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Happy Birthday!

to our alcoholic blonde who got his toes suckled by a toothless man, would wear yellow eye contacts to be as powerful as emperor palpatine from star wars, fucked organs and loved budweiser, was a necrophile, preserved dicks, and jerked his meat left and right every single day to gay pornography. ♡ Rest In Peace, Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, thank god you're out of the fucking streets unc!!! hell no

yall can we just take a sec to appreciate pat kennedy’s jeff thirst?

“as we rode the elevator i observed that he was indeed a good-looking man. he carried his muscular build well on his six foot one inch frame and when freshly coifed he presented a handsome figure. no wonder he had so much luck meeting and picking up men”

“we have it on good facts that he was considered somewhat of a  h o n e y  in the gay community…that people found him attractive. several people told us that he was the kind of guy that you wanted to take care of, you wanted to baby.”

📝 jeff and the mannequin:

in 1984, jeff was walking through southbridge when a mannequin in the boston store window caught his eye. he decided he wanted to take it home, so he hid inside the store until closing time.

j.d: “at about eleven o’clock at night, when everyone was gone and the store was locked up from the outside, i went out and undressed the mannequin and i had a big sleeping-bag cover. i put it in that, zipped it up and carried it out of the store, which was a pretty dangerous thing to do. i never thought of them maybe having security cameras or being locked in the store, but i walked out with it and took it back home. i ended up getting a taxi and brought it back and kept it with me a couple of weeks. i just went through various sexual fantasies with it, pretending it was a real person, pretending that i was having sex with it, masturbating, and undressing it.”

when his grandmother discovered the mannequin, jeff made up excuses for why he had it, and then got rid of it when he saw it made her anxious. he smashed the mannequin and threw it in the trash.

“...He (Dahmer) was sitting in a bar called Carol's in Chicago. He met a light-skinned Black man. During the conversation, he learned that he was Jewish and Puerto Rican. He was nice and very handsome, so Dahmer convinced him to take the bus back to Milwaukee. 'We spent the whole weekend together, almost like a real relationship, Pat. We made love, went to the mall, got food for dinner, and all that. For a while, I thought maybe this one would last.' Dahmer lowered his head and sighed as he continued, 'But Sunday night came, and he said he had a job in Chicago and would have to take the bus in the morning. I knew it couldn't last, so I made him a Halcyon that night before we went to sleep. After he passed out, I performed oral and anal sex on him and killed him just like the others."🏳️‍🌈

Detective Pat Kennedy, Dahmer case detective.

"I want to thank you for coming," he began. "I was afraid you wouldn't." As he spoke, I looked at his hands. They were small. Are these the hands of a murderer? They seemed large enough to have caused the damage everyone had read and heard about

.Dark Journey, Deep Grace; Roy Ratcliff📖