Ava de Lacey, Disorders, fashion, Health

Where is Ava de Lacey?

I’m sorry if you were hoping for some hit piece on the one-time model Ava de Lacy (alt spelling), but there’s already a plethora of them online. No, this is something else and it is hoped that wherever, whoever, she is now she at least gets to read this.

I’m assuming that if you don’t normally read my blog yet here you are, it’s because you either know Ava (or Axelle, or Arielle, etc.) from her modelling work or on a personal level. As you can probably tell, I’m an old friend of hers who lost touch with her not long after her mother died. The reason for this blog post is that recently several men of her acquaintance have contacted me about her and it appears that she has fallen off the face of the Earth.

But this is not about what these gents had to say, as that’s between them and her, rather it is about the importance of one’s past and the people therein… no matter how traumatic the memories may be. In this case, the people in question are myself and her late best friend since childhood: Callie (seen with Ava below).

Now I’m not going to be talking about the model persona with which some of you may be familiar (enjoy the photos though), but to the woman behind the persona. Or rather, the woman that both Callie and I have known for many years. It should be noted that this isn’t the same woman who the rest of you may have known personally… but that is another story.

The reason I’m writing this is that we are fast approaching the 2nd year anniversary of Callie’s death. Just before her 25th birthday, Callie committed suicide. Even after all this time it is still very raw for me (and her friends and family), but at least I was able to say goodbye… unlike the young woman she called her best friend: Ava.

Now I know that Ava gave up modelling and her past life (together with all her mistakes) and moved on to reinvent herself, but I believe that ghosting the one person who stood by her through thick and thin was, and still is, a big mistake. I understand why she felt it necessary, but I think it did her as much harm as it did Callie.

And because of this, Callie died trying until her last breath to contact her friend. She knew that Ava may not want to re-establish the friendship, and she wasn’t looking to, but she knew the importance of speaking to her one last time. Unable to do so, she wrote a final letter to her friend both for her own sake but more importantly for the sake of Ava.

As Callie was living with me when she died, I tried (not as successfully as I had hoped) to contact all those who were dear to Callie, especially those whom she loved and who loved her. As such I tried to make Ava aware, while still not choosing to get back into her life. I believe I was successful as she found out about Callie’s death.

I have to be candid here. What annoyed me then, and still annoys me today, is how Ava responded to this. Clearly she felt the impact of Callie’s sudden death, yet instead of meeting with Callie’s mother and sisters to share condolences, she left the card outside their door so as not to be seen. Now I understand she wanted to put the old life behind her, but in the circumstances she should have shared her feelings with those she grew up with. Hiding away only bottles up what happened, and was in my opinion disrespectful, but more importantly is how you responded Ava, and will gnaw at you… and you don’t need me to tell you how dangerous that is for you.

Still being candid, Ava not turning up for the funeral (even if just at the back in hat and veil) greatly upset me, and worries me as to how you are going to cope. There were people there who rarely step outside their front door due to mental issues, yet they were still able to come and pay their respects. There was absolutely no reason for Ava not to attend and pay her respects to Callie, and to say goodbye.

I know Ava very well, and know that this behaviour of hers will continue to gnaw at her. She will try to bury it, along with her past life, but the love she and Callie shared, whether or not she admits it to herself, is more than what people now think of the new woman Ava has become, and will continue to grow until it triggers a massive emotional reaction which will bring all her new life crashing about her. She knows to what I am referring, and after 2 years this has become an inevitable catastrophe.

It is important that Ava addresses this and doesn’t try to bottle it up.

As Ava didn’t speak to Callie’s mother, nor did she attend the funeral (nor the inquest for that matter), she wasn’t able to receive the letter that Callie wrote for her. I too was left a letter, and I attended the funeral. I know just how important both things were, even more so than anything I could have imagined. So Ava wasn’t at the funeral, but she can still read Callie’s last words to her (they are open and loving, and not critical). And Ava really needs to do this… sooner rather than later, especially if she’s serious of letting go of the past.

I’m not asking this of Ava so that she and I can re-establish contact, I told her when she left that I would not follow, but my honest feelings have not changed and I do not wish to see Ava hurt herself nor destroy that future for which she sacrificed Callie and so much. So if you are reading this, Ava (or whoever you are now), please arrange to get Callie’s letter for you and, even if you don’t want to, talk to someone who shares memories of you and Callie. You need this, despite how hard it might be.

Hopefully Ms de Lacey will read this and will be able to do the right thing. If she does, her future will be more hopeful. And I hope that she finds a way to be happy.


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Why so sad?

or A Tale of Two Women

“Oh S***!” (2017) – © Sadistic Scribbler

I almost sub-titled this post: “or How I Embarked upon the Road to MGTOW” but though very relevant, what I wanted to talk about here only covers a small part of the reasons I went MGTOW. So I’ll save that tale for another post.

Before talking about the Two Women in question I should probably first explain the title: Why so sad?

If this is the first time you’re reading about me I should add that I suffer from chronic depression. I was born this way (thanks to also being born autistic) and it does have a habit of becoming critical and leading to suicidal attempts. Don’t panic, this is not a post about any of that (but you can read other posts of mine that deal with this via the sidebar if you so wish). Instead, by “sad” I am referring to the emotion that often gets mistakenly conflated with depression: feeling blue. Of course I acknowledge that this can also be a precursor of a depressive episode, but it shouldn’t always be seen in that way.

So am I sad because of the (unnecessary) worldwide lock-down due to the Wuhan Virus pandemic? No. I’ve had the virus already (maybe the topic for another day) and as for the fake news surrounding it, for now check out Dave Cullen’s series on Youtube (Part 1).

The Women

What has prompted my current melancholy is down to the relationships I had with two women, both of whom were best friends since childhood. The image that introduces this post: “Oh S***!” is a painting I made from 2017 of one of the women: Gemma (before I cut it into 12 panels to be individually hung on the wall). The reason for this is that this painting links both women nicely… more so than “Boundless” the artwork I created of the other woman: Callie (below) which has now, thanks to Gemma, been tainted.

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“Boundless” (2014) – © Sadistic Scribbler

The two women were like chalk and cheese. Both beautiful, both incredibly intelligent and funny, but where one was beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside: loyal, kind, sensitive, and very loving; the other was beautiful on the outside alone, and rancid, poisonous, and destructive on the inside. Unfortunately first impressions being what they are means that many men have succumbed to the violent toxic woman (just as Johnny Depp did with Amber Heard) at the loss of finding fulfillment with the other.

So who are these women, and why am I feeling seriously sad today? The first woman I met was Gemma who, as you can see below, appears to encompass all of a man’s desires. I’m not going to go into the sordid details, suffice it to say that we ended up in a long-term relationship after I fell deeply in love with her.

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Gemma when I first met her

We were together, on and off, for about 8 years. During this time I enjoyed some of my all-time highs, as well as the worst moments of my life. I was so in love with her that I would have died for her. Unfortunately she tried to test this to exhaustion, and almost succeeded. Without going into any more details, I think it clear that my experience of Gemma has left me scarred, and has destroyed my ability to trust anyone… let alone trust anyone with my heart.

Callie, by contrast, was selfless. If you already are MGTOW you will understand when I say that Callie was not a unicorn, but was actually a man inside… which is a compliment, and by that I mean that Bruffault’s law did not apply to her. For her she wanted to find the right man whom she could trust, care for, and sacrifice herself for. As MGTOW already know, this was an impossibility that plagued her to the end.

I met Callie through my relationship with Gemma. We became fast and strong friends, just as happens with other male friends that one really connects with. There was nothing romantic, nor sexual, despite how attractive she was (see below), and this friendship lasted right up to her sad and premature death just before her 25th birthday.

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Candid shot of Callie

Callie was living with me when she died. She took her own life after feeling total despair with, and total futility of, her life. I know intimately what she was feeling as I have myself been in that same place. Unlike Callie though, I had someone who stopped me just before I went through with this ultimate deed. Let me explain.

I have already mentioned how Gemma (while simultaneously having toxic affairs with other men) thought to entertain herself by trying to drive me to kill myself in 2013, and would have succeeded if not for Callie. Just like the recent case of the girl who was found guilty of having driven her boyfriend to kill himself, I am ashamed to admit that Gemma had similarly driven me to the point of my killing myself and I would have if Callie had not unexpectedly turned up and physically stopped me.

And this wasn’t the only time that Callie saved my life…

More recently in 2017, after I had recovered from hitting rock bottom and had rebuilt my life from scratch, I developed a bad case of pneumonia. I was living alone and became so ill that I actually died (on the way to hospital). I would have died permanently at home if not for Callie who, just like when she stopped me killing myself, had somehow sensed I was in trouble and traveled quite a distance to save me. She found me unconscious on my floor and called an ambulance, and stayed there until I returned over a week later to look after my home and feed my cat.

I am forever indebted to Callie for saving my life twice and this is why I feel so guilty that I couldn’t have saved her’s when the time came. I won’t say more here, especially as her story has already been told by the BBC on their Panorama programme that can be watched online, but as you might surmise this is part of the reason I am feeling deeply sad today as the second anniversary of her death is fast approaching and I still miss her dearly.

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Callie (left) and Gemma (right)

Once I ended things permanently with Gemma, Callie and I grew even closer. This was partly in response to when Gemma and I said goodbye, because Gemma chose to ghost Callie. Callie took this very hard, as she couldn’t understand why (as she never accepted Gemma’s true nature), and for the first time in 8 years our intimate group of three became an intimate pair of two. And yes, Callie and I grew very intimate, though I was in no place for a relationship.

But this is not the only reason for my current sadness.

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Gemma as she started to play away

It so happens that a couple of Gemma’s ex-boyfriends (additional to those of whom I was already aware… including the one she was with as she tried to have me kill myself) found me and got in touch. Now the only way that I can move on from Gemma is to leave her in my past. You see, intellectually I have severed myself from her. But the damage she did to me is still there and should she ever return to my life, even indirectly through her exes, it would reopen those old wounds and remind me of how pathetic I was, and how vulnerable I still am… thus how much I am still under her power. I might like to think that if she were to walk up to me right now that I am healthy enough to reject her, but when I still react to her through her exes like this, I’m forced to admit that I just don’t know what I would do should she return. And it is this that has caused my fall into existential sadness, perhaps as a precursor to a depressive episode.

So these ex-boyfriends of hers tracking me down and asking me at length about her, together with the reminder of Callie’s suicide and my failure to save her, is having a huge impact upon me. This is why I felt compelled to write about it here, as some form of catharsis.

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“When Opposites Attract” (2016) – © Sadistic Scribbler

One might suspect that as these two women were opposites: the Masculine versus the Feminine if you will, the Giving versus the Taking, the Good versus the Evil; that as I loved Callie (in its all-encompassing sense) that I would naturally hate Gemma. But this would be incorrect.

Perhaps because I am autistic, or perhaps because of my worldview (Monist Idealist Thomist Catholic), I do not hate anyone. As the old Catholic maxim goes, “hate the sin not the sinner”, so while I hate how I was treated by Gemma, I do not hate her per se. In a more modern sense, Gemma suffers from a mental condition (BPD – Borderline Personality Disorder) which explains her behaviour in a psychiatric way, and is a victim to it as was I. This is why I have no desire to spend any time with her as I will be spending time with an illness that is too poisonous for me to deal with. Any disagreement I have with her personally would concern how I believe that she has a choice and is not bound by her neurological conditioning, yet she chose to embrace her condition instead of growing in spite of it.

Hopefully this post has answered its initial question. I don’t know if this confession will prove helpful to someone but I hope so, even if it is only as a warning for other men who might find themselves in similar situations. But before I end, I ought to return to the beginning of the post and address the comment concerning the two artworks of mine: “Boundless” the earlier work with Callie as the model, and the more recent painting “Oh S***!” with Gemma as the model.

The earlier work was part of a series of photographs I had been working on for several years. But it wasn’t until Gemma came across the series and recognised Callie from this plate that this work’s effect became corrupted by the virus that is called Gemma. Gemma tried to use the image to turn Callie against me (I’ll leave the reasoning to you) as displaying some kind of my secret and sordid desire for her. It didn’t work of course, but it has tainted what was part of an artistic series into a work that was weaponised by someone I had once loved to hurt me, and to be a constant reminder of how she would always stand between the friendship Callie and I shared.

The multi-part painting however shares a connection with Callie about Gemma, and not the reverse as in the previous example. Before Callie moved in with me, and later after my flirtation with pneumonia death, I painted the work presented at the top of this post. It was less a portrait of Gemma (as I wanted to avoid thinking about her) and more an experimental work dealing with my near-death experience.

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Callie – Much loved and much missed RIP

When Callie moved in she instantly recognised Gemma as the model in the painting. As such she questioned why I had created it, knowing my aversion to deal with anything Gemma-centric, and more so why it was prominently hanging in my living area. A valid question given that Gemma was the model, though as I explained it had no effect as she was not the subject.

As I explained to Callie, the painting to me was not a portrait of Gemma, but an artistic expression of an unexpected rebirth, from a suffocating death prompted by my experience with pneumonia, as a mundane phenomenon. Using Gemma, I admit, was a challenge I set myself to see if the painting story was strong enough to combat the grip my past with Gemma had on me. And I am happy to say that it was, and still is. Whenever I look at the picture, like Callie, I recognise Gemma in it but no more than that. It has no emotional connection. Perhaps this is what leads me to have what I now fear is the false belief that I am fully over her. Alas, as my recent experience with talking with her exes has shown that while the picture shows my resilience to her effect on me, her ‘nearness’ in body or spirit still manages to bring down the melancholy onto my emotional state. Hopefully this is a transitory condition and requires just more time.

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