So, yesterday, a ruse that one of my glinnerpilled tormentors sprung on me came into fruition, and fucked something important up for me. This was a long con started in Spring 2021, just waiting for me. Bravo to these dickheads for making something important much harder for me.
It’s mostly resolved by now, after an awkward conversation with a third party who had no reason to know anything about me, in which I had to explain, yeah, there are a lot of angry anti-trans people who have tried to fuck with me in a number of ways.
This was by no means the most hurtful—that was when they sent stolen photos of me and Danny having sex to my boss and my mother—but it was very embarrassing, because it involved someone with whom I had no prior relationship. And I kept having to explain my haters’ motives.
As I was doing so, I realized I felt defensive of these people. Like, the third party would say something like “oh, this sounds awful, these people sound horrible,” and I’d be like, “oh, yeah, I mean, they’re scared, and they think that people like me are a danger to them…”
Later, I was talking to one of my oldest friends about this strange feeling of defensiveness. I found their words so insightful and powerful. They suggested that in some ways I am in an abusive relationship with my trolls.
"one thing that is strange about this kind of thing is that I feel weirdly (but structurally) defensive of the people who do this shit to me
like they are embarrassing members of my family that are unfortunately visible but ultimately harmless
but that is not in fact the case"
"I think your public persona has been such an intimate one, that these actions take on aspects of intimate partner violence (where those protective dynamics tend to arise a lot)"
Anyway, dipping in for a moment in case this rings true for anyone else being targeted by trumpists and/or terfs. Now buggering off again—hope everyone is well. xo