Prepare yourself for a huge block of TL;DR, and a decent dose of me getting angry. I still seethe when thinking about this, so please excuse my autistic rage if it shows through.
Quite a few years back, I worked for a company that owned a large game website primarily aimed at teenagers, and we used to do partnerships/cross promotions with various companies and charities, one of which was an LGBT youth charity. This particular charity used to come onto the website and host organised group talk sessions with the community, and a member of staff (such as myself) would be present to assist and moderate to weed out trolls, spammers, etc. I'd helped host these sessions with a few of the representatives from this particular charity before, and honestly? Things seemed to be pretty normal. I'd worked with both gay and lesbian people from the charity, and most of them just came across as normal older people who wanted to let teenagers know "it's fine to feel like this" or whatever and offer them some canned advice on who to talk to about it, resources they can find, etc. No weird leading questions, no conversion shit, just "know you're not alone" kinda stuff.
Before I get into the meat and potatoes, to set the scene, the website has a text-based chat feature in-game which is how these sessions are conducted, and me + whoever was hosting the session would be on a conference call so we could discuss things on the fly so the users in-game could not hear us. All of this happened before the tranny shit had blown up quite as much as it has in recent years, so modern-style troonery was all very new at the time and contained to a handful of websites like Tumblr and other likeminded shit holes. I worked doing this job for over a decade, and I have a really good knack for spotting groomers and their patterns as a result. As this all happened so long ago now, I'll be paraphrasing for most of this, but I'll try to keep things as accurate as I remember them happening.
Just like any other time I'd done this, there was a slot booked for the charity to send some people to the website to host a session, but this time it was different: They were going to be sending a gay man, a lesbian, and a trans person. I thought "sure, whatever, who cares" and hopped onto a conference call with the lesbian chick who I'd worked with in the past and she immediately said that the gay guy was "cancelling" and couldn't make it. I asked why, and she sarcastically said
"Oh, you haven't worked with """her""" before, have you?" Which kinda caught me off guard. I said
"No.. Why? What's that got to do with it?" and she just laughed and said
"Oh, you'll see. Ya wanna keep an eye on that one." Little did I realise, just how right she was.
The troon eventually shows up fifteen fucking minutes late for the event (which I have to apologise to the users for), and then we finally get started. For the first few minutes, things are pretty steady away and normal. Users ask some questions, lesbian chick does most of the heavy lifting work answering them because idk wtf gays get up. The tranny is oddly very quiet the entire time, to the point where I'm talking to our users more than he is which is pretty unusual for sessions like these, but whatever, I think maybe he's shy due to being new to session hosting or something?
But then it happens. A question comes up from a young boy who's questioning his sexuality (I think he was 14 or 15 if memory serves me correctly). I don't remember all of the specific details of his reasoning, but what I do remember is him expressing not feeling attracted to girls, and suspected he might be gay. Part of his logic was explaining how he wasn't interested in stereotypical "guy things" but he was interested in women's fashion design and how he has no guy friends, but a lot of girl friends who he hangs out with at school and considers himself to be
"more like one of them and not interested in dating them" (or words to this effect). Upon hearing this, the troon lept into action, and asked him if he
"knew what it meant to be trans, because I think you might be trans!!!" No quicker than the moment he said it, I hear a huge sigh from the lesbian chick on the call and I get sent a PM from her saying "here we go again, lol.."
The kid in-game insists they are not trans and have no desire to
"dress up like a woman" (this one is an actual word for word quote btw, lmfao), but confirms he is aware of what trans is. He also clears up that his interest in womens fashion comes from a place of wanting to
design and collect handbags specifically. The tranny, however, will not fucking drop it, and just blanks the kid and starts typing so much in the chat-space he gets a fucking flood warning from our automod system. Once turned down, he enlightens our young (possibly) homosexual hangbag enjoying protagonist that
"it's not like dressing up" and trans people
"are women" etc, goes on a bit of a rant about how it's a common misconception, etc. but it's technically """educational""" so I let him explain his identity or whatever, but then shit starts getting rocky. The troon shifts back to the kid and tries to tell him that
"not everyone who is trans knows they are trans, sometimes it takes another older trans person to help them discover themselves
" I IMMEDIATELY feel off about this remark, and say on the call
"Where are you going with this?" and get blanked. He keeps typing. The kid just says
"ok, but I don't think I'm trans, I just have more in common w/ my girl friends than guys" and this is the part where I officially hit
PEAK TRANS OVERDRIVE, and call an end to the madness. The troon
attempts to say
"Well if you ever want to talk about exploring your identity with someone in private, my email is firstname.lastname at our charity website address if you or anyone else would like to reach out
" but luckily our site filter caught it and *****'d out the section that it thought might have been an email address/off-site contact request (I can see the raw version as I have access to the chatlogs, for clarity). I VERY quickly say
"Enough, stop typing now." in our call, he offendedly shoots a
"Why?" at me, I just say
"You know why, stop. Type anything else, and I'm taking this further." I get a
"huff" from him, he logs out of his in-game account but stays on the call, the lesbian openly says
"Told you" in-call with him listening and I announce in-game that we have to move onto the next topic, and remind our users to not contact anyone via email, and that the other person hosting had just made a mistake due to being new to hosting, blah, blah, blah. The lesbian chick takes over the session and gets things back on track and finished off like a champ.
As soon as things are wrapped up, I just say
"What the fuck was that about? You can't ask teenagers to email you privately to discuss things like this. Do you have any idea how fucking bad that looks?" he gets out
"I was just trying to help that young trans person figure out.." before I cut him off and say
"No, you were soliciting a child to contact you off-site so you could try and convince them they are trans, despite them telling you several times that they weren't. Even if they were, why can't you discuss that here during a session where we can see what's going on? Why does it have to be behind closed doors?" in response, he murmur'd something I say
"Eh? Speak up" he goes quiet, and hangs up the call leaving me sat in utter disbelief at what I just witnessed.
I later spoke to the lesbian about it, and the gay guy who cancelled on us, and it turns out that this particular tranny had a SUPER bad reputation for this exact shit, but the charity in question seemed perfectly fine sending him to a community engagement event on a game full of teenagers for some reason? Other people at the charity knew about him and referred to him as "creepy" constantly, but nothing was done to weed him out, which is completely and utterly fucked. The whole thing just left a sour taste in my mouth, and all I could do was make my manager promise me to never let him near our community again, which thankfully, they honoured. I worked that gig for quite a long time, and I have quite a few other non-trans horror stories (I'm sure you guys can take a guess at the calibre of degenerate I'm referring to), but this particular incident really sticks with me because of just how fucking blatant he was, and to this day, it really angers me looking back on it. Like, what did he expect me to do? Just let him carry on? Fuck no. It's left me eternally trans-critical and I have nothing but disgust for these pornsick weirdos as a result.
Sorry for the long write-up, but thank you for reading my blog post Kiwi's. I've never gone into this story in much detail with other people before, so it's nice to get it off my chest.