight unable to want anything other than the inner truth, for the world is a better place when I am able to see all of it.

Hey, Shit for Brains

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Because sometimes strong language is what’s needed to get the point across.  This internal betrayal came under scrutiny because I knew and was aware of impending danger and dangers that were being planned and formed – live, while it was happening.  Immediately, I was made beyond excessive force to try and believe otherwise for the safety and security of my job and employment when I knew I was correct.

What I have done is not entertainment, I quite literally saved people and the world from grave harm.  I was not alone.  For if others had not responded with immediacy when informed, today, this moment, being able to read my work would quite possibly not be here.  I might not be here.  You might not be here.  None of us might not be here.  None.  Think about that.  Take a moment, let that sink in, this is of an extreme serious nature, this gross misjustice.

Because my work did not involve or include a group of people, persons, management, and leadership they tried beyond excessive force to turn the truth into a fallacy.

It is more than beyond a gross misuse, misjustice, and mishandling of information, and me.  A very serious misjustice.  A very serious misuse.  A very, very serious mishandling.

It takes a truly disgusting person to take away from me my credentials, my authority, my beliefs, my well of truth, my victories, my position, and my nature.

I need you to think this through very, very carefully.  Because if you do not remove this immediately there is going to be nothing but bad and badness well past the ending. I cannot stress this enough.  Think very, very carefully.  Because it is happening as I write this.

Corporations are at risk, reputations are at risk, lives are at risk.  And, I have not seen nearly enough of a response to the correcting of it all.

Keep It Straight, Stupid

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Correction: I did understand the purpose of the man I saw, I am specifically not writing about some details on purpose.  It was the role of the media that caused and made significant damage to the investigation of a serial killer.  It was not about freedom of the press, or freedom of speech.  The story grew out of control allowing for panic and fear to take over when if the media had been properly handled, managed, dealt with there might not have been as many killings as there were.  This is a huge point.  One that is of the utmost seriousness.  Because there are people still about who do not have the proper training, the proper credentials, the proper authority, the proper agenda, the proper motives, the proper ideas, the proper values, the proper input, the proper wherewithal.  Again, this is a very serious matter.

For security purposes, I think and believe it is best to not re-use people.  One person should only be allowed to be one person’s proxy, and not be used by several and multiple people.  It is a damaging process in allowing such interference.  Reputations, names, countries are at risk by allowing such practices.  I want it to stop.  For security, it is not possible for some people to just hop in and out.  For security.  Very, very, very important.  I do not – I see a happening, an idea forming in people’s minds thinking they can and should play war games.  This is real.  This is a very big deal to me.  Very big.  I am not able to stress this enough.  I do not want, nor will I allow certain very important people to have their lives ruined at the best.  Crucial.  Seriously crucial.  Of the utmost importance.

I am aware that there are more than several high-profile, important, wealthy people and businessmen who have said and told people I should be given what I am asking for.  Nearly regardless of what I ask for it should be given to me.  For reasons I do not have to discuss.  This is also a very big, serious matter that has not been handled correctly or at all.

Let it be known, I will not be re-parking my car at work.  I am not a woman wanting to be disguised as a man.

Also, hard-armwood, it is the football and sports connection that has yet to be properly corrected.  Until then, I must cease.  I do not want it to be misunderstood or construed as involvement with the current sports connection.  It needs to be properly corrected, affirmative.  Notice, that is not a question mark.  The best start for this will be with the left foot.

Please stop being careless.  GI’s do not apologize.

Make certain you understand I will always love David.  I have written this more than once.  When you love someone it never goes away.  However, I will never be able to be in love with him.  It is the risk he took with whatever the fuck that was.  A dating experiment?  To see if they could create another show?  I will never believe it was a test of any kind, not at all.  Everyone who has known me, monitored me, spied on me, watched me, knows better than that.  There was no evidence of any sort on my part of any misconduct.  None.  Remember they’ve had listening devices and hidden cameras in my homes for decades.  To say their conduct is illegal is one thing, it is so immoral.  I am beyond words.  To know that David was also involved in this behavior damages any hope of speaking or any reconciliation at all.

Again, there has been no purpose in these hand years.  Because a person does not become gay or want the same sex just because a great man will no longer be available or no longer be great to me.  I write this because they wanted me to write that David believed I was gay.  They wanted to use me to pick a fight with David.  He knew me better than that.  They made me upset at work about it, making me think about it using mind control.  It is so hurtful.  I had God moments with David.  I will never want a woman to replace him.  It will always be a man that will be in my life.  To think, create, cause, and do otherwise is beyond dumb.

I am no longer going to be providing a diary, or details of my life to be investigated to prove that I am correct.  It is more than about time that – they, every person, come forward, be forth coming, and confess.

I have a theory.  A theory about my brother and his involvement.  I believe he was paid for information and details.  I believe he was blackmailed.  They must have had something involving him in such a way.  It might take him a while to work through those memories, but when my surgery was discussed he was off.  I could not understand it.  He was worried, concerned, fearful.  I saw him looking in his mind at conversations and details he had shared.  I believe he sent them to an email address that could have been read by several people.  He had people he messaged through his phone.  But, the surgery was a worry for him.  He looked like a man who had gone too far and did not know who to trust, how to get help, how to break off communications, and stop the process.  Do not be confused, I do not believe he did or said anything intentionally.  I believe after the surgery was brought about he wondered how it could be used or misconstrued.  I do not believe for a moment my brother ever said or believed I was gay.  He was trying to figure out what they had planned.  What they were doing and what they were going to do.

He was nervous on the day of the operation.  One person was extremely nervous who was with me before I went into surgery.  I was not able to understand that reaction as well.  I almost asked her to leave it was so disrupting.  I have not lied, nor never lied about wanting children, having a family, and getting married.  It is all I wanted after taking care of my mother.  My time for struggling, living like a teen-ager, and wanting to pursue acting, film, or singing was over.  I wanted a man to love.  I wanted a home with him.  My time felt short, at times it still feels short.  Half of my life is gone.  I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving and being loved by a man.

Two things, my brother helped me with.  We both tried to get a divorce for my mother from our father.  Power of Attorney over my mother was needed for her to go to a nursing home.  For reasons I will not share, I believed my brother should have Power of Attorney for my mother.  Had I known that my brother was working with other parties, I would not have allowed it, not for a moment would I have allowed it.  The divorce the attorney could not help with.  I believe it is because they needed my father’s income somehow.  Somehow, they were able to siphon off money not just from my mother and father, I believe they used money I lent to my brother as a startup cost of some sort, or to be used somehow.  I loaned a lot of money to my brother, who had been a professor at a University, when he returned home, he had an unusual amount of debt considering his job, income, housing, and spending.  Unusual.  The attorney my brother went through also did adoptions.  They were not Russian, or a Russian lawyer.  I am not sure any of it was legal anymore.

For my brother it would seems as though it was coming from a good place that it was going to be a good thing.  When it was not.

My surgery I believe, beyond not allowing my lineage to continue, also disfigured me.  My stomach has never been the same since the surgery.  I used to do almost 200 sit-ups and crunches a day, I worked-out, I ran, and I was never able, have never been able to lose my belly.  It is a round bulge on the front that regardless of how much weight I’ve lost does not go down and flat.  I believe not only did they take out my organs, they placed fat, they rearranged fatty tissue and placed it on purpose on the front of my stomach.  It is malicious.  There is no connection to the muscle below my skin around my belly button.  None.  It is lop-sided.  One side sticks out more than the other.  It is with malicious intent not only to remove my reproductive organs, but to create an unnatural stomach and belly.  Why would a person or any person do such a thing?  It is cruel.

I surprise and impress people every day with how well and accurate I am with my skills.  Yesterday, while going through some work, I saw that a woman was dead.  The image had been altered and edited, the details I will leave out, no one needs to know everything, I knew from looking at the photograph that she was already dead and had been for some time.  I heard him in my head, impressed.  Almost remarkable.  I do it all the time.  This one is missing but is dead.  This one is still missing.  This one has been abused and it is horrible.  On and on.  I am not alone in this.  There are many people who have this skill and ability.

Do not be fooled, they have not trained me to be able to do these things.  How many more examples must I write that happened before any of these scripts took place?

God dammit, tonight they wanted to know why something had taken so long for an answer.  It is something that I am able to dismiss, set aside, ignore, whatever helps you see it in your head.  If I am not asked properly and in the proper manner, or asked the question at all, most likely I will not answer it.

I am not interested in giving specifics on my cats when I am asked.  I have my reasons.  You need to stop asking me, being involved, and causing problems where there should be none.

Do not forget, I am the only person with the key.

Blow Jobs, I want to know why you allow this to continue.  You allow for them to deliver damaged products that will harm me, inflate me, make me sick, or worse.  These are products and brands from companies with reputations including Amazon.  So, I want to know why you would allow them to, for instance, deliver gum that will blow up like a balloon when chewed, or hair dye or hair spray or shampoo that will cause my hair to break or my hair to be removed from the scalp, or adult beverages that will sedate me or make me sick.  Why do you allow this to continue?!  Because it could be considered negligence.  Not to mention the damage it will cause on the reputation of these companies.  Many companies are involved.

Blow Jobs, why is it that it is my job to first be a human experimentation of products to then complain about so that it gets written about?  Why is it not the other way around?

A brand of cat-litter that I used to use before, I bought because it did the best job for me, my wants, and my cats.  I was made to stop and change to a different brand because it used walnut shells instead.  Walnut shells being a food that you do not eat.  Why was I made to change what worked for me before?