I recently met with an old friend an hour ago. I knew this dude for years, all throughout high school, and he's the average guy. Was funny, good to be around, had a lot of knowledge, in particular biology (this will be relevant in the coming part). We were pretty close, and was, at one point, my closest friend.
Naturally, we stopped talking, and he approached me at the shopping centre and he was pretty unrecognisable. Basically in drag, or so I thought. And he invited me over for dinner, and I said yeah because I didnt want to risk him accusing me of hate if I had said no.
So here comes dinner, and he was telling me how he was searching for himself and shit. His "true identity", and how hes a transgender and might get a sex change, idk, I kinda zoned out.
I have a son, by the way. And he was telling me how he would let his daughter transition if she asked him to and hes actively making her aware of the culture despite her being 6. He looked me dead in the eyes and asked if I would let my son do that if he asked me to.
I said no, cause it's my home, my rules, and I'm not having that shit in my house. I got pretty angry, but I didn't insult or anything. He could see it, and he told me to get out. I wasnt even angry that he was asking such a thing, or that he was being a confused piece of shit. I was just angry that I had lost someone to that meme of a community. Someone who was so normal for lack of a better word. He wasn't just in that spiral himself, but he was dragging his little girl with him, you know?
What do, anons? You ever lost anyone important to that world?