Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert

By Richard Power and Matt Forney

"Breakups are harder for perverts, because there’s only so many of us out there. We both know it."

Welcome to 21st century America. A country in which Tiger Beat tells teenage girls how to perform rusty trombones while incels fume on obscure imageboards. A land in which college graduates deliver pizza and wait tabl

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terror House Press, LLC
• Release date: Dec 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781951897017

Richard Power

Richard Power is an internationally recognized expert in the areas of Security, Intelligence and Risk. An independent consultant, he provides guidance in the areas of personnel security, cyber security, crisis management, terrorism, cyber crime and economic espionage to Fortune 500 companies and government agencies globally. Previously, he served as the Director of Security Management and Security Intelligence for the Global Security Office of Deloitte Touch Tomatsu from 2002-2005. Prior to that, he was Editorial Director of the Computer Security Institute. He authors a monthly column on information security issues for Computer Fraud and Security Journal, as well as a monthly column on for the Research and Technology Protection section of the FBI’s Infragard program. He is the author of Tangled Web: Tales of Digital Crime from the Shadows of Cyberspace (Macmillan/QUE 2000).

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by Matt Forney

Introducing a book is always a tricky thing, doubly tricky when you don’t know the author. Well, that’s not entirely true, because I do know Richard Power to a certain extent; we’ve had many emails over the past four years, and in Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert, he bares the most intimate details of his life, from his relationships to his fetishes to his darkest thoughts. But I don’t know his real name or identity; indeed, he selected me to publish his book precisely so he could remain anonymous. That, and I generally hate inserting myself into other people’s work; it feels narcissistic, like I’m trying to take credit for another man’s creation. Having said that, there is one bizarre incident involving Power’s work that sums it up better than anything else I could write.

I first encountered Power in 2015 when he emailed me asking to publish a strange piece of [political] erotica on my blog. It was titled While You Were Speaking and was about a narrator fantasizing about carving a wound in a woman’s thighs and fucking it. It was infused with rich, halting detail, displaying the brutal honesty and ethos that would later characterize Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert. Naturally, I said yes. Power asked me to come up with a pseudonym for him (he didn’t adopt his current pen name until 2019), and I selected Nameless Writer because it seemed to fit. I published When You Were Speaking on January 22 to a flood of hits and comments from readers who were wondering what the hell I was thinking. OhioCoastie summed up what was on everyone’s minds: Nameless Writer is fucked in the head.

Power subsequently sent me another piece called Why I Lie in which he writes about doing a one-man bukkake with an ex-girlfriend, among other things. I published it on February 12 and it went viral, with many feminists accusing me of having written it, and for a time, it was one of the most-read entries on my site. (Both While You Were Speaking and Why I Lie are included in this book.)

But anyone can make an anti-feminist hit piece go viral, or at least they could back in the heady days of the mid-2010’s, when triggering the libs was a national sport and Donald Trump hadn’t yet ridden down the escalator and into the Oval Office. The fallout from Why I Lie was far, far stranger. A few days after publishing it, I received the following email via the contact form on my site, which I present to you completely unedited, aside from removing personal details to protect her privacy:

"To: Matt

Name: s******

Email: *****************@gmail.com

Subject: hi im s******, looking for a man(im under 30)

Message:

dear matt, nice to meet you, my name is s******. i am not a feminist but i would say my political views lean to the left, however that is besides the point. i am 27 and newly single after a six year relationship with a man very much like the men your blog is designed to target. as i mentioned, im not really the type myself but for whatever reason i find it a massive turn on. i think most women do they are just too afraid or prideful to admit it. anyway if you know any nice men of this mindset who are looking for a girl happy to stay home and be a homemaker, fuck and blow job daily and happily play role if a woman and are im the *** ****** area, please let me know! pictures available,serious inquiries only, willing to relocate..please. i am very polite and love sex, but ive only had two partners so im not incredibly experienced at it. thanks!"

Less than 20 minutes later, she sent me another email:

"To: Matt

Name: s******

Email: *****************@gmail.com

Subject: hi im s******, looking for a man(im under 30)

Message:

hi matt, this is s****** again, im not sure if my other message sent, as i am really bad at computers. anyway ive been reading through your blog as i am out of town visiting family,and not much to do. Just finished the story about why you lie after sex, and it got me so turned on and wet. the part about you.cumming all over her face especially, that was so hot

I have been so lonely since my breakup and desperately want a man like you to repetedly fuck me in my mouth and use me for a cum dumpster. I want a right wing man to stangle me and shove a maasive hard cock in my mouth and just hold my head there with his dick really deep down.my throat and just start to piss in my mouth and all over my face. i know its dirty, and i know its awfully weird to be telling you this,and for that im sorry...i rarely do this and hardly ever use computer, im bad at it..but like i said i will send pictures if you want, looking to be someones dirty fuck toy and cum.dumpster,please help thank you, s******"

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I didn’t write that article.

Where do you even start with something like this? I was no stranger to groupies at this point; several months prior to publishing Why I Lie, a woman cucked her boyfriend by luring me into banging her on their futon while he was sleeping in the other room. The previous month, I’d met up with an overweight single mother in Cleveland who’d nearly crushed my dick when she was on top. But I’d never been propositioned like this before; even the former woman had kept plausible deniability by waiting until we were alone at a bar before she started groping me like a lecherous schoolteacher. Add in the bizarre misspellings and grammar mistakes (e.g. hardly ever use computer) and my alarm bells were ringing like a church on Easter.

I responded in the most noncommittal way possible:

Send me a picture of yourself holding up a sign that says Matt Forney is Awesome" so I know you’re not a dude.

Matt"

That’s my standard response to women who email me out of the blue. Up until that point, none of them had taken me up on the offer.

She replied back a few hours later:

ok so I just got home and took some photos for you..first I wrote the sign you wanted but it may be backwards bc it was yn the mirror

My inbox started blowing up. The first email she sent had a pic of her standing in her bathroom holding up the sign as requested. She was wearing leopard-print underwear and her polka-dotted bra was pulled slightly askew for a nip slip:

so here’s one with the sign you wanted sir but it might be backwards

She wasn’t bad-looking; not a bombshell, but she was skinny and cute enough, and she had put on some eyeshadow for the camera. I opened the next email:

started having more fun was thinking of you cumming on my face and not letting me wipe it off and just cumming on me over and over and fucking me hard in the mouth

There were two pics of her in this one, both topless, with her angling the camera in order to give me the best possible view of her tits. I clicked on the next email:

dear sir, since it was hard to read the sign I just wrote what you wanted on my body, I’m sorry I may have spelled it wrong I just noticed I’m not a good speller I’m sorry of you want I can do it again

This one had five pics, all close-ups of her breasts, under which she had written Matt Farney [sic] is Awesome with a marker. In one of them, she had pulled her panties down for a crotch reveal. I opened the final email:

Dear sir,heres some more photos,I can send you morr if you want, or I can give you my number if you ever want someone to fuck or set me up with someone who will fuxk me good really I just want you to tell me I’m you dirty cum dumpster whore and tell me how you will cum all over me, tell me my place is on my knees unless you want me on all fours, slap me in the face with your cock and fuck me in the mouth and piss my mouth, in my pussy on my face then xum all over me and all over my face I will literally do whatever you tell me to I will suck your cock all day everyday please just cum on my face please fuck me in my mouth

This email had five more pics, three of which were tit shots. The remaining two were close-ups of her pussy. She had scrawled Matt’s Cum Dumpster just above a tuft of pubic hair, revealing shaving scars and her massively swollen clitoris.

I was speechless. Clearly, she was down to fuck, but she was also clearly crazier than…well, the other groupies I’d dealt with. She also lived not too far from where I was staying at the time. I thought, Man, if I bang this chick, I’m gonna owe Nameless Writer a beer.

I crossed the Rubicon with my next email:

Heh, you certainly went the extra mile. Give me your number and I’ll text you sometime.

Matt

She replied a few hours later:

ok I’m glad you liked them, I mean, I hope you liked them..I always try to go the extra miles. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I really hope you can help me, I just really need to find a real man who will show me my place, I am very willing and good at being submissive. it is the most fulfilling thing in the whole world.. but I just don’t know how to find someone, what do you think? How do you think women should be treated? and do you think I am a whore? I don’t know what is wrong with me.. every since I read your writings it is all I can think about, whatever I’m doing all I can think of is you blowing loads of cum on my face. I have never had this kind of overwhelming feelings before

My response:

"S******,

I think I can help you out. You’re kinda cute and interesting, if a little forward. Also, I’m not too far away from where you live. Like I said, give me your number and we can talk some more.

Matt"

And that’s where the story ends, because she never got back to me.

I still wonder what happened to her. Did her parents discover that she was having a meltdown and take her phone away? Was she off her meds that day and realized the horror of what she’d done the morning after? Did she jill off to the thought of me cumming on her face repeatedly and decided it wasn’t such a great idea after she got the poison out?

I didn’t hear from Richard Power again until just before Christmas 2017, when he contacted me telling me about Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert and asking if I wanted to publish it. I told him the story and this was his reply:

…You know, in the porn industry, women often send photos of themselves and their measurements to casting calls, get accepted, and then decline. They do it just to see if they would make the cut; they don’t actually want to ‘do it.’ Something tells me this chick is the same sort of deal. She just wanted to see if she could interest you in fucking her, but didn’t really want to.

I guess I’ll never know the answer.

That’s Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: the kind of work that inspires crazy women to mail nude selfies to random men. Power’s prose infects you like a virus, his deep clarity and uncompromising honesty penetrating your soul. I once described his work as "Bukowski for the