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  "Yes, we did have sex."

  Statement from reporter Yvonne Valdez, June 14:

  As a professional courtesy, I'll say...do your own fucking work. I've been on this story for weeks, and every piece of relevant information has already appeared in one of my articles. So read them! Or if you can't be bothered, I'll give you the highlights. Anti-gay Christian Celeb slams nasties with rent boy in Dallas hotel. They get caught. Rent boy tries to protect his client and says things never got hard and moist. Rent boy finds out exactly who his trick was and decides to come clean. He gives me an exclusive interview and is murdered later that same night while laying low in the apartment of a friend who was out of town. The cops have suspects falling out of their asses but not a bit of evidence.

  There, now you know what about 60 million other people know. Fucking amateurs.

  Quotes drawn from a variety of social media sites:

  May 15:

  "OMG!!!"

  "Like there was any doubt. Wright was just another self-hater who punished the LGBT community for living the life he wanted for himself." "Up is down. Black is white. Wright is wrong! So fucking wrong." "Wright served the church and let them drain his humanity, because he believed it when they called him abomination. Self-loathing. Vicious. Disgusting. Bravo Jimmy Royce for dragging this piece of shit kicking and screaming into the light of day."

  "Bravo, Angel [Jimmy]! You're our hero!"

  "This is heroic? He was forced by the media to say SOMETHING. He was either going to align himself with Wright, who's on his way down or with the gay community, who will put his face on magazine covers and support his ass for the rest of his life. Was the decision that difficult? That heroic? Reach higher people."

  "I <3 Jimmy!"

  May 16:

  "If we lose, Satan wins. Send your donations today."

  "Wright's church is actually raising money for his de-queerification! WTF?!?!"

  "We've all swallowed a load here and there, but those poor dumb fuckers have to be drowning by now."

  May 17:

  "Rest in Peace, Jimmy. My heart holds you."

  "Another Angel in heaven."

  "One more fag in the fire. Ha. Ha. Ha."

  Statement from the Reverend Robert Wright, May 26:

  Never before have I so well understood the weakness of man. I thought I was beyond temptation, far from the whispered invitations of sin. That was my pride, and this is my fall.

  Without delving into the unwholesome details, I am issuing this statement to confirm that the well-publicized allegations against me are, to some minor extent, true. I admit this knowing that the only path to Our Lord is one of honesty, and though this path often winds through brutal and unforgiving terrain, I will travel it, guided by love and light.

  I have embarrassed my family, my friends, my church and the countless devoted who have looked to me for guidance all these long years. I can only say that I'm sorry. I'm unwell, and with the help of Our Lord I will fight my way back to grace.

  Placing myself in the hands of my brothers and sisters, I will undergo counseling at one of the excellent Family in Front facilities. I prefer to leave the location unspecified so that my personal shame and the notoriety it has fostered will not interfere with the enlightenment of myself or any other Christian seeking clarity and grace.

  Statement from Myrna Jones, August 17:

  Jimmy and I were best friends. We've been friends since grade school. We came to Austin together last year because he'd heard all about the music scene, but mostly we came to Austin because we both wanted to get the heck out of Fulton, Mississippi.

  We talked about everything, and yeah, he told me about Wright. I mean, he didn't know the guy was a reverend, certainly didn't know he was famous, but he told me about a guy---I figured it was Wright because of the timing, you know? Anyway, Jimmy told me about this client---Jimmy always called them clients---and this one had hired him off the website and paid Jimmy to drive up to Dallas. He did it in February and then again in May when...well, you know.

  Jimmy said the guy was into role-playing, which happens all the time I guess, but Wright was a strange one. He didn't want to be a naughty schoolboy or a prison inmate getting worked over by a guard. He wanted Jimmy to stick a doll with needles while he was fu...while they were conducting business. Jimmy told me the guy howled like a snake-bit dog when one of those needles slid into the doll's body. Like voodoo you know?

  Jimmy laughed his ass off about it after the first time they met, telling me all about the nut job with his dollies. The second time he didn't think it was so funny. See, Jimmy and Wright had finished their business and Wright was in the bathroom cleaning up. The door was closed and Jimmy heard the water running, and he was kind of bored so he picked up the doll and for laughs, he jabbed a needle through the thing's chest.

  Well, the next thing he knows Wright is screaming like a stuck pig---which is about right if you ask me---and Jimmy yanks the needle out of the doll. Wright comes screaming out of the bathroom, and he snatches the doll from Jimmy's hand and tells him to get out of the room.

  The whole thing freaked Jimmy bad. Then those pictures hit the web and suddenly reporters and weirdos were everywhere. It just got worse after...after he di...was killed.

  You saw what happened at his funeral. All those a-holes with their "God Hates Fags" signs, and the gays were there and the two groups were screaming at each other across the street, and there were all of those cameras and news crews and I kept thinking, why are you people here? You didn't love him. You didn't even know him. He's just a tiling to you. A doll for stupid, greedy children to tear apart.

  Statement from Esther Boutte, parishioner at Sacred Calling Church, May 10:

  The Reverend was married, you know. His wife, Evelyn, was a beautiful Christian woman. They were a blessed couple. When she died he was absolutely devastated, as anyone would be after losing a true and pure love. I'm not surprised he never married again.

  The whole tiling was so tragic. She fell down the stairs of their home in Nashville. Broke her neck. What made it all the more heartbreaking was that Reverend Wright was talking to her on the phone the very moment it happened. He called Evelyn from his hotel in New York as he did every night when his calling took him away from home, and they were having a pleasant as you please conversation. And then she lost her footing. He had to listen to her fall. Can you imagine anything so horrible?

  Note from Kim Vanderhoof, Professor of Religious Studies, St. Paul's University (Dallas):

  I'm afraid you're the victim of lurid horror films and the machinations of the Caribbean and New Orleans tourism boards. In actuality "voodoo doll" is, at best, a misnomer. Firstly, the use of sympathetic magic is more in line with the practices of Hoodoo, a bastardization of Vodou (note the spelling) that became popular in the Southern United States centuries ago. Of course, the practice of jabbing pins in representational figures has an extensive history in folk magic and has examples in nearly every primitive culture. This is not unexpected when considered in the context of a population of immature intellect. For instance, when a child plays with a doll, she gives the toy attributes---whether of herself or others---essentially creating a kind of reality for the plaything. In an environment of pervasive superstition and limited intellectual growth, it is easy to see how this function of childhood imagination could evolve into a facet of an overarching mystical belief system. The doll not only represents the subject, but is also magically connected to the subject. Once this belief is established in a receptive population, it is easy enough to manipulate and propagate.

  This is not to say that dolls are completely foreign to Vodou practitioners. Often, they will nail effigies---called poppets---with an old shoe to trees. They generally do this near cemeteries, with the dolls acting as symbolic messengers to the afterlife. And the dolls of babies may be placed on altars and other objects designed to honor spirits, but only in the lowest of folk religions do we see the use of sympathetic representations---i.e. do
lls, photographs, etchings---in rituals meant to curse or bless an individual.

  That noted, I can provide you an extensive list of resource materials if you are interested in pursuing a detailed study of Vodou as a religion and its cultural impact.

  Statement from the Reverend Robert Wright, August 21:

  I cannot thank my brothers and sisters in Christ enough for their support during this difficult time. After succumbing to weakness and confusion, straying far from the path our Lord has designed for me, I can now return to my teachings and my calling, feeling embraced and emboldened by the Word of God.

  When I was first instrumental in creating Family in Front, I never thought that I would one day walk through those doors, low and shamed and seeking the warmth and light of their charity. Perhaps it was always God's plan that I should save myself by first seeking to save others. I thank Him every moment of every day for guiding me home.

  I leave this facility a stronger, yet humbled man, who is truer to himself and closer to his Lord.

  Patrolman Joel McCauley, August 19:

  The Jimmy Royce investigation is ongoing.

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