Denver- I had a lengthy chat with Bisexual Britni Thursday morning. She’s now calling herself Bessi. She’s out of porn. She’s also married to a guy named Jeremy. Britni also tells me that a lot of the fabled stories in her twisted porn biography were either half truths, total lies or colorful p.r. fabrications. Which is really hard to believe since I’ve heard most of them.

If it sounds like Britni’s made a break from her threeway marriage with “Dennis” and “Michelle,” that’s a pretty good guess. During our chat Britni told me a lot of stuff that will be kept off the record for now.

“The catalyst of my decision [to leave Dennis] has been the fact that he’s turned my brother against me,” says Britni. “My brother isn’t talking to me. He’s convinced my brother and his wife that he’s God.”

Britni also reveals that she got married two years ago.

“In the beginning Dennis convinced me it would be a good idea to be with Jeremy and with him instead of breaking up with Dennis altogether. Basically he started problems between me and Jeremy on purpose and later admitted it.”

“I also got addicted to cocaine,” says Britni claiming responsibility but not without a convivial nudge in that social direction.

“When you last saw me I was still addicted to it,” adds Britni who lived out in Porn Valley for awhile then left to go back to Denver.

“Was it from being out here?”

“It helped that it was fucking everywhere out there,” she replies. Britni tells me she suffers from PTSD [post traumatic stress disorder] and ascribes it to a “sick, twisted, fucked up” relationship that she had for seven years.

“I didn’ realize I was being literally traumatized in every sense of the word.”

For now, she’s writing a blog: http://freebessi.livejournal.com/

“It takes so much out of me to write this stuff,” she says.

Here’s a sample, and you can see why:

I have been having a hard time remembering a lot of the things I’m supposed to go back through and talk about regarding my experiences with Dennis. Here’s something I remember… Reich did something wrong, and I can’t remember what.

Reich is the German Shepherd dog we used to own. Reichs Fuhrer Das Vermacht I think his full name was. He had done something wrong, I think he may have injured one of the bunnies or pissed on the carpet, I can’t recall now. But Dennis went out there and was hitting him with a big stick, something like a bat or a board of some kind, and kicking him.

This occurred in the back yard. I was recalling the difficulties that Michelle had when she would defend her dog to Dennis; she used to have a golden retriever when I first moved in. Dennis beat that dog a lot and pretty soon, all it did was submissively roll over and piss around him, which infuriated Dennis, and they gave it away. Michelle was heartbroken over that.

If Michelle would say something about his abuse toward the animal, Dennis would attack her for something, and turn on her, saying that she’s never cared before about the animals dying, and told her how horrible she was when it came to caring for the animals.

He would berate her about past deaths of animals that had occurred and told her that she never cared whether they lived or died before. Then it would be a full on assault about how fucked up of a person she was, and how cold hearted and careless she was, which might then spiral into an eventual torture session of her past grievances, such as her past affairs (that he’d known of to that date) and how worthless of a person she was. He broke people down to their basics, to their very core, if they dared to challenge him. It was not a good idea.

I thought to myself, during one of those occasions, that I would stand up for the animal anyway. I didn’t, though. I didn’t stand up for Reich. I watched in terror and was frozen there as I stood at the back porch steps. Dennis beat him and beat him, and then finally took his choke chain and hung Reich up by it. Reich’s body was dangling from the choke chain around his neck which was held by Dennis.

I watched as Reich was strangled and I did nothing. Later I really couldn’t figure out why I didn’t step in and try to save him. I was just frozen in horror. I thought for sure he was going to kill the dog. But he let Reich down before that happened and he kind of went on with life as usual. He acted like it never happened, and was part of the course of a normal day. He did not express guilt about it.