I’ve known (and been friends with) many trans people due to where I live. Most have been perfectly fine, ranging from neutral to really good people. Some have been confused and then detransitioned later (or whatever the equivalent of the non-binary to normal pipeline is,) and some have been awful, ranging from cringey to malicious and dangerous.
Most of my “peak transing” has come from interactions I’ve seen online as well as the few terrible troons I’ve interacted with. This recent trooning is really spinning my head.
I have a relatively recent friend from work. We’ve been casual friends for about a year or so now, maybe a little less. He’s in his late 40s to early 50s, and married to his wife for 10 (no kids, thank God.) Because of work we’re around several trans people, and we’re both friends with some (he’s friends with more than I am.) He told me a month ago he was experiencing dysphoria, and within this month he already had access to hormones.
He got very angry with me when I said that you needed dysphoria to be trans, and some people (Yaniv) lie about being trans to get away with shit. He accused me of being “evil” and “right wing” He said I was making him question himself, because he was worried he didn’t feel “trans enough.” He kept insisting that once someone declares themselves as trans they are, including me. I told him I’m not trans, but he insisted if I said I was, I would be.
I saw him at a party in full drag, but bad drag at that. Shitty Party City wig, cheap dress, etc., avoiding eye contact with us and chatting up men. He’s going behind his wife’s back doing this (as of now I don’t think he’s told her) and if he plans on being the typical tranny he’s going to get AIDS from fucking random men in order to feel “gender euphoric.”
I can’t say anything because we work together and he’s within that friend group, but I feel like I have no one to talk to about this. I’ve expressed this worry to some of the non-trans friends I have and they just sort of shrugged their shoulders. The trans friends are super supportive and are encouraging him every step of the way. I’m pretty sure he’s still angry at me for even accidentally implying that using your Mid-Life crisis to invert your dick might be a bad idea.
None of my business, but I feel a little trapped watching him slowly emotionally crumble. He’s gotten more unstable every time I see him. And it doesn’t help he is hideous as a woman. No amount of hormones would even get him close to looking like a femboy, let alone a woman.
Also pretty tired of having to pretend that men are women, women are men, and “nonbinary” is a thing. I’ve just peaked so much, I’m tired of lying to these people’s faces and pretending like it’s virtuous.