Project Blue
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- Dec 12, 2024
I've been reading this thread for around a year now, registered just now to post. A fire has been boiling in my stomach and my mouth has been clamped shut. I'm about to burst. I used to be a degenerate socdem breadtube-loving trans-inclusionary libtard. This experience has altered my life.
My brother has been living as a "girl" for years now and my family marches along with it.
My brother has been failed by everyone around him. I didn't realize he was being groomed until it was too late, and in many ways I even encouraged it. My family supports him to his face, but behind his back they all admit the obvious; He WNBAW. His transition into a "girl" awoke me to this fucking madness we find ourselves in. There's nothing falacious about the slippery slope. Biology is immutible. The family is sacred. Weimar is now.
COVID starts. My brother begins to spend a lot of time on Discord- I assumed it was just Among Us and Minecraft. Then he comes out as non-binary. I give the canned response I was programmed to: "That's okay Brother, as long as you're Happy!!! :-)" ... but... maybe he's just lost without IRL friends, so I introduced him to my best friend. Get him out of his room, we can all hang out together.
Big mistake. My friend is a pooner.
Within a couple months, my brother comes out as a girl to my family behind my back: "Blank is my deadname!" When I learn from another family member, I completely dissassociate.
What?! Even to libtard me this was a shock, not MY brother?? I know him. I began researching. ALL GOOGLE RESOURCES TELL YOU TO SWALLOW THE PILL and "Accept your New Beautiful Sister! :-)" and "Be glad SHE felt comfortable enough to tell you about her TRUE SELF". My favorite from a co-worker: "You're really transphobic for questioning her true identity :-( Sad how many disgusting people there are still around". I was dealing with a feeling equivilant to grief and all the resources and gay fucking therapists and experts say "It's such a BEAUTIFUL THING :-)!! Medically transition now!! Sterlize yourself!!"
I find out my pooner best friend suggested estrogen to him behind my back. Cut her off like she cut off her tits.
My final step towards peaking was Giggly Goonclown and the egg-cracking theory: "They don't reproduce by having children, they reproduce by grooming other peoples children into their beliefs for sexual/power gratification". Everything clicked: all the Discord freaks I had encountered, the older gay teachers in school, the trannies who yearn for "days of lost girlhood" and obsess over childish media... and now my pooner friend:
THEY'RE FUCKING PEDOPHILE GROOMERS
This realization hit me like a 2-ton SUV. They got him. At that point, there was little I could do. I was living away from home, I reached out to him and planned outdoor things for us to do. I tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, to be let into his world and try to pull my brother from the muck and mire of a destructive death cult. At the same time, reevaluating my life, my friends, and all my core beliefs. But, with my parents supporting him through gritted teeth, I had limited power. I was dismissed and constantly shoved away. I wasn't strong enough to save my brother. If I had prepared, if I had noticed, if I had been a better masculine influence earlier, this could have been prevented. When you lose family to death, you're allowed to greive. When you lose family to the regime, you must fall in line with the regime.
Now he lives far away in another city in a puppy-play polycule with troons almost a decade older than him. Just now, I discovered that he still talks to that pooner. I can't even get a text back.
It's over.
My brother is dead. He's made the choice to kill himself in slow motion and all I can do is watch, knowing the part I played.
My brother has been living as a "girl" for years now and my family marches along with it.
My brother has been failed by everyone around him. I didn't realize he was being groomed until it was too late, and in many ways I even encouraged it. My family supports him to his face, but behind his back they all admit the obvious; He WNBAW. His transition into a "girl" awoke me to this fucking madness we find ourselves in. There's nothing falacious about the slippery slope. Biology is immutible. The family is sacred. Weimar is now.
COVID starts. My brother begins to spend a lot of time on Discord- I assumed it was just Among Us and Minecraft. Then he comes out as non-binary. I give the canned response I was programmed to: "That's okay Brother, as long as you're Happy!!! :-)" ... but... maybe he's just lost without IRL friends, so I introduced him to my best friend. Get him out of his room, we can all hang out together.
Big mistake. My friend is a pooner.
I will live with the regret of keeping her around for a long time. I only remained friends with her out of immense pity and twisted sense of loyalty. I tried in vain to help her from her psychosis (not even the trans shit, just everyday life struggles). I met her very young, when she was still happy and bubbly. For a long time she was a genuinely good friend, then she transitioned into a selfish, spiteful "man". Her misery would often drag me down but I told myself that's what good friends do. I stuck by her side hoping for a return to the 'good ol' days'. It never came and never will. Testosterone ruined her life.
Within a couple months, my brother comes out as a girl to my family behind my back: "Blank is my deadname!" When I learn from another family member, I completely dissassociate.
What?! Even to libtard me this was a shock, not MY brother?? I know him. I began researching. ALL GOOGLE RESOURCES TELL YOU TO SWALLOW THE PILL and "Accept your New Beautiful Sister! :-)" and "Be glad SHE felt comfortable enough to tell you about her TRUE SELF". My favorite from a co-worker: "You're really transphobic for questioning her true identity :-( Sad how many disgusting people there are still around". I was dealing with a feeling equivilant to grief and all the resources and gay fucking therapists and experts say "It's such a BEAUTIFUL THING :-)!! Medically transition now!! Sterlize yourself!!"
I find out my pooner best friend suggested estrogen to him behind my back. Cut her off like she cut off her tits.
My final step towards peaking was Giggly Goonclown and the egg-cracking theory: "They don't reproduce by having children, they reproduce by grooming other peoples children into their beliefs for sexual/power gratification". Everything clicked: all the Discord freaks I had encountered, the older gay teachers in school, the trannies who yearn for "days of lost girlhood" and obsess over childish media... and now my pooner friend:
THEY'RE FUCKING PEDOPHILE GROOMERS
This realization hit me like a 2-ton SUV. They got him. At that point, there was little I could do. I was living away from home, I reached out to him and planned outdoor things for us to do. I tried, and tried, and tried, and tried, to be let into his world and try to pull my brother from the muck and mire of a destructive death cult. At the same time, reevaluating my life, my friends, and all my core beliefs. But, with my parents supporting him through gritted teeth, I had limited power. I was dismissed and constantly shoved away. I wasn't strong enough to save my brother. If I had prepared, if I had noticed, if I had been a better masculine influence earlier, this could have been prevented. When you lose family to death, you're allowed to greive. When you lose family to the regime, you must fall in line with the regime.
Now he lives far away in another city in a puppy-play polycule with troons almost a decade older than him. Just now, I discovered that he still talks to that pooner. I can't even get a text back.
It's over.
My brother is dead. He's made the choice to kill himself in slow motion and all I can do is watch, knowing the part I played.
There are so many details I can't devulge further fearing my PL. All of this is so obvious in hindsight and writing this is humiliating, but I had to say it somewhere. Thank you Kiwifarms for being a void to scream into. I hope everyone in this thread understands that you can't be friends with or date troons. They are like little Frankenstein's Monsters ready to breach captivity. They WILL come for everything and anyone you love. They RELISH that fact and find sick pleasure having power over your lives. I promise you, all those currently stuck in relationships with a troon: THEY KNOW THEY'RE HURTING YOU, PART OF THEM LIKES IT. A chaotic spirit animates them that exists to pervert all that is good. Nothing is off limits. The boundaries draw their attention.
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