Peckerchunk Ties Up Dead Girlfriend, Takes Her To Poundtown Because She Won’t Have Sex With Him So It Might Wake Her Up
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We’ve seen a lot of insanity out of Connecticut, but I’m pretty sure Aaron Graser is far and away the most putrid human being the Constitution State has to offer. This is one time that I desperately hope my assumption is correct. From the Hartford Courant:
Dozens of times a day across Connecticut, prosecutors give judges a thumbnail version of a crime as defendants plead guilty.
On Tuesday at Superior Court in Danielson, that routine recitation caused a bit of a stir as Aaron Graser, 39, pleaded guilty to fourth-degree sexual assault and violation of probation.
Graser, the prosecutor told the judge, “had sex with a woman who had expired.”
At the word “expired,” several heads snapped as lawyers and defendants waiting for their cases to be called turned to watch, listen more closely, and eyeball Graser.
For his crimes, Graser was sentenced to a year in prison, but was spared placement on the state’s sex offender registry after the judge found “registration is not required for public safety based upon the facts in this case.”
The case began in January, when Willimantic police received a 911 call about an unresponsive woman. Officers arrived and found heroin and needles near the woman and tried without success to revive her. A medical examiner would later tell police the woman was dead before anyone called 911.
The woman was Graser’s girlfriend, and a detective began to question him as others examined the scene inside the apartment. A detective spotted ligature marks on the woman’s wrists and ankles. And Graser wondered aloud to a detective whether they suspected his arrest months earlier for choking the woman could be relevant.
So Graser began to talk. He told detectives he found his girlfriend, unresponsive and tried to wake her up. She was sitting and hunched over on their bed, and heroin and drug paraphernalia were on her lap.
“Aaron stated that he laid the victim down the bed and he rubbed her sternum,” according to the warrant for his arrest. “Aaron stated he listened to see if the victim was breathing and he heard gurgling. Aaron stated he knew the victim hated having sex with him so he figured that the victim might wake up if he had sex with her.”
Questioned further, Graser admitted to detectives that he tied the woman’s ankles and wrists to bed posts “because it was a fetish of his.” After he finished, he untied her, put her pants on and called in his neighbor, a former paramedic who later told police she believed the woman had been dead for a couple of hours.
An autopsy determined that the woman was dead when Graser had sex with her. The ligatures were the key. Had the woman still been alive, there would have been bruises under her skin. No bruises meant no blood was flowing at the time, the medical examiner told police, according to the warrant. As for the gurgling Graser said he heard, that could have been decomposition gases escaping the woman’s body, an investigator from the medical examiner’s office told police.
There are so many things wrong with this story, but at least now we know for certain that the justice system in Connecticut is no better than in Massachusetts. This is Aaron Graser:
It took him just 39 years to get this old. Amazing. Maybe that’s why he thought he could raise the dead with his with Magic Johnson. So let me try to understand this human toilet’s thought process. He gets home from a long day of pan handling and finds his girlfriend dead with his stash in her decaying lap. Naturally, he goes for the drugs because he just doesn’t need this kind of drama, so he wants a fix and some time to process. As he grabs the disease-laden kit, his hand brushes her nipple and she falls on her back. This is the most willing she’s ever been to let him stick his needle in her, so he starts rubbing her decomposing lady lumps. He hears grumbling sounds, and somehow this leads him to tie her up for good measure. The next 14 seconds are a blur of passion. Get her dressed, call the neighbor, order a pizza.
I don’t know which is worse; banging a dead chick because you’re so rotten that you know there’s a very real possibility it will be your last time having sex, or finding a chick that you believe is in the process of dying from an overdose, and doing anything other than immediately calling for help and trying to save their life. Because I don’t care how much of a drug-addled shitbag he is, I’m not buying his excuse. There’s no way this rotten prick actually believed his most under-used body part has healing power.
In the very unlikely event that he actually believed she was alive, there are some serious issues I feel are being ignored. Since that was his claim in court, that is how he should be charged. So first of all, I’m no interweb lawyer, but I’m relatively certain that tying up someone who is incapacitated in order to have non-consensual sex falls somewhere in the kidnapping family. And I am one hundred percent certain that having non-consensual sex is rape. I feel like that’s gotta be at least a couple decades of “being revived” in D block. But he got a year.
The charge was fourth-degree sexual assault of a corpse. Sounds like a sex crime, right? So you’d think he’d at least have to register as a sex offender, but no. Because apparently “registration is not required for public safety based upon the facts in this case.” Are you kidding me?! I don’t understand the lax sentencing that’s all too common in New England. Call me old fashioned, but I feel like if you commit a crime you should be punished accordingly. But then again, I think the sentence for attempted murder should be greater than the sentence for murder. Just because you’re incompetent doesn’t mean you should get a break. Just like Aaron the Awakener. He basically attempted to kidnap and rape someone, but they were dead so he gets a break because he failed.
His Facebook page is amazing too, and based on the things he posts, it was probably only a matter of time until he made sweet, passionate, consensual BDSM to a corpse in order to try to wake her up from the dead:
Technically it’s not killing if they’re already dead.
There’s a fine line between kinky and necrophilia Aaron. Just sayin.
I’ll tell you what’s a better love story than Twilight – a junkbox whose junkbox girlfriend was so repulsed by him that she permanently banned his cervix scraper from her tampon tunnel, so he waited until she overdosed, and had nonconsensual sex with her in order to see if she was still alive.
He also doesn’t like criminals:
Even though he is one.
He believes that women should not be treated like pieces of meat:
But in his defense, he never actually ate her.
And I guess he had good reason to have sex with her while dead:
Yea, her corpse might’ve moved on to the hobo living under the bridge if he didn’t tie her up and make sweet, passionate love to her.
Not that this is relevant, but he has 167 Facebook friends. The crime occurred eleven months ago, and 167 people have elected to remain FB friends with a guy who tied up and banged his girlfriend’s corpse. If any of my FB friends are reading this I want you to know that no matter how tight you think we are, I will unfriend you if you pull some shit like this. I wish I could unfriend Connecticut.