No one reads any of my blogs anyways....
Lol wanted to blog when I was a kid.
Hopefully these messages in a bottle will find people who care enough to read one day...
Hope my stories help.
I wish I wasn't so alienating to people. After extreme long term depression, anger, and anxiety, I balance out my madness with a equal amount of ecstacy.
I can get really weird and intense on a dime. Seemingly ok until I get sick and burnout. I tried reaching out to friends but....
I know I'm a special flavor of friend... I can't pretend to be ok all the time. I get tired and fuck up... A lot. Masking to seem normal failed frequently back in the day.
I can only mask in public...
And if I get too close with someone I subconsciously stop masking and they usually after this get tired of me.
Especially since when I was a kid, I turned myself into a spy to avoid religious conversion and turn into an evil conservative pseudo christian piece of shit. Everyone is a threat to a spy (lol to me at least? Was never good at orthodox learning.)
Also...
Don't...
Unless you have to...
Even then learn from my fuck ups. You'll turn into an anxious chaotic mess afterwards win or lose. so weigh the consequences. I thought without a religious component, purging my desires to be trans and bi would be ok. It wasn't.
I really liked the lightning fast intuitive thinking and thinking creatively on the fly. Kept me alive. Unfortunately gave myself super spy conditioning too KGB like. Couldn't risk my traumatized bimbo neurodivergent desperately social ass leaking critical intel if I was compromised. If it fell into the wrong hands it could hurt innocent people.
That "KGB" training I gave myself worked too well. Didn't transition until 28. Literally the first thought I had (when I finally became friends with a trans person) was... "You can do that around here without getting shot on sight?!". I hate Missouri.
I thought I would do more good as a "cis hetero" white "guy" ally. Nope. The community needs me (All of us) from within.
The Peter Parker life style was murder. What I would have given to have trustworthy people like aunt May and Mary Jane. Being a spy is super hard work. Used up tons of energy. Always working while tired. Could never treat my csa trauma on my own very well. Keeping secrets since I was 5. I was naturally talented to a point. A trustworthy queer friendly trauma informed antifa type secret support would have saved me so much pain and therapy and time and money and the list goes on.
Couldn't risk looking up answers openly. Could be seen as suspicious. I'd have to rely on finding intel in the field. Learning so much was fucking lay down and die feeling levels of exhaustion. Looking for someone trustworthy was a nightmare and constantly made morale challenging. Most men (I perceived at the time) are defective stupid pieces of boot licker fake christo shit. Especially in a small Bible belt town. Maga now I'd bet. Things around here got a little better but not enough.
As a csa victim I was on a mission to recruit more men to defend people like me and other victims to the cause. Finding good trustworthy people was critical. Make the world I would feel safer in. Or get out of the state to somewhere safe and away from the Karen Klansman.
Never worked.
I know now why.
But I couldn't understand how I was not finding allies. Statistically there had to be.
Especially someone to debrief to with no black ink, and to aid me in my CSA trauma.
Never found someone else who mentioned something similar to my experiences.
Googled it one year after transitioning into trans femme.
Cocsa
I can't communicate just how fucked it is for a csa victim of 5 to go 23 years without trustworthy treatment. Told a psychiatrist my pain soon after that realization... to a 95 yr old piece of shit who should have retired forever ago but clearly needed a power trip to live....
Fuck all that. What's really eating you? Tell me about your sister 😏
👿 I was }{ that close to shooting lazer beams from my eyes. Or psychic spontaneous human combustion.
Surprised he didn't immediately die when he retired. My found Ma said she hurt her back in her day.
Only met one around my town. last December 2025. I'm 32.
Being a amab csa victim from the age of 5. Being told that the boys were my peers. And I should be more like them. You can't do anything feminine (fun) or gay or you're not a man. Fuck you I'd rather mow em down with a machine gun and drink their blood (what I would have said at the time)
nowadays not my thing, I don't have to do a thing, they'll destroy themselves without my help. The curse of mediocre white boyhood is a noose snake, it'll squeeze the life outta ya then consume you whole unless you try to escape. Took me 3 decades. Wonder why I struggled so much finding people 🙄
And all the women who regularly face csa I wished I could have told them I understand their fears and want to help. Trauma bond more like. That glint of fear in their eyes. They see me as a potential abuser. I can't blame them. I did too when I looked at the mirror.
A former counter terrorist marine officer used to be my therapist. got close. Called it the glitch. No longer taking my calls 🤣😭😂
I've had like 6.
Its not cute.
Its not funny.
Its not cool .
Makes finding a therapist challenging when it feels like I am and am not an rare and exceptional case.
Last therapist got the bpd part down. but failed utterly every other way. Didn't want anything to do with me after three sessions.
Bitch could only treat mild anxiety and depression.
Said she'd been a therapist for 35 years and specialized in religious trauma and the queer community.
Never heard of cocsa. Ok fine.
Didn't believe in CPTSD, cuz not in DSM-5. Homosexuality used to be in there you miserable cunt. But ok.
Never heard of Magnus Hershfield and the Institute of Sexology in Berlin before fitler and his baby boy boot lickers burned it. Cutting edge queer and sex science at the time. Hersh was Jewish and gay so Bifler destroyed his work.
And never heard of christofacism. Fuck you.
Straight to Hell. Refered me out of office and still owes me BPD paperwork.
Help me please 🥺😭💜
Jk.
I'm so much better and happier but still need so much help and accommodating.
I might have literal ass nerve damage from it all. Need to confirm or deny later.
Gabapentin does help with diabetic neuropathy. Not that I got diabetes.
Turned into a pot head real quick to ease old pains. Led me to my current wife of 13 years but like. Damn. Still trying to stop smoking weed.























