CONFESSIONS OF A SERIAL RAPIST:

{Birdy Note: I've been getting a lot of Flak from this Article, Let me stress this, the person making this Confession IS STILL IN PRISON!! These words were taken from a letter that I received, from him, verbatim (word-for-word)! He is a convicted Rapist, serving the remainder of his life at the Washington State Penitentiary, Walla Walla, WA.}

      I started in my sex education around 1960, when as a young boy I helped a neighborhood girl remove her pants to see. Though we were young and really didn't know it yet, several things became quite clear, boys and girls have nothing in common. I was 11 then, by the ripe age of 14 I had forced this same girl into sexual intercourse, under threat of telling her dad about her habit of smoking at school and flirting with all the boys. Her screams more than the act itself. Her family refused to press charges. As I think back to that time, it would have changed my life style had I ended up in reform school, instead of telling my dad that we were experimenting, and getting my ass kicked by him.

      In 1967, I joined the army cause I could not take dads drinking habits and always bringing home these women for sex, mom, of course objected but let it happen. I ended up going to Viet Nam in 1968, I was 18 when I killed my first slant eye, during my tour of duty there, rape was a common practice; stick your dick into anything that made you feel good, and it really didn't matter the age of the girl, hell, I've seen girls as young as 12 get gang raped by 8 or even 10 people, I really didn't get off on that. But as a routine any 'villages' that we came across on a patrol, I usually went for the older women, say in their mid-to-late 40's but in a pinch I'd even do grandma, and again it was their resistance that turned me on more than the act itself, the longer the act the more she screamed!

      I returned to the States in 1971, after three tours of duty, and stayed clean for about 7 months before the urge came back in full force. I was in San Diego, when in August 1971, I spotted a slant-eyes little 40'ish bitch going down an alley way at a fast trot. I caught up with her just as she almost made it to the end, she fought like an unleashed tiger (I really enjoyed that one, she fought like a tiger possessed), and I raped her anyway, she never screamed so it really didn't satisfy the urges. But she used anything at hand to hit me with, she bit me, scratched and kicked, but still got raped. The act only lasted maybe 4 minutes, cause I thought someone was waiting for her to be somewhere, so she was a 'quicky.'

      Soon it became apparent that I could not control my urges, and though I was brought up to be a Christian, I was the devil himself, possessed by my sex drive to see if I can rape myself into the history books.

      I've always had a preference of short, Asian women, with long silky black hair, small boobs, and in their 40's (in later years it was just the long black hair that turned me on). I'd always check out the public bathrooms, situated at a park or somewhere a little secluded, like the one holer at the end of a trail, you know the type, usually blue or green, sometimes brown. I'd stake one out, sometimes for days, until a lady or girl with black hair would want to use it. I really didn't care if she was with someone or not, if there was a man present, I'd wait, but another lady, that’s just double the fun. One lone jogger or hiker, stopping to relieve herself usually got pinched by me. I'd wait until she got in there and come around looking up and down the trail to see if there was anyone else, if there were others then I would gauge the distance and figure out if I had the time to do that; if there was no one, then I would get hard, pull it out and stand at the door waiting for her to get done.

      Lady's are a strange creature of habit. She would do her thing, and on opening the door would look quickly at the face then at the hard dick hanging out the pants, by the time she realized what was going to happen it was too late, I'd grab her by the hair, pushing her backwards - back into the portable potty, while pulling at her jeans, or shorts, or even lifting her skirt. The realization of what was happening to her, usually takes about 10 to 12 seconds, and by that time I was usually entering the hole or trying to get dick into her. Yah they scream and try to shove me out, but that screaming only helped me to want to make them feel more pain. In these rapes, the act was oh so much more enjoyable, the screaming was intense, and it was worth the wait. One of these types of rapes could curb my urges for at least a month or more. Even today, more than 35+ years have past, and I can still jack-off to many of those types of attacks.

      I've raped people as old as 80 and as young 9! Though the little ones were just to show their mothers that I can get at her kids as well. And Grandma was such a bitch I did her just to shut her up!

      Though I've been convicted of 49 rapes, I've committed around 290, or so, additional rapes in the past 35+ years. The State gave me, Life without Parole, big deal, I'm in my mid-Sixties now, and don't have too much longer to live, so a life sentence is nothing.

      One of the things that I need to mention here is this: During all my crimes, I was a respectable man in the community, went to church, taught junior basketball at the local junior high school, and volunteered at the senior center. I was married with three grown daughters, and one teenage son. I was so normal, that my outer coat was impeccable, not even a parking ticket. My kids and my wife didn't know that Daddy's field trips were a hunt for victims. Inside the family circle I was a fun-loving, respected neighbor to all who knew me, on my field trips, I was a fiend, the devil incarnate, would go to great lengths to get my sex fix. I even went into a Hospital Room and raped a person that I found out was in hospital care due to another rape, somebody else got her first. Crying shame that one, as she was my undoing. She remembered all the gory detains and made a statement that allowed the bobbies to connect all the dots. And the DNA sample that I had left was connected to several previous victims. I found out that I was a wanted man, on yet another field trip, I just happened to be watching the local news and seen my picture flashed on the screen "wanted in connection with several sexual assaults." Boy did that come as a shock, even though the picture was 10 years old, I knew I was screwed. I left the Hotel Room where I was staying and headed for the State line, hoping that they would leave me alone, now instead of me being the hunter, I was the prey and was being hunted.

      Knowing that someday this would happen, I had emergency escape plants in place. What I did not count on was my wife of 30+ years telling the bobbies all the places that I would go on my field trips, and the sheer tenacity of the local yokels in tracking down all the autos that I owned. So, when I pulled into the yard of a secret house, I was welcomed by the locals with open arms and some new jewelry. After my arrest, people came forward for places both far and near to make complaints that I had done this or had done that, many of their stories were quite fantastic, and the details would make anyone blush, which were told in such a manner that the tellers should be ashamed of themselves. If I did everything that people said I did, I would be well over a thousand years old!

      I found out later that pieces of my house would suddenly vanish, people would take them for souvenirs. The community and even my own family turned against me, which I expected. My wife and I divorced the first week of my trial, which was standing room only, in the end I just plead guilty to all 49 rapes just to get on with it.

      Prison life isn't so bad, there are young kids in her that need to be taught a lesson in life or two. The problem is, of course, that after you get told on once, you end up in solitary confinement for a while. I've been in solitary now for going on three years, but that s okay, I have my memories that I can get it up and shoot off on. I will always have my memories.

    I have been asked to give some tips on avoiding monsters like me.      

   There is only one that I will tell you, don't e-v-e-r meet me!

      Have a Nice Day!!

[This Article is being reposted due to the amount of Flak that I have been getting from Family, Friends, and Friends or Friends; and those who want to accuse me of being this Rapist, can go f*ck themselves! - Birdy]