This is the next post in our series on Ares Milligan, formerly Ayries Blanck, AKA Cassidy, AKA Diana.
In our last post, Journal of Lies: How Ayries Blanck Deceived Netflix and the FBI, we examined her fraudulent journal, which she backdated, presumably to show abuse fresh and raw, and for which she could use to sue OneTaste.
We caught the precocious liar in one little white fib. She backdated her diary to 2015, then conspired with her sister to sell the journal to Netflix for $25,000, claiming it was authentic.
Netflix used the journal in their “true fiction” 2022 documentary, “Orgasm Inc: The Story of One Taste.”
Netflix shows Autymn Blanck reading selections from her sister Ayries’ supposed 2015 journal.
Some Call it Fraud: Autymn reads from the journal that she and her sister duped Netflix into believing it was written in 2015 and cashed in to the tune of $25,000.
However, one of several items that makes the dating of the journal to 2015 dubious is that in it, Ayries writes about reading a book not published until 2019.
How did Ayries read the Traumatic Growth Guidebook in 2015, when it was not published until 2019?
No Malice; Just Justice
The devil always takes a step too far.
But now, lest you think I have malice and am calling this little victim, this weak little (supposedly) 98-pound fragile critter, a devil, I’d like to present further evidence that “not all who cry victim are gold,” unless you think in terms of comedy gold.
We are talking about a woman who claims she is extraordinarily underweight in her journal. She is gaunt, she is shriveled, she is withered and dangerously so.
Ayries says she left OneTaste on January 1, 2015.
She writes in her journal, under the date January 17, 2015:
Today I have started an exercise and eating protocol to help with the sickness. I do not know what is wrong with me but I imagine it’s a response to the trauma, stress, and over working. My body started to shut down my last few months there. Eating anything always resulted in vomiting, I was not sleeping well and I was sleeping on the floor of the apartment in the living room because I was not allowed a bedroom anymore. I was extra, a cast off.
The night terrors had started, my hands and body shook, I was always cold and tired. So unbearably tired. I started to lose the feeling in my fingertips. And I cried. I cried almost every day I was in New York city. I was told I was a crazy erratic. Emotional. I realized I was being subjected to intensive emotional, psychological, and physical abuse. I am not surprised I cried every day and that my body began to shut down.
Every morning I count my ribs as I get dressed. I weigh myself religiously hoping I have gained weight. I left weighing 98lbs. As I stand in front of the full length mirror I barely recognize the woman I have become. My hollowed out cheeks, deep circles under my eyes. My bony ribs stick out even when I don’t lift my arms above my head. The smile that at one time reached my eyes is no longer there. The innocence and young girl filled with sparkle and magic is no longer there. Only deadness. Flat and endless. At times I feel the wasting in my body is only a reflection of the disintegration of my will to live.
According to her journal, Ayries was a skeletal creature in January 2015.
But just like she forgot to pick a book already written when she wrote of reading a book in her falsified journal, Ayries also forgot there were pictures of her in January 2015 that show she was lying about her emaciated condition.
Here are some photos she posed for on January 5, 2015.
In her journal, Ayries claims she left OneTaste on January 1, 2015. She wrote of her emaciated condition on January 17 – making these photos date between her leaving on January 1 and her continuing bony rib condition on January 17.
“Every morning I count my ribs as I get dressed.”
I left weighing 98lbs.
By the way, Ayries is about 5’4″.
My hollowed out cheeks, deep circles under my eyes.
(I cannot be sure what cheeks she refers to, but if it is her face cheeks, they do not look hollowed out.)
My bony ribs stick out even when I don’t lift my arms above my head.
(You know, despite her journal claims, I think she looks rather corn-fed.)
The smile that at one time reached my eyes is no longer there.
The innocence and young girl filled with sparkle and magic is no longer there. Only deadness. Flat and endless.
(And she probably needs a good tongue scrape too.)
At times I feel the wasting in my body is only a reflection of the disintegration of my will to live.
(But not her will to lie.)
(I can’t quite make out what she is writing in the sand. Is it the word ‘idiot’? The last letter looks like a $, which would be the truest thing she has said to date.)
I made this short YouTube video to illustrate this intensity of sorrow and emaciation.
Why Pick on Poor Ayries?
Of course, I would not expose Ayries Blanck if she were just a harmless liar. But she is the genesis of the federal prosecution of OneTaste founder Nicole Daedone and sales manager Rachel Cherwitz. I believe Ayries lied to the FBI, a crime under US Code 18 1001.
No, she is not just a bullshit artist. She is a violent woman, and in one of our upcoming posts, we will interview the people she kicked, punched, pushed, and, in one instance, attempted to kill. Ironically, the latter was just two days after the photos above were taken.
A dangerous, hot headed woman, trained in martial arts, Ares Milligan, formerly Ayries Blanck, succeeded in fooling the media, which in turn succeeded in fooling the FBI, which in turn succeeded in fooling the US Attorney for the Eastern District of NY into prosecuting two innocent women.
Her motives are apparently money-based and involve lawsuits based on similar false claims to what we are examining in these posts.
I know it is impolite even to publish this criticism, because no one is allowed to doubt accusers, even if they are suing the accused for millions. But someone has to end that anti-justice insanity.
The old legal system demands a presumption of innocence and is skeptical of accusations. The new system believes an accuser is a victim before any verification process occurs. An accusation is proof of guilt and grounds for conviction.
But I’m from the old school: The accuser bears the burden of proof because she is the one making an affirmative statement.
I don’t believe all victims, especially not Ayries Blanck.
