It was a first date. She had been invited out on a date by a man who she had been flirting with for three or four months hoping to gain his attention. Then one day he asked her out on a date. Somewhere romantic.
With one final check on how she looked in the mirror as the sound of his knuckles rapped on the front, she answered her door, accepted his flowers which she quickly put in a vase and left with him. Her heart was pounding as the man of her desires was taking her out somewhere romantic. He never said where they are going. Only that it was going to be a surprise.
She never made it for dinner.
One quick stop along the way where three other men got in the car with her made to sit in the backseat between two men who started to violate her as the car sped off somewhere. She did not know where she was going as her head was covered as hands forced themselves under her dress groping her.
Her head was uncovered somewhere. it was nowhere to her. She didn’t know where she was but she knew nobody would intrude on what was about to happen to her. Being spat on, punched, kicked, verbally abused, anally raped as they called her names like faggot, that this is what poofters deserve. Then when they were finished with her, they drove and dumped her covered in bruises, cuts and semen. She never reported it to the Police because then the Police would have charged her for her sexuality. Possibly further raped her.
What I wrote above is an air brushed recollection of what a transgender friend shared with her on a real life experience of hers. She shared her story with me on a bloodied violence assault on her for being transgender. I in turn shared with her a story of a bloodied violent assault against myself for being a gay woman.
So why do I bring this up?
The internet can do something to people where they release every vile element of their personality on the belief that it does not matter when it’s online as it’s not real. That nobody was hurt as it was all cyber. Pretend. More importantly, they’re cowards who hide behind a computer in the safety of their own homes.
I have been with Second Life for a little over three and a half years. In this time I have got to know many people who are both open and private about their transgender identity. Every single one of them are of character. Some of them remain quiet on their experiences while some are open. Some have never experienced any hate in Second Life for being who they are while others have.
I raise this here and now because I am sick to death of my friends being under constant attack for being who they are. Some I have said good bye to as the bullying against them drove them away from Second Life. The most recent friend who quit Second Life said that she had never experienced the level of hate against her in her real life compared to what she was experiencing in Second Life. It had become too much for her to cope with so she left.
There won’t be any blaming all this on Donald Trump from me because this hate has spread globally under the wisdom of religion. Has this seen an increase of such hatred in Second Life? I do not know. Donald Trump hasn’t helped at all with his consistent attacks on LGBTQI communities. Transgender people especially are under primary assault in the USA as racial and religious fascists march the streets offering Nazi worship for President Tiny Hands.
These bullies are people who only know how to persecute. They need people to experience suffering in a need to feed their empty vessels only to demand that they are the victims, not the people they’re hurting but them.
Society needs to embrace each other to face these bad people down. No amount of hugs will see them change their minds for after they have dealt with one group, they will turn on another and then another and then another until they are killing their own.
Some people do deserve to be left behind. They are those who segregate and persecute. I am tired of seeing people leave Second Life because some moral heterosexual people believe that they have the right to intimidate people into depression and possibly suicide.
I have been under fists and boots of hate. Many times I felt that long kitchen blade pressed against my skin waiting to push through to end the pain inflicted upon me. Just as many others have due to these assholes who exist only hurt others.
No more. Seriously, stop it.
Grow the fuck up.
Allow Second Life to be what it was meant to be. If you are unable to do this, then seek professional help for your mental health status because you need it.