6 Realities When Your Creepy Fetish Lands You In Prison

It doesn't look particularly crazy on the outside, but that's because we had to crop all the pictures of naked people pretending to be bloody murder victims.

A look at the "Groups" page gives you a better idea of what DFN's about: "formicophilia" (that is, feeling insects inside your orifices), "preparation for execution by female executioner," "oven baked girl" ... stuff that would show up in other people's nightmares.

Valle's particular fetish lay more in the "oven baked girl" side of the spectrum, although he insists he's more into the whole bondage aspect of preparing someone to be cooked than in the actual cooking. And again, to be clear, this was all in the form of stories fetishists told each other while wanking -- no one involved really purchased a huge oven.

" had my few people I enjoyed the role plays with," says Valle. "They were stories that dragged out over weeks. In 45 minutes, we'd plow through a scene ... this wasn't every single night, it was every three or four days ... we'd both pick up where we left off, or start another story with another woman's picture as the character."

Ah, the pictures -- that would be the part that landed Valle in jail. See, these role-playing games began with photos of women (guys usually need a face for their fantasies), and Valle made the very bad and gross decision to use pictures of real women he knew, including female acquaintances and his own wife.

"here were people posting Facebook pictures of women they knew in their real lives and going, 'What would you do with them?' so I did the same thing ... I didn't provide personal information, except first names ... It was just visual stimulation for me and the other person."

To make it worse, these weren't just fantasies about cooking and eating these real women ... they were fantasy planning sessions about how to go about capturing, cooking, and eating them. You can imagine how this looked, and hell, you may be wondering why he isn't still locked up.

But being incredibly creepy on the internet is not a crime, and it's not hard to prove that that's all it was. Valle would brag about his human-sized oven (which, again, he did not own) and his secret house in the mountains (which no fucking New York Cop has), and he and his partners would set dates for when they'd carry out these abductions -- all of which passed without any of said abductions occurring.

Of course, when Valle's wife stumbled upon the chat transcripts, it still absolutely looked like he was planning her murder. She (quite understandably) took his child and left, then called the FBI.

They did not "get it." Valle talked with the feds for four hours, a meeting he describes as "very cordial." At least, it was cordial right up until his interrogator said, according to Valle, "You're being charged with conspiracy to commit kidnapping." He then added, "I'm going to talk to the U.S. attorney and let them know we're not talking with the big bad wolf here, y'know we'll figure this out ... "

SPOILER: He was lying. Also, was the Big Bad Wolf really the best fairy tale comparison to make? The witch from Hansel and Gretel would've been way more appropriate. Anyway, they then sprang the rest of their evidence on him: They had pulled cell tower metadata showing Valle had been near one of the women he chatted about abducting and eating. "ll of a sudden, he said, 'Alright, we get it, we get it ... but the day after one of the chats, we have you on her block.'"

Wait, are we sure this guy isn't a serial killer?

But it does get less damning on examination. First, Valle was still a cop at the time, and on the day in question, he had been assigned to work that part of town. Second, saying he was "on her block" was greatly exaggerating how this tracking technology works. If you've seen a movie in which some high-tech spy organization tracks someone via their cellphone, you might think that cell tower data can tell the feds not only which seat you're in at Taco Bell, but also how many layers are in the burrito you're eating. The reality is less impressive.

For example, in 2002, a woman named Lisa Roberts was arrested for murder. The case against her hinged on the fact that cell tower data put her near the body shortly before it was discovered. But it turned out that particular tower picked up calls from as far as 20 miles away. Roberts' case was thrown out ... after she'd served 12 years in prison.

When pressed during pretrial hearings in Valle's case, the prosecution backed off the claim that they could put him a few doors down, but still insisted he was "in the vicinity" of the woman (and again, he was in the vicinity for work). It didn't matter; the evidence that locked him up consisted of those chat logs, a detailed document on his computer titled "Abducting and Cooking," Google searches for stuff like "how to abduct a girl," and the fact that he did abuse his cop powers at one point: he searched a police database for another woman he had roped into his fantasy life.

Again, you can't blame a jury for thinking this guy should not be out in society. But of all of the stuff in the above paragraph, only the last one is in breach of any actual rules (using the police database for personal reasons, though cops apparently do this all the time).

Valle was found guilty and the case became a media sensation. The New York tabloids jumped on the "Cannibal Cop" angle with both feet. Kind of hard to blame them. It's a goddamned Cannibal Cop! Nobody can ignore that. Hell, you clicked on this, didn't you?

Valle's neighbor knocked on the wall and asked if he'd read it. When Valle said yes, the guy told him, "Hey, I didn't really see any crime here." That was the first time someone besides Valle's lawyers and family had professed a belief in his innocence.

Eventually, he did make it into the general population, and rather than being shivved, " had a lot of support there. And when you juxtapose that with the police department, it was kinda surprising. Obviously, prison wasn't a good time, but I was able to survive in there in large part because of all the support I got from other inmates. The first few hours, it was clear everyone kinda knew who I was."

Valle eventually got a job running the prison kitchen. The New York Daily News covered this with exactly as much tact as you'd expect:

So to most of the world, Valle was either a laughingstock or a boogeyman. But inside the prison, well, people were a little less judgy. "It took a couple days, but somebody finally was sitting at one of the tables, reading a book ... the guy next to me was eating lunch, and all of a sudden he said, just out of nowhere, 'Keep fighting, you're gonna win.'"

That kept happening. Valle says it didn't take inmates long to determine that he didn't belong there. "ore people kept coming up like, 'Hey you'll be alright. Keep fighting, just stay strong' ... I really needed that to get through each day."

It would take nearly two years behind bars before the legal system came to the same conclusion.

His attorney hammered home how poorly the fantasy aligned with reality. For example, she pointed out that none of Valle's fantasy chats referenced his job as a cop, or the fact that he had a gun and handcuffs. If he was really planning a kidnapping/murder with these people, he'd probably mention at least the gun alongside the giant oven. And on appeal, in 2014, this argument worked.

The ridiculous thing is that the FBI always believed most of the planning sessions were role play -- they wrote off 20ish of the chats as harmless fantasy. But they then picked out three chats that they decided strayed into criminal conspiracy, for reasons that were never clear.

The federal judge who granted his appeal even said: "There was no evidence that Agent Walsh or any of the other members of the prosecution team had any specialized training or experience that would render them particularly competent to distinguish between 'real' and 'fantasy' chats." After all, the chats the feds wrote off as fantasy included elements like real names, locations, and dates, while the ones they decided were real included the dumb cartoonish bullshit like giant rotisseries to cook people with. It was an arbitrary distinction.

Valle was finally sent home on 12 months' probation for violating the Computer Fraud and Abuse act, a law used to prosecute hackers. That was based on his using the police database to look up information on one of the women he was allegedly planning to eat-murder. The prosecutors argued that since he was using a computer program in an unauthorized way, he basically was hacking. That conviction was overturned on his second appeal, since, creepy or not, as a cop he was "authorized" to use the database, and that's not what that law is even for.

So justice served, right? Well ...

But this is also a cautionary tale about indulging in kinks in the Internet Age. As Valle points out, this couldn't have happened 30 years ago. Without the web's magical ability to let people with freaky desires congregate, fantasies like this would stay in your head and/or personal diary. Today, people not only have a platform to express their kinks, but are also encouraged to do so. It's a powerful thing -- the self-loathing and guilt melts away in the face of a roomful of like-minded people who "get it." It is, to use a phrase everyone hates these days, a "safe space."

But that safety is an illusion; these people are happily sharing terrifying fantasies that would ruin their lives with a single copy-paste. For example, do you know what it's like trying to get a job when a Google search of your name turns up page after page of results about you being a murderous pervert cannibal? Just ask ol' Gil!

"I got called in for an interview with AFLAC. The guy obviously had no idea who I was, so I killed it during the interview. Really wowed him. He hired me on the spot. A few days later, I get a phone call. He said basically, 'Oh, your app was put on review, and I'm sorry to tell you but we can't hire you.'"

Yeah, when the AFLAC guy punched in his name, he even got a little Google module summarizing Gilberto Valle's infamy for anyone too lazy to click on the many headlines:

Still, they strangely weren't worried about the cannibalism stuff. "He said, 'Well, we looked up your record ... it was the improper use of the police database. That's still on your record, and this is a job where you would be on the computer some of the time. So we can't hire you because of that.'"

Then there's the fact that "Cannibal Cop Convicted" was a massive story, but "Cannibal Cop Quietly Released On Appeal" was not. Those who find out he's free assume he either served his sentence or got out on a technicality. "hey'll say, 'Oh my god, how the hell is he out of prison? He was stalking women' ... that's not true."

If you read New York tabloids, this is probably the most recent article you saw about Valle:

Before you ask or, Christ forbid, read that article, yes, it contains roughly one cooking pun per sentence. The story behind this is that, now a free man, Valle was looking to date and started an account on Match.com ("I was single and kind of lonely ..."). Within a couple of days, he had reporters waiting outside his house, trying to get one more clickable headline out of the infamous Cannibal Cop:

And Valle was oddly okay with that. "They kinda blew me up, obviously ... but it was like an article that made fun, not 'Oh my god, look at what this monster's doing.' This is an article that was making fun of me, so I was fine with it, really."

When you're destined to go down in history as a Cannibal Cop, that's about the best you can hope for.

If you want to know the whole story of the Cannibal Cop, Gil's co-written a book about his life and you can pre-order it now! Robert Evans also has a book, where he experiments with the insane drugs our ancestors used to use.

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