The story of Kurtis Hord’s mind and practice starts with where it was formed. Born, to James and Deborah Hord.
James is a failed musician, salesman, and was by all accounts abusive and controlling.
Deborah acts meek; however she oversaw the abuse and torture of young Kurtis. She is no stranger to the terror of domination and control. Who is more evil? The person who administers the torture or their manager that looks dead eyed at the wall and disassociates during the event?
Deborah is not meek. She sat on the couch like a statue and listened to every cry for help. Jim restrained me against my will and performed horrible violence and profanity. I did not consent to this. Deborah protected my abuser not me.
I did have a responsible caretaker in my youth story that did not abuse me: Evelyn Roberts. Not blood related. She adopted my grandfather Huston Roberts as an adult when she married his father.
Evelyn never had her own children but she was the matriarch of the family. she provided the only home I was ever safe within. Evelyn is the only adult I was ever safe with.
How was I abused? As a toddler, before the age of 7…. I was subjected to multiple violent assaults by James Hord. simulated rape and BDSM domination. Not spanking, not normal. Spanking is understandable. Relatable. I was not “spanked”. I was tortured. It was not a slip up in a fit of rage or desperation with a difficult child, that’s relatable and easy to explain. It was premeditated conducted with no point or lesson or correction attached. After the torture the “adults” in the room discussed if it would “break my spirit”. So they must have been aware and conscious when they performed the assaults on me.
Here are the real actions performed on young Kurtis by James and Deborah: I was ripped from my bed or playtime; arrested by Jim. I was always stripped naked. I was fighting back the whole time and screaming my head off, clawing at the wood floor and door thresholds as Jim drags me into their bedroom. Jim Closed the door, held me down while I’m struggling to leave, removed his engraved cowboy belt, with one hand while continuing to restrain me, and then beating me with that giant belt big enough for a Texas size belt buckle. He’s screaming at me the whole time. Horrible things. Really putting on the scariest nastiest show he’s capable of…. Why?
Deborah administered the after care for the ritual domination abuse, and performed her duties to Jim by making sure nobody ever knew. Let us be clear. Deborah sat on the corduroy couch in the next room listening to me scream for help, every time. She oversaw, voted for, and protected the Kurtis torture factory. Every time it happened.
Nobody called the cops. Nobody ever came to help. Deborah performed her role and protected Jim, and the “ship”. Real uncut nazi shit. Why should these people have authority to speak on me? They can’t even explain why they tortured me.
Here is an example of an explanation for torturing children: “hey Kurtis you were a real problem child at 6-7 years old and we snapped.” We needed to do violence to control you. Trust us. We did actions to injure you, a child without marks in an attempt to shock you into behavior that was agreeable . We discussed out loud if it would break your spirit. Don’t be so dramatic it’s just like “a boy named sue” your dad’s favorite song.
Let’s propose some more relatable examples: maybe I was being really gross and nasty, peeing where I should not have, dumping food on my head, smearing poo…. You did it to shock me…. Back into normal behavior. That’s gross truly but understandable. if that was the reason it should be easy to say so. I can heal from that.
Just to be clear how reasonable I am: I accept explanations of any kind: let’s say you were drunk and horny and I was being really annoying…. That’s an excuse I can process. It’s still detestable but I can understand it.
The two people in the room the two adults that oversaw and administered my torture will not give a reason. Because of my experience I also hate 7 year old Kurtis and want to do weird BDSM to his smart-ass fag face. Fuck 7 year old smart-ass Kurtis. Fuck that child: I wonder why they did it and hid it???
I truly pray for their souls and transcripts. It would have been more respectable if they finished the job and dominated me out of existence so they could finish their late night movie.
Deborah could have told Evelyn at any point that she was staring at a wall with dead eyes while I was being tortured. She had miles of time. To think about it. But hey: we are getting cheap rent and family support for performing as a family let’s not rock the boat…. Its totally worth ruining a child.
Deborah works for JCPS as an assistant caretaker for children just like young Kurtis. who would trust these people.? How much abuse is she gazing dead-eyed past to save the empire?
Kurtis was created in Arkansas by two whole consenting adults who had, no money or plan. They called on the family to provide welfare when their naked time surprisingly produced a child and they were stuck with me, with no plan. Kurtis was tortured in the home of Alberta Miller on Taylor Blvd. This was a private home in the family. Pat and Charlie Drexler (great aunt and uncle) rewarded my parents with 150 dollars per month rent for the “accomplishment” of breeding me in 1983. With their welfare and housing donated by the family: Jim and Deborah had a perfect venue to torture me privately. Quietly with without nosy school teachers like Evelyn coming around. Deborah protected the torture factory and made sure nobody knew about it. They completed the torture by 1990: we moved in 1992, with the help of Evelyn to 911 Whitney. In 1995 Evelyn died and I started writing and fighting back.
They would have to show me off in public eventually. I had to go to school.
Face injury trauma is the reason I can’t touch my mouth with implements. Also cannot stand mint and solvents in toothpaste. This is why my teeth are going. I can’t touch my mouth.
My face and mouth was assaulted a lot when I was young. I moved schools 7 times in 12 grades. Every time I moved to a new school I was hazed and bullied mercilessly.
At some point I took control of the situation and started injuring myself instead with BMX crashes. I had several massive face traumas before I was 18 from bmx accidents. My mouth and gums were always cut up and in pain.
How did I survive to this point or get anything accomplished? Truly.
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