I've lurked here for a long time and my story is a bit of a powerlevel, but this thread has seriously awakened me to how such a small group of people have a huge problem with sex pests and the maladjusted, how this factor is not held to account, and how they disproportionately affect the lives of those around them. It's also reminded me of an event that occured in my transition to adulthood that looking back fits the pattern of many trooners.
I peaked trans a while back, probably around 2016/17, though through school in the mid-2000s I'd always had some idea of trans people and did not view as much more than sexual degenerates. I grew up at the tail end of the 90s liberal culture of leaving people alone and tolerating those who were different, and I still believe in this. Part of that is that I knew fairly early on I was gay, probably before puberty, though obviously in the way a pre-pubescent child would contextualise it. This frames where I come from- early on I always knew I was different, not majorly so, but enough to where I wanted to treat with respect and that hopefully they would therefore treat me with respect, even if they did not understand or even like these differences. I completely forget the program, but in one of my history classes we watched an episode of a show about odd people. It was more of a fly-on-the-wall spot, not the typical propaganda you'd see a teacher show students in schools these days. The program interviewed an Aboriginal who still lived like an undiscovered tribal in a major city, a Swedish family who immigrated in the 40s/50s/60s/whenever but retained their extremely weird cuisine and culture, and finally what used to be called a transvestite but what most would recognise today as an autogynephilic cross-dresser.
This final person portrayed themselves as exactly that- it was a fetish, they engaged in the fetish, had a fantasy about being openly accepted, but ultimately left it in the bedroom and understood they were never going to be a woman. This person had come out to their wife in the late 90s and, though certainly creeped out, grew to accept it and even engaged with the fetish. Obviously, as a child your first instinct is disgust, and naturally so. My second thought was akin to "well my 'fetish' is being gay, what's so wrong with this", and my third thought was an understanding that this was somehow different. My sexuality is, ultimately, not a fetish. I gain no sexual gratification from thinking about the subject of homosexuality itself, yet this person was so obviously sexually gratified just due to thinking about being a woman. When I finally encountered what we call "trans" people I was already inoculated enough to understand their position was one of sexual gratification, not some abnormality akin to congenital defects like Swyer syndrome. I did not believe the people like Blair White but I could at least understand that maybe they themselves could not figure out this difference and genuinely believed they were the other sex in spirit if not reality, unlike the transvestite who understood otherwise.
Fast forward to 2016/17. My friend group has always been a little odd, demographics wise. We have never been left-wing degenerate types, yet half the friend group is gay by fluke of chance (most did not come out until after high school). A lot were nerd types, awkward, whatever else. Some were the opposite and extremely extroverted, but we all held to the view I described earlier- tolerate differences even if you don't like them. One guy in the group ("R" from here out) was a terminally online type. Shy, weird, pathological hatred of women (I went through an anti-feminist phase too, but he always seemed off, like actually angry at women, not feminists), always carried a Nintendo DS, a laptop, whatever else with him. I was never really friends with him, but he'd always be there when we played games over discord or went to house parties or whatever else, so I tolerated his weird blurt-outs against the girlfriends who sometimes appeared or just strange references he would make. Sometimes he made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and probably because of all the group I am the most obviously gay and take it in stride he focused his actions on me. A couple times he touched me in an obviously sexual manner. Most in the group do this in a friendly way to each other, we're close and don't give a shit. But he made me uncomfortable, like it was obvious he was going to go home with the memory of having gripped my arm or swiped my ass and jerk off to it, while if everyone else did it it's a joke that goes no further than the few seconds we laugh about it. Looking back, "R" was probably what you would call the "Homestuck Generation", the Tumblr types who are perennially depressed and in an effort to find any sort of community troon out. They become hyper-sexual and infect every conversation with fetishes and extreme sex acts and trans whatever the fucks.
Anyway, one of these parties we had was at the house of a good friend of mine. He has a pretty big family, five other siblings in all, and it's a packed house even when you've got ten friends in the backyard and pool. He's the only adult, the rest are in middle school and pre school. His mother is lovely, and his father I have deep respect for, so I tried very hard to not swear or act up, even when others did, because I felt they deserved better than that as busy parents. This party was different, however. Something had changed. "R" was a lot more out going at this party, and almost immediately drunk to boot. It had slowly become a problem up to this point, but where it seemed like he just didn't pace himself before he now looked like an alcoholic, and was vomiting in front of the kids in the sink within 20 minutes of arriving. A few hours later a few of us went to the front of the house to check out another friend's new car. On the way, we walked passed the living room, all the kids and parents inside. "R" groped my ass as we walked passed, and I mean a proper grope, like you'd give your partner as your getting ready to ram them from behind. It felt like ages before I did anything but that was probably just the heat of emotions and adrenaline rushing a million thoughts to my head in half a second. I turned around, slapped him hard across the face, and yelled "DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME" in front of everyone. I felt extremely ashamed. Betrayal that someone would so openly molest me, something that only ever happened in my mind to strangers on the news, and disgust that I had just ruined the innocence of all the beautiful kids on both swearing and sexual impropriety in a single second.
Anyway, this event has largely been forgotten. This sex pest quickly disappeared and only talks to one or two of my friends through our old discord. Shortly after the event, we had a New Years party. I was high on ecstasy, having the time of my life sitting outside the pool with my best friend shooting the shit and smoking Marlboros. Very happy. "R" began to approach and I knew if he came near he'd ruin my night. I shouted across the pool for him to fuck right off and go somewhere else. Harsh? Maybe. No one there felt I was in the wrong. He went to his car, texted two other people to come talk to him and apparently as soon as they tried to get in he drove away. He sent a text just as he drove off about how he was trans and how he thought our group was more accepting and how bigoted I and a few others were for not accepting him. This is the first time I'd heard any troonery from him. Had he come out or transitioned I'd be courteous but I'd not think him a real woman. What disgusted me, however, was that he was such a coward that he ran away after groping numerous people and then trying to use being a hyper-sexual shut in as an excuse. He's in a different city far away from mine now and lives off ramen and government benefits in a trash fire tranny share home and is suicidal. I don't care. I'm happy for him. This is what happens when you become so enamored with sissy-hypno porn and Tumblr faggots that you molest other people and get driven off.
I know this is rambly and no one cares, but I just felt I had to share. These people are sick. Genuinely sick. The vast majority are either sex pest men or women who developed unresolved body issues during puberty, yet what binds them all together is an absolute pathological need to hurt those around them as they attempt to force them to validate their perverted fantasies. They use their illness as a shield for their despicable actions. They are genuinely misogynistic people if natal males, or have an actual form of what feminists would call internal-misogyny if natal females. I'm just glad that I've cultivated a friend that, while not without it's problems, did not turn on and exile me for simply standing up to a sexual predator as so many of the groups that have these spite-filled creatures in them do.
