My marriage was a sham. It was also a shame. I think I was "Bettlejuice'd" into a situation that seemed "insescapable", but I escaped. On our wedding day, my wife "Kaitlin Murphy Nelson" aka "Kaitlin Murphy Culp" called me "gay". I didn't understand what she was talking about, because I'd only ever known her as a woman.
In hindsight, I think she might have been some kind of trans, experiment, made by her father (who might have been my Uncle Blaine...who I think should be murdered) in some kind of a "The Island Of Dr. Moreau" experiment. I married my EX-WIFE in 2011, and we were officially DIVORCED in January of 2013.
I was born in "The Bay Area" between Oakland and San Fransisco in Eden Hospital and we lived in the apartment where my family and I were until I was 2 years old...OR SO I'VE BEEN TOLD.
When I was 2 or 3, we lived in Reno, Nevada. I remember spending some time with a girl named Christina Domino (I'm not sure of the spelling of her name), and one time when we were done hanging out and holding hands my mom said that I had a new friend and I said "Not my FRIEND, Mom...my GIRLFRIEND." I think this was probably the first time I'd expressed an interest in girls...women...females...those who were born with a vagina and all of the physical components required to get impregnated and bear children. Soon after that, my family moved us to a different house in Reno, where I had an argument with a grown woman. The basis of that argument was that "Boys are stronger than girls." Somehow, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was attracted to this grown woman (who reminded me a Lori Laughlin from the TV show "Full House", who I was very attracted to at a young age). She proceeded to lift me up by both hands and swing me around in a circle, which I loved.
I've been hearing voices, recently, as I've described in previous posts. I had an appointment with a psychiatrist, who I told that I'd been hearing voices, and he told me that I didn't need medication and that I didn't need a second appointment with him. GREAT! I'm sane, and I know I'm sane, because I know that the voices I've been hearing (where I can't see the bodies from which the voices are emanating) are real. I think there is a cadre of people trying to confuse me and annoy me...to the point where when I hear their voices, I can ignore them.
There's a film called "A Beautiful Mind", where a college student "has schizophrenia" (a "disease" which I think can be explained by a blog post I posted TWO POSTS AGO), where the person "suffering" from "schizophrenia" learns to ignore the voices he's been hearing, and he earns a degree.
Something tells me that I've been in some kind of an "observation deck", where I've been talking to people I see and hear, and the cameras pointed at me have been placing me in some kind of an abandoned facility where "there is nobody else here except for me".
If this is the case...TELL ME!
Send me a letter via The UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE addressed to:
DOUG CULP
1000 NORTH ALHAMBRA AVENUE
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90012
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