The GS Gazette has managed to obtain a photograph of the real Jamie-Lynn Russo!
Jamie Russo, now known as Jamie McNotsofemale, aka “Jenna,” shocked the GS Community months ago by pulling a J.D. and ending up male. The fiasco was exposed when he signed onto a local GS chatroom as Jamie, claiming to be dying right then and there. This prompted Gender Studies regular Glinda McFemale to dial 911, afterwhich McNotsofemale claimed to be Jamie’s husband, in the ambulance with her (and yet also typing in the chatroom at the same time). McFemale eventually paid money to an online service to look up the info she had for Jamie in order to get her address to send help. This eventually resulted in Jamie being outted as a 45-year-old black, male, transvestite.
For months, McNotsofemale had claimed to be the perky, flirtatious blonde seen below. After these events transpired, it was discovered that Jamie, whose name is actually Paul, is, in reality, the transvestite man featured below on the right:
Glinda, broken by all Paul had done to her, later lamented the following in memory of her ordeal with “Jamie”:
I’ll define a creep for you because this happened today.
A creep is someone who I befriended because they are a 29 year old wife and mother, with 2 babies and a loving husband. Someone who begged me to stay up and chat with her, since she was frightened of dying of cancer. Three months to live. I prayed for this friend every day, for healing.
With my own two hands, I made for this person a pink hat and scarf with a purple flower on it, a matching hat and booties for their baby. As I made these things, they became a meditation to me. Every stitch contained a prayer for her, every strand of yarn contained a piece of my soul.
When it was discovered this 29 year old woman was really a 55 year old man, no cancer, no babies, no husband…it was all a game to him. And I thought about those things I had made for my friend, with my love in every stitch. I redirected my prayer for this person to find peace in their heart.
Today I went to the post office, and there was a box, from him, with the things I made for my “friend” cut into bits with scissors. I took out of the box not peace, not love, but pieces of shredded yarn which was my shredded soul. In his anger at being found out, there was no explantion, no thank you, no thought of the weeks it took me to knit my love and prayers into something my “friend” would have.
That is a creep. That is a vile person. That is an evil person, who can take love, and turn it to hate.
Go on, reporters, do your petty reporting that consumes you. Me, I will try to put back the pieces of my heart once again.