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Is it weird that I think Jake's best move would be to sign up for a Kiwifarms account? It's not like he has any social justice standing anymore and people here pay more attention to him than anyone on twitter does.
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Is it weird that I think Jake's best move would be to sign up for a Kiwifarms account? It's not like he has any social justice standing anymore and people here pay more attention to him than anyone on twitter does.
Jake's cat is preventing him from killing himself again. He made a follow-up to his post about Chelsea, this time he blames her for siding with the tankies and protecting them, while ignoring Jake and others "all of whom had also been downright worshipful of Zoe to the point where Zoe not believing them made them feel like nobody would." He also blames Jesse Singal for people blocking him, says people ditched him as soon as they found out he had accused Chelsea of abusive behavior, and says people at GaymerX straight up told him they did not like him and said he was not welcome.
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"I wrote another stupid rambling thing that'll just make people hate me more and fuel stalkers."
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You don’t want to read this post, it’s just me wallowing in self-pity.
I’m not presently suicidal. If I were suicidal, I’d be ineligible for a lot of trans related things, and more importantly, I just left the house for the weekend, so my cat is being extra clingy and reminding me how much it would be upset if I ever left and didn’t come back.
I have, however, completely given up any hope of ever being happy, or feeling safe, or having a job, or someone I can trust, or not bringing pain and misery to the people I do care about.
Looking back over the archives of this blog, I see a post from a year and a half ago which oddly enough, I also titled Isolation. Reading back over that, it’s pretty informative about what I’m dealing with tonight, and I’m at a point where I can fill some of those blanks in from that.
There is some guy named Gabe who leads some little clique (sometimes referred to as “the tankies” or “the anime communists”) whose collective hobby is making up ridiculous rumors about trans people, spreading them to people with a weird willingness to tear down “fake progressives,” and continuing to stalk and harass targets for years afterward and targeting anyone else who comes to their defense. Recently someone wrote a nice article explaining that whole mess, and I think, lately, they’re enough of a known quantity it minimizes the harm they can do.
At the time they targeted me, this little group was untouchable. When people talked about them at all, it was always in guarded whispers and vague references with the implication that powerful people defended them, and I was personally urged never to speak about them by Zoe Quinn. At the time that had me particularly horrified about how powerful they apparently were because Zoe wouldn’t say that about any other hate group, and my personal opinion of Zoe was entirely too high for the thought to ever cross my mind that Zoe might be one of the “powerful people” defending them.
I absolutely panicked at the time, partly because the attack itself was quite effective, with hundreds if not thousands of people in my professional and hobby circles hearing some vague third hand account that I was bad news and should be blocked, which is how it always goes with this group. The actual accusations are patently ridiculous in context- someone gets painted as a violent anti-feminist for muttering about TERFs, or islamophobic for saying Trump’s nazi ties concern them more than hypothetical hawkishness from other candidates. In my case, it was some ridiculous story where I’m a racist cop from Brazil using coded phrases to attack some random woman I’d never heard of. Those full versions though get truncated down when they start spreading. “She’s anti-feminist.” “She’s islamophobic.” “She’s racist.” And the rumors are spread amongst people with no close connection to the target, generally.
What mainly concerned me at the time though was Zoe Quinn’s reaction when I found myself getting blackballed left and right and asked for advice. Lots of “I have friends on both sides of this,” and “I don’t want to get involved.” In hindsight, the obvious meaning here is “I don’t want to alienate my troll friends by defending you against their obviously baseless slander” which is pretty inexcusable from the public face of an organization whose mission statement was helping people deal with exactly that sort of attack. From my viewpoint at the time though, it was so much worse. My impression was that there was some version of the absurd rumor floating around about me having it out for some random woman and spearheading attacks on her was so convincing that my most trusted friend and confidant at the time not only believed it, but was too scared of me lashing out to even discuss it.
That lead to me attempting suicide on multiple occasions, particularly as Zoe encouraged more mutual friends not to talk to me, shut me out of my only support network at the time, and made it overtly clear I wasn’t entitled to so much as a sympathetic ear when I was later targeted by Jesse Singal and Randi Harper when they came out as deeply transphobic.
I didn’t even start to piece together the more mundane version of things until early this year, when my routine private conversations with other people driven to the brink of suicide by mass harassment campaigns showed me how many other people I know were terrified that Zoe had completely cut them off on asking for help dealing with attacks from the same nasty little clique, all of whom had also been downright worshipful of Zoe to the point where Zoe not believing them made them feel like nobody would.
I’ve finally mostly come to terms with all that. Someone I thought was a really good friend I could always trust wasn’t. OK. And a ton of people I’ve never even talked to think I’m some kind of monster because some creeps spread ridiculous rumors, and people always forget the specifics when they here someone’s a bad person but that they heard it tends to stick, so no matter how much those people get exposed discredited it won’t matter for their victims. OK. People always say though that these sorts of things help you work out who your real friends are though, because they stick with you. But that isn’t true.
Recently I wrote something touching on some of this. I really didn’t want to. I was fine with working out who else got hurt the way I did and helping them cope quietly, and not publicly expose any ugliness. But then Zoe went and publicly posted something about hanging out with her super great friend Randi Harper, and a couple dozen people suddenly see the person who gaslit them into suicide attempts by pretending mass harassment campaigns weren’t happening and disappearing from their lives, publicly endorsing someone who actively attacked them and took out a damn hit from reddit nazis, so people started saying things about it, and getting discredited, and getting attacked. And since these are all severely marginalized people whose lives were destroyed by all of this, and nobody believes them, I stood up and laid the cards out on some of what I’ve been carrying around for the last two years. And more people I didn’t realize had been hurt like this came out of the woodwork to thank me for letting them know they weren’t the only ones suffering like this, so I think that was the right call, but obviously a ton of other people didn’t want to learn about this and walked out of my life.
And so did people who already knew all this. In that earlier blog post from a year and a half ago, I mentioned a point when “I was considering suicide, and only two people in the entire world bothered to say anything.” One of those two people is someone I was extremely close to. We’d talk about serious dark stuff in their life, we’ve both talked each other off ledges, they personally witnessed a lot of what left me such a mess, and they were the only person to even attempt to pick up some of the pieces and clear the air about ridicious rumors about me. Less than an hour after I posted that storify, they severed all ties with me, blocking me in everything we’d ever used to talk, all without a single word. Other people who’d heard what I’d been through at the time, just without the names, and offered support, turned on me viciously once they had names. A friend without any onnection to anyone else involved just bowed out of my life because I suddenly didn’t seem like someone to be associating with.
Then a professional bigot highlighted the whole thing and spun it as some new ridiculous attack, and more people let me know they hated me, and when I finally thought it was over, I went somewhere public, and ran into people I hadn’t talked to, who made it clear they don’t like me, and I came home to more sudden wordless blocks, and comments about not being welcome places. It never stops and any time I try to speak up it only ever gets worse. Nobody believes me, even when I can prove I’m telling the truth. It’s better for everyone to denounce me than risk hurting the reputation of people who have wronged me I guess, and even at the best of times I don’t know if I’ve ever even really had a fairweather friend. There’s people who say consoling things when I’m losing it, but I can count on one hand how many times anyone has ever just spontaneously asked me to come see a movie, or paid me a visit, or introduced to their other friends, or just checked up on me since it had been a while.
And when there is someone who seems to kind of like me, I can’t ever trust it, because people I thought were the best friends I’d ever had have stabbed me in the back without a second thought, and my own parents don’t even like me. All I really have is this cat who’s sitting on my lap licking tears off me, and I don’t think there’s anything I can do that will ever change that.
This is the saddest part to me:
"but I can count on one hand how many times anyone has ever just spontaneously asked me to come see a movie, or paid me a visit."
says people at GaymerX straight up told him they did not like him and said he was not welcome.
Even for troons there are limits to how masculine you can look. Velcro shoes are out, though.Jake can barely take care of himself, so I can only imagine how quickly any baby he had would end up in the care of Child Services or dumped on his mom.
I'm sure it has more to do with the fact that he's been claiming to be trans and showed up looking like the butt baby of Andrew Dobson and Movie Bob.
I'm sure it has more to do with the fact that he's been claiming to be trans and showed up looking like the butt baby of Andrew Dobson and Movie Bob.
It probably has a lot to do with his "as a trans woman..." mansplaining, too. It's hard to imagine him not doing that irl even more frequently than he does online.
There are also a mine field of ethical issues which arise in respect of transplanting non-essential organs. Anyone who thinks it's just a matter of transplanting a uterus doesn't understand the extremely complicated hormonal symphony which plays out during gestation and how difficult mimicking that artificially would be.
I guess Jake can't be that bad if Wes hates him.Cow crossover, the rapist Wesley Bailey is pissed at Jake, either because Jake blocked him, Jake attacked tankies, and/or Jake was tweeting at Zachary last night.
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Yeah, Lili Elbe in 1931. She didn't die from rejection so much as massive post-surgical infection -- this is 15 years before effective antibiotics, remember. Not really germane to discussions of modern medical procedure, but it's an interesting story if you look her up.If I recall correctly, there was an IRL attempt to transplant actual female organs into an MTF several decades ago.
I guess Jake can't be that bad if Wes hates him.
I guess Jake can't be that bad if Wes hates him.
Is this what we've been waiting for? A glorious clusterfuck of morally-repugnant troon grandstanding? Be still my beating heart.... Jake is going to have no friends at all after this mess.Much as Jake whines about "nazis", he has no idea how vicious his fellow troons can be. I hope he's about to get "educated" regarding that and that the mother of all troon fights is brewing.
Jake can barely take care of himself, so I can only imagine how quickly any baby he had would end up in the care of Child Services or dumped on his mom.
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I don't think there will be any fireworks. Zoe and friends will just cut off his air supply until all that remains of SecretGamerGrrl is a barely audible sigh. Goodnight, sweet prince.Much as Jake whines about "nazis", he has no idea how vicious his fellow troons can be. I hope he's about to get "educated" regarding that and that the mother of all troon fights is brewing.