I am writing this because I wish someone had written it to me. I am 65 years old, I have lived a full life, and I am taking care of myself—but I refuse to stay silent while others are targeted.
In 2018, I was at my most vulnerable. I was the sole caregiver for two adult children with disabilities, my art gallery had failed, and I was navigating deep isolation. I met R on FetLife while looking for a professional photographer. His reviews and credentials seemed legitimate, but his approach was immediate and high-pressure, insisting on daily contact until he secured a shoot.
The Granville Street Encounter: Theft of Consent
Our first meeting was at a hotel on Granville Street, which I paid for. i posed for The Sex Goddess Project. He offered the session "for free," but there was a hidden, lifelong cost. During the shoot, sexual acts occurred. R did not disclose that he had herpes. By withholding this medical truth, he robbed me of the ability to give informed consent. This was not a "sacred connection"; it was a medical betrayal.
The Financial and Domestic Grind
What followed was a seven-year cycle of exploitation. R is a master of the "parasitic lifestyle," framing himself as an oppressed, misunderstood Black artist to siphoning resources from women who want to help. He is charming: tall, handsome, soft-spoken, and intense. He made me feel seen. He told me, “I’ve never loved a woman except my mother.” I believed I might be different.
Financial Drain: I spent approximately $12,000 on his art books, rent, food, and unlicensed remedies. He pressured me constantly, framing his financial needs as "emergencies."
Domestic Servitude: I cooked, cleaned, ran his errands, and even prepared him for dates with other women. I transferred the tenancy of my own apartment to him—where he still lives today.
The "Servant" Dynamic: In return for my labor, I was treated with contempt. He never took me on a date, never bought me a flower, and never gave me a hug—not even when my son died. He called me "slut," "whore," and "bitch." To him, I was a tool, not a human being.
Targeting the Bereaved
The most predatory aspect of R’s psychology is his focus on grieving mothers. When my son was murdered in 2023, R disappeared for months. He returned only to offer "African Touch Worship"—a rebranding of paid sex work—claiming it was a "healing" service for my grief. I later learned he offered the exact same "service" to another bereaved woman just two weeks later, bragging about how he "helps women who lose children." He views our greatest tragedies as an opportunity for his own sexual and financial gain.
Evidence of a Pattern
While R is in Trinidad, he gave me access to his apartment and papers. There, I found proof that I was never his friend—I was simply part of a rotation. I found correspondence and evidence of multiple women providing him with money and gifts, all receiving the same scripted manipulation I did.
He never uses women's names, only labels: “the ex”, "the landlady," "the model," "the German professor," "the Jewess." He dismisses the women who finally see through him as "crazy." He has said to me “you don’t have sex with your wife or girlfriend" while complaining about his live-in girlfriend. I have spoken to four other survivors; one reported him to the police, one had to go to therapy, and another was left in a state of total emotional ruin.
Professional Warning: Medical Fraud
As someone professionally trained in esthetics and cosmetic production, I can state clearly:
C.R.S. is not a trained herbalist. * He produces "remedies" in a domestic kitchen.
His products have no labels, no ingredient lists, and no Natural Product Number (NPN).
They are unsanitary and non-compliant with Health Canada regulations.
I have previously helped him mail these unlabeled bottles to clients, a fact I have now reported to Health Canada with photographic evidence.
The Persona vs. The Reality
R presents himself as a feminist and a sacred healer. In reality, he is a man who referred to my disabled daughter as a "bitch" before meeting her and who demanded sexual attention while I was on the phone with the hospital regarding my son.
I have documented the physical bruises from his 2022 assault. I have the photographs. I have the records. If you are considering buying his products or entering his circle, please understand: you are not supporting an artist. You are being scouted by a predator who views your empathy as a resource to be mined until you are empty.
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