Well – powerleveling my life situation/state at the time; I was on and off homeless, -severely- sleep deprived for quite some length, depressed and kind of went through hell and back in accumulations of…quite some shit, to say the least. I basically moved from quite a ways afar and to Bellingham, WA to start fresh/get away from some extremely toxic/dangerous individuals that kind of put myself on the line.
On the second day after settling into my new subleased room - I was greeted with a note etched with an anthro character of sorts (and
Fat Nick doodled on - ope) - I finally met/ran into my (then) new roommate; he seemed to be a little oddly hyperconfident and overly complimentary – which kind of sets alarms off for me on the back of my head; but for the sake of politeness/passivity/courtesy/avoiding confrontation (and some self doubt as well – in case it was mere paranoia) – I kind of just let things be. Didn’t want to blow off the elusive/difficult opportunity of getting into housing either.
He offered to show off and give me a significant bulk/portion of his wardrobe + papers to take a shift management position at one of his prior workplaces and for some apartment in downtown. (As time went by living with him; he was also constantly either dropping off free food he managed to prop up either from work/outside sources – and when he started working at a marketplace near the house; would even leave bags of leftovers from the deli/food department.) All of this shit seemed weird/lovebomby as fuck – acting like some soulmate best friend despite barely knowing eachother.
I insisted not to take anything – but he just kind of kept barraging at things. I accepted most of it at the end of things – but one thing he pulled was a – err, some Rocky Horror Picture-looking femboy fishnet whatever-the-fuck-thing. I really insisted turning that down; and just pinned this was just some kind of memeish joke- but he indeed finally turned it down in the end.
He did seem a little cool in some ways at first – particularly much of his taste in music & his background (He’s a drummer, told me that he has a zappasperg dad, his mother being an oldhead punk; hence inheriting much of his taste that we kind of share) – on top of his chanlord humor and referentials.
Anyways – he powerleveled off the spot – that he is a fellow kiwifarmer, a furfag [myself admittedly/shamefully having a passive/arm’s length association with the fandom] (and – major whammy, a little too far out from my ballpark…a /pol/tard and an /x/ schizo.) There were many concerning…expressions, cues of his – that kind of weirded me out/ticked things off –
seemed as if he was unconsciously projecting - locked on laser style style that he thought I was autistic (PL - I am indeed a clinically diagnosed spectrumite/monglord); and playing all these jokes/expressions assuming that I was naïve/gullible (ie. ‘hurrdurr, look at this tardo – probably won’t tell that I am trying to make fun of/bully him/coerce him into anything.’)
Other notable bullet points of things approximating around this timeframe:
>he mentioned that he started a band of neo nazi musicians (from back when he still lived in Texas) – showed video footage from his phone of band practice/rehearsal with them; and going on about ‘making love’ – in some wannabe-antagonistic tone/demeanor.
>Constantly negged me – but couldn’t take what he dished out. He breaks down over statements of mine that he takes offense to – to the point of having to drum aggressively drum for extensive amounts of time to let it out. Kind of affirms some level of fragility on his end here.
>On top of all the creepy showering me in compliments, gifts, clothes and all – he also asked/offered to help clean/maintain my room. Umm.
>Invited me to join a private furry related discord server (I believe it was called Lounge-182?) – I told him that it is fine; and while I am not too fond of degeneracy; and with degenerate sensations are a given among furry communities – I am willing to join given that the sexual aspects are consensual and confined to a separate channel. He ‘affirmed’ that both are the cases; but that was bullshit – as the admin was re-occuringly performing creepyPMs tier sexual roleplay on me & others, on the main/general channel - without asking/any consent. Other suspect things about the server are that the minimum age required to join was 16 – and a presence of Cub porn in one of the NSFW channels.
>Taking random shit that I say in conversation out of context/twisting them– like while we were discussing furcows and random morbid/degenerate sensations among furries; I mentioned how it is something of a nasty/weird trope for a bulk of artwork depicting furries smoking weed to have smoke resemble farts in other art – alluding to, you know – fill in the blank. And he would assblast me with this expression of disgust and tell me how ‘gross’ I am for ‘being into farts’. I recall once stopping by at the local market place he was working at; leaving his bag of leftovers for that day – he was pointing at me with some of his coworkers – whom of which were staring at me in absolute shock. And I wonder what slander was going on there? The aforementioned might have had something to do with it?
>Insisted, to the dismay of my boundaries (and despite the very fact that he –knows- that I bloody fucking hate/despise 100 gecs & hyperpo[o]p music) – to give me his 100 gecs hat he owned, while specifically stating the price of it. It was fucking obscenely expensive, like pushing/past 100 fucking dollars, if memory serves right? What kind of retard spends that amount on a hat?; let alone on some shitty zoomer tucute neu-crunkcore meme band that is almost practically/inevitably due for a #MeToo in the near future by vibe alone. Seems like he was just trying to flex + signal/pull some ‘dominant’ move on me.
Many times whenever I would hang out in his room to chat – either inquiries/communication regarding house stuff/maintenance – or general chilling/showing videos/music/chit chat – he commonly be in whatever weird/skeezy lewd uniform he had and would do suggestive poses and unwanted sexual advances – and, in one such instance - once I finally told him to ‘put something on’ while he took most everything off aside from his underwear and seductively posed on his bed – he insisted ‘hey man, come on – it’s just underwear’ – as opposed to, you know, sensibly respecting the other person’s boundaries.
Some other succeeding night - after bottling up my feelings/suspicions with the cap of self-doubt and finally further processing the dynamic and all + looking over red flags/other analytical crapola - I finally had to tell this guy off bluntly and aggressively, to fuck right off with his bullshit antics, creepiness and to mind my boundaries. Guess what this was met with?
A massive bitchfit; decided to smear/frame/slander me as a big ol’ meanie homophobe to the landlord. Said landlord/houseowner blew up my texts the following morning; initially commenting that he brought up to Nero 'about how weird it is that a full grown man in his 20’s was living like a teenager in the house all day with no job’ (TBH - kind of ironic getting aggressively/condescendingly lectured about ‘maturity’ and ‘being adult’ by a man entering his mid 40’s still working at a Lowes, getting piss drunk late at night, audibly sharting himself and leaving smeared food/cake remnants and underwear slewn on the kitchen floor – for the pleasure of your tenets to see the following morning.) – called me a homophobe; and proceeded to threaten to kick me out of the lease unless I either get a job or be out of the house for at least (A certain specified amount of hours per week?).
I had asked him – as I wanted to huddle up and clear things up in the midst of things, how was it that I was being homophobic? And myself specifying that I am bisexual as well. He didn’t pull anything up or clarified - just insisted over and over that Nero showed him all of our discord convos, and that I was being a homophobe. I even asked him to show me in specific – but instead just kept barraging/insisting at me ‘he showed me the screenshots, you’re a homophobe’ and that ‘Nero would never do such things.’ He also held against me how I keep ‘quarters unclean’ because there was spillage from sauce I left in the microwave – and went all bravado drill sergeant on my ass about that.
But anyways – for policy’s sake, on top of the fact that I had very limited fiscal/etc prospects and with scarce + inaccessible housing opportunities in my proximity there – it was a bit hard to get out of what I settled into and find some other source of housing. So – I kind of tried to compromise, the microwave mess was a completely valid bullet point, and on top of policy’s sake + convincing myself that I was probably being too dickish/going too far towards Nero at that moment, I just kind of gave into it.
I took off from the house as required throughout the days. Though bear in mind, this was in a relatively desolate, small and winding exurb/bedroom community (Sudden Valley) almost/roughly(?) a half an hour away from Bellingham – and in the midst of a COVID shutdown summer. I was on and off homeless for quite some time in town, so – I chose to abide to it and try to return to the prior mode of resilience.
(To note on our landlord; it was a little weird how this dude kept splitting at me over and over – melting down, threatening to kick me out over things like not cleaning up the microwave plate completely on time, or using the downstairs bathroom TP – then holding over the Nero blow up from before against me over and over and over again; aggressively acting like his guardian angel. Then once during a casual conversation while things were more calm, I recall bringing up how Nero was into MMA – and he abruptly interjected with “I bet I could beat the shit out of him” as if that was some random attack to his ego. Just seemed like personality wise - beyond being pretty nice for a bulk of the time; he would kind of 'spill' into one upper mode/act like of an egotist.)
Much of the events that came between this and when I finally took off from the lease were something of a blur – but here are some more conversational bits of Nero – ranging from subtly concerning/perhaps a little too vague - to outwardly…suspect:
>Talks shit about his associates and so called ‘close friends’ in the most vain ways; picking apart at their appearances/telling me how ‘ugly’ they are.
>Broke into my room once; to ‘leave my mail’ on my desk
>Asked me (in these exact words) if I had daddy issues
>Saw him walk in wearing a grim/skull balaclava/mask into the house once (as associated with neo nazis)
>Claimed that one of his best friends is a middle aged pedo who pretends to be a teenage girl online
>Claims that he relays vore pictures with his younger brother (who – at the time, was a preteen?)
>Claimed that he is sexually attracted to our landlord, sexualizes him as a ‘daddy dom father figure’ (on second thought; I kind of wonder if this statement was just ‘projecting’ how he perceived dynamic between myself and him [me – son, him – father] - with him creeping on me/acting in what seemed to be a ‘dominant/douchey’ way)
>While I was venting about an ex-housemate (who turned out to be a severely unstable, violent, manic, dirty alcoholic & finding out sometime later that he has a reputation as a sex fiend/groomer/predator – including one then-housemate vouching that he groomed and sexually assaulted her); and my personal frustrations over how sketchy Bellingham seems to be based on my experiences (full of creepy dudebros who prey on underaged girls) – he abruptly interjected with ‘like me? – just kidding!’
Anyways – what ‘ended’ my lease – I finished a laundry load and was going to put my load in the dryer – only to find Nero’s clothing in there, still wet. Guess I will admit that I did have my little tarddown in this moment; but anyways – I was calling up Nero’s name to take his stuff. I was super pissed and went tardtismo mode over the lack of answer and this little hog up of a situation. I knocked on his bedroom door repeatedly, calling his name – and in an angry tone as well/escalating and yelling as it went by. Yeah – I will own up to it, regardless of the root or my bottled stresses; I tardraged and handled this in the most emotionally immature way. Strike for me.
I opened the door to see if he was in there – and the landlord blew up on me via text. Same general verbal assault + blowing up on me to ‘get out of his room’ and antagonizing the fuck out of me. I vaguely recall kind of attempting to cool down the situation at hand initially – but losing my cool and lashing back at him verbally – and impulsively tossed my glass cup at him in a fit of rage on that whim.
It broke/shattered into pieces. Anyways, tumbling down from that ‘tismo tarddown and taking a breather – I had told him; hey – it’s on me, that was a shitty thing for me to do, and that I will have to own up to whatever this will lead me to. He called the police in retaliation; I had taken the naïve step of assuming that explaining and admitting everything in full honesty to police about what I did to the landlord + all the general big picture hubbub in the house would be the best course of action on all fronts. But – alas, as soon as I told them that I did indeed toss the cup at the landlord.
I was handcuffed; and the officers weren’t willing to reconsider the arrest and hear out the greater picture of what was going on in the house/general dynamics. 4th degree assault – first arrest in my life. The first and only accomplishment in my life. #Goals. One officer I spoke and explained to on car ride about being creeped on by Nero – and his response was “You’re an adult – a full grown man, you could’ve just left that lease”
But anyways - you know, I’m just going to radically accept that sometimes life is a little out there. It is what it is. Now laugh at me.
Anyways –take my word for it or not; my input here is if you happen to be an autard, a vulnerable damsel in distress or something adjacent; stay away from this guy. Major creeper/groomy vibes, judging by the pattern of things. He is known for saving face/being kindred on the PR department in the precense of most people on the surface level however, many folks that were acquainted with Nero told me that the things I told about him seemed out of character and that he seemed like a nice guy in general.
Any furries and musicians up in the Bellingham/the PNW should take notice/be wary – he is a very suspect individual. Might wanna refrain from potentially getting gro(y)ped by the groyper. Dude is also a gymbro/heavily involved in fitness/MMA scenes, pretty astoundingly tall as well if memory serves right – so he definitely has some potential to corner someone off.
As for you Nero, if you are reading this – I would suggest that you abstain/sporadically break away from whatever self-destructive schizo-wignat radical manosphere grift bullshit that you are entangled in – and find some kind of healthy outlet or some form of therapy.
That being said – I don’t know how much of your backstory/to what extent it holds true & how much of it is fabricated & I don’t have the juices/energy to piece anything together (claims of being ‘groomed online growing up and not fully realizing it’ and claims that his parents were abusive, negligent and treated you as an extension of themselves) - I would not put my trust in what is an obvious red flag showcase; but it would not surprise me that something escalated/traumatized you to the degree of being a manipulative, tryhard groyper edgelord.
If the story holds up – well here is the attention that your mommy & daddy never gave ya ; )
