Literally putting no thought into this, just going to start writing. Will probably forget some things. Hopefully it's fun to read, might devolve into a sob story with a lot of what the fuck moments.
So this all takes place throughout highschool. I've told these stories and most people just straight up don't believe them because they don't believe there could be THAT MANY crazy sjws in my life, but yeah. I guess I'll start from the beginning. There are a lot of characters and I'm not sure how to label them, so I'll go with what their tumblr pages listed as their sexual identities. PL=Polyamorous Lesbian, FP=Fat Pansexual, TG=(M to F) Transgender Guy, IL=Incestuous Lesbian, and RLG1-4=Random Lesbian Girls 1-4
So, when I first met all of these people, we were all really young, and I was really slow on the uptake of understanding what LGBT and SJWs were. From the start, I was friends with PL and FP.
FP was actually kind of abusive, she would punch me out of frustration and sometimes say kind of aggressive things, but I always wrote it off because she was also incredibly compassionate, and would do things like give everyone in class handmade Christmas presents. I also knew a lot of shit was going on in her home life. Crazy mom, physically disabled dad, mentally disabled sister. She also eventually made a conscious effort to curb her frustration and stop punching me, which I appreciated a lot. Unfortunately things would eventually deteriorate again, but more on that later.
PL I met a few years after being friends with FP. In comparison to FP, she was like my idol princess. I adored her, and just thought she was the coolest kindest most badass girl ever. I'd go over to her house every weekend where we'd play games and watch shows, and cuddle up with blankets and tea. Her family was pretty well off and not only did she have a huge house, she also had a whole separate sort of apartment building right next to it which we'd always hang out in. I seriously loved this girl (in a best friend way) and would have done anything for her, I felt like she saved me from a life of abusive friends and showed me what actual friendship was like. She ended up going to this other highschool, and me and FP visited her there once.
I got an incredibly weird vibe from this school. I'm not sure exactly what the deal with it was, it didn't seem to be a "special" school or anything like that, but it was known that a high number of students were autistic, and the classes had a very "support group" feel to them, with heavy emphasis on talking about feelings. It was also thought of as like an elite school for savants or something like that, I never really quite understood if it was a school for the mentally advanced or the mentally slow, perhaps both? But anyway, the takeaway is that the teachers and students were all incredibly hug-boxy. They all seemed to be very touchy to an insane degree, and a lot of them also seemed to have incredibly inflated egos about their intelligence. During one class, FP and I made some joke, I honest to god can't remember what it was, but I know it wasn't offensive at all, and we only said it very quietly to ourselves, and the room went DEAD silent. After the class was over, PL says the teacher and the other students were very upset about our "behavior". I was totally confused. I just kind of apologized and continued on.
Later that day PL introduces me to her friends, RLGs 1-4, and TG. TG is decked out in full steampunk cosplay. Cringey, but I had a HUGE thing for creative people that weren't afraid to be eccentric, so I was instantly intrigued by this guy.
RLGs 1-4 I don't pay much attention to, but I notice they are very clicky and keep constantly making very aggressive jokes that put down straight white guys, despite their supposed long term straight white male friend standing right next to them. (I have a theory that their lifelong downputting is what provoked this guy to transition and demonize himself but I'll get to that later.) When PL introduces me, I hear one say "Is that the painfully straight one?" and "Aw, that's so sad..." something about how being straight is so confining and something about how only idiot republicans/religious people refuse to go gay. This flies over my head. I assume PL is just friends with these people and not actually like this. BOY was I wrong.
Jumping forward through time a bit, I stay friends with PL and FP and become really good friends with TG. He even invites me to his house around Christmas time where we watch movies and take a midnight walk through his property where there's a greenhouse and pet sheep and I have an amazing time. FP has become a much better friend and we hang out a lot together. PL continues to be the light of my life. She hand inks me a gigantic scroll poster of all the characters from everything we ever watched together, and I literally drop to my knees and sob because it's the most adoring gift I've ever received. (I still have it hung over my bed to this day, could never get rid of it.)
Then one weekend I'm staying the night at PLs house like usual. I don't even really remember exactly what happened. She made some kind of move on me and I pushed her off a little more forcefully than I intended. Then things got kind of awkward and I was frankly confused and not even really sure of what just happened. She explains that she's gay. I totally don't even realize that it's me she's gay for, and I'm just kind of like oh, uh, okay. I just go back to late night talking with her as usual while we lay in her bed looking at the ceiling. At one point I ask her, "if you fell in love with a girl and a wizard suddenly turned her into a guy, would you still love her?" I meant this question completely innocuously, I think I was just trying to probe her mind and understand what exactly being gay is. Plus, I thought it would be no big deal as I've been asked the reverse of this question and I never saw anything weird about it. It was just the usual thought provoking questions talk.
She. Was. Livid. I didn't quite know it yet though. She just went completely silent on me and turned to face away. At first I didn't notice, then I was like, "Hey...what's wrong?", "Why won't you talk to me?", and eventually, nervously crying and being really concerned. I didn't know if she was having a depressive breakdown, or if she was mad at me, or what. It went on for hours and she wouldn't talk. She didn't want to come to dinner. I got so worried that I went and made her a plate of spaghetti and brought it to her, and tried to feed it to her asking if she would just tell me what was wrong and that I'd do anything. She pushed me away. I just sort of put the plate down and started pacing until I fell asleep. In the morning she still wouldn't talk to me, and when I left she didn't say goodbye. I went home and cried the whole day.
I start to hear whispers. On tumblr, and from RLGs 1-4. People are saying I'm a bigot that hurt PL. I'm completely confused and shocked. I'm thinking someone must have started this, it couldn't be her. TG is telling me that PL doesn't want to speak with me. I beg him to know what I did that's making people call me a bigot. He tells me PL said that I said "horribly offensive" things to her when she came out to me. I am devastated. I never intended to say anything like that. He also tells me that PL was so in love with me and that my rejection was harsh and destroyed her. Also, that she is now in a polyamorous relationship with two other lesbians. Apparently she got together with them the day after she asked me out which seemed odd to me because here I am being guilted and told how much PL LOVED ME and how DEVASTATED she was when I RUTHLESSLY rejected her. You'd think if she was so in love with me it probably would have taken her longer than a day to get together with two other backup girls but whatever lol.
I start really losing my mind with grief. I try to talk to FP about it, hoping she will give me some kind of sanity or closure and either tell me this has got to be some kind of miscommunication or that PL is blowing things way out of proportion. Instead, FP immediately rallies behind PL and tells me that I was incredibly wrong for asking her that question and for "rejecting her so harshly" in general. She adds more name calling of bigotry and "toxic" while not really explaining why. I go home now sobbing and feeling like an absolute monster and like everyone hates my guts. I go and try to have a civil conversation with PL but I started to lose it as my best friend is saying all these completely hurtful baseless things, and I ended up devolving into an angry sobbing mess, typing really hateful things to her, (none of which were derogatory towards her sexuality, I want to make that really clear. It was mostly things like "I can't believe I thought so highly of you, you narcissistic bitch!")
After this, the only people I talked to were TG, who was not exactly on my side but was fighting really hard for the gap between me and PL to be healed, and my boyfriend at the time who can really be summed up as "disappointing". He really didn't seem to care about everything happening to me, nor did he really seem to be considerate of my emotions at all. I had suspected he was on the autism spectrum and I was definitely not alone on that, so I tried to be really understanding of his inability to be emotionally supportive. That all changed when I found out FP fucked him. Actually not even fucked him, she let him give her oral and didn't reciprocate because she thought he was gross, and he still went for it. She obviously did it to hurt me, but I had absolutely no idea why she'd want to do that, as I still remained friendly with her after her siding with PL. I take a look at her tumblr blog. Holy. Fuck. I'll give you the cliffnotes of her many posts about me.
One, she claimed I stole from her. She left a copy of the shittiest sonic game on the planet at my house and I literally forgot it existed, but according to her post I "intentionally stole something valuable" from her. At first I thought she was straight up lying until someone told me she said it was her sonic game. I would have laughed out loud if I wasn't so sick with depression by this point.
She claimed I was a bigot, and racist because I was an artist and only drew white people. Not even true, btw.
A slew of horrible words like "toxic" "manipulative" and "unacceptable".
She claimed I took everything from her that she wanted. According to her, it wasn't her that fucked my boyfriend, it was I who stole the boy she liked away from her on purpose. Literally had no clue she liked the guy as he was a mutual friend and she never talked about it to me nor did I ever even really see her talking to him much.
She claimed I molested her. This was another thing I was dumbstruck to read, and had to have it explained by someone else. So like, yknow that thing in anime where the big chested girl brags about her big chest to the flat chested girl, and the flat chested girl gets jealous/mad and grabs the big chested girls boobs? We basically did that once, and she very clearly found it hilarious, bellylaughing the whole time. But no, apparently that was actually nonconsensual and sexual assault. She didn't bother explaining the situation or anything, just drops a "she molested me". More whispers.
Unrelated lots of flaming SJW posts about how "allies" shouldn't be included in LGBT because they "haven't really suffered like we've suffered", posts about how straight white men are evil, etc. But the scary thing is that it seemed like everyone around me no matter who I asked, was COMPLETELY siding with these girls without question, even my boyfriend, even random adults and teachers that I'd go to.
Interlude story- IL was this (self declared) slutty lesbian girl who was just kind of in the background of all this. I only talked to her a few times but wow was each conversation profoundly horrible. A few gems include: The time she told me she would so rape me if I cut my hair short and dyed it pink, which I wanted to do. Not after that. The time she told me about how she loved fucking this one girl, but that she had a very protective brother who would only let people fuck his sister if he was included in a threesome. Not traumatizing at all.
Back to the main- TG tries to bridge the gap between me and PL by organizing a hangout with RLGs1-4. Big mistake. They all constantly make passive aggressive remarks about how awful of a person I am. They quote the angry letter I left PL, like how I called her a narcissistic bitch, all the while TG is desperately trying to keep things upbeat and friendly. It was unbearable. Cried through most of it. Later in a skype chat TG makes a group chat and tries to get us all to talk things out. It's just a lot of PL attacking me. I write something to the effect of "I'm sorry, I'll just go. None of you will ever have to see me again." I meant this in an "I'm cutting contact" way, but apparently, PL took this as a suicide threat and called cops to my house. I told them this was totally false, but because I was a sobbing dejected mess, I wasn't very convincing. The officers were very kind and said that it was completely alright and they deal with false alarms all the time, and that I should probably tell "my friend" that I didn't mean it like that. My parents on the other hand were hysterical, degrading, and pissed at me. After dealing with them, I went to tell TG about it, and ended up receiving a ton of texts from the other girls about how toxic it is to "falsely threaten suicide", and that I'm "emotionally manipulating PL and they won't stand for it anymore". I threw my cell in a pond and never bothered getting another one.
I visit TG in that other school again. Everything's fine and fun, until while on lunch break (the kids were allowed to leave campus during lunch) I see PL strutting up the street with her hands in her pockets, flanked by two girls, her two new girlfriends. She loudly calls in a jovial, yet creepily confrontational voice "HEY myname!" TG then GRABS my arm and PULLS me across the street before the crosswalk light turns red, stopping them from following. I'm alarmed by how genuinely scared he looks and how hard he pulled me, and ask him what that was about. He wont say much, except that he's not going to try to encourage me to make up with PL anymore.
At this point the only person I talked to was TG. Somewhere along the lines he admits feelings for me. I reciprocate. Now, he had told me he was transgender before, but I hadn't really understood what it meant to him. To my knowledge he'd never talked about wanting surgery or wanting to be addressed with female pronouns, and I had kind of just assumed he was calling himself trans so that his bitchy friends couldn't be so mean to him. But as soon as I reciprocate feelings, he confesses that he does eventually plan to get the surgery and that he wants to be called by female pronouns. I'm a little taken aback, obviously. Moreover I'm just kind of confused about what my reaction should be. I try to open a conversation and ask him if this is because of all the bullying or if he has self hatred issues or body dysphoria. He admits to all of this, so naturally, my reaction is to try to convince him that he's perfect the way he is and doesn't need surgery or to change his identity. I like him exactly as he is, he doesn't need to hate his own body. He starts to accuse me of only liking him for his penis, and saying that PL was right about me. A lot of me pleading with him that that's not true and I just have conflicting feelings about supporting the whole trans thing, worrying that it's self destructive, but he's not having it. He just calls me toxic too. And again, everyone demonizes the shit out of me saying if I really liked him I'd be supportive and it shouldn't have changed my decision and that he was right to be hurt. This really fucked with my perception of my own sexuality and what was right and wrong. I spiraled down hard.
To add to this, I spent a better portion of the year working on a big painting for the school. It totally sucked but it made me happy because I loved art. I come in one day to find it powerstapled to a school table with like a million staples, and I have good reason to believe it was either FP or one of the people who was angry at me because of her posts. I started crying and having a breakdown so the teacher sent me outside. I then got screamed at by another teacher for not being in my classroom. I could make a whole other post ranting about teachers, but that's for another time.
I finally stopped trying and just avoided all people until the end of the year when I switched into an online program. By the time I was done with it, I had attempted suicide twice. I still avoid people. I kind of hate them all intensely for various reasons.
Addition, I recently got in touch with a guy that me and FP were mutual friends with when we were a lot younger, like 11-12, and I told him about what ended up going down with FP. He reveals that he's not surprised, and she basically tormented him for a long time because he refused to sleep with her. I also found out that he'd had a massive crush on me, which surprised me, because I had a massive crush on him, but always had it in my head that he didn't like me. I realized it was because of FPs manipulation. This guy ALSO since went on to demonize his own masculinity. He didn't identify as trans, but he was extremely phobic of being considered masculine and associated masculinity with evil. He even started taking estrogen to prevent muscle growth because it made him hate himself less. The amount of psychological damage these fucking sjws inflict on everyone around them is fucking insane.
. Not particularly because they deserve it, but because their philosophy is retarded and everyone on that sub is a huge faggot.
