This is actually quite... Tough to read.

Linah was a cool chick. A genuinely sweet girl. I... Well I can even remember kissing her. There was zero indication that this would ever happen. Zero.

Then she made a big song and dance about moving to Melbourne. From Sydney. She did that, I think for Uni, and we all had a big going away party. Her friends were my friends. There's photos of us all together. My ex... Partner, in this case (more serious than just a girlfriend), was a fairly close friend of hers, too.

Then she moved, and she stopped talking to us. I think I messaged her, and she never replied. Then I found out that she had "befriended" the most famous FTM tranny in Aus (someone called Nevo, if you must know), and her posts became more... Radical, even for me. More "in tune" with "his" ideology. More and more distressing to read. She cut her hair, and changed her screen name (but not to this, yet).

At that point, I had some serious shit going on in my life, and those same "friends" that I mentioned fucking left me out to dry...

In my slow implosion, I stopped thinking about Linah. I stopped looking at her posts. I made a new Facebook account to get away from the shit that had happened, in my life, and those people who had screwed me over. And I didn't speak to her again.

I did think of her, though. And now, all these years later, we have this.

This is the third girl I know who decided they were "trans". Although the other two, I don't really care about as much. Besides, they didn't feel the need to write a fucking article, on the secondary national broadcaster's website, about "their experience".

Fuck this. Fuck the trans lobby. Fuck the fact that I didn't know. Fuck the people I used to call "friends", who let this happen. Fuck "nonbinary". Fuck "woke". This one fucking hurts...

This is actually quite... Tough to read.

Linah was a cool chick. A genuinely sweet girl. I... Well I can even remember kissing her. There was zero indication that this would ever happen. Zero.

Then she made a big song and dance about moving to Melbourne. From Sydney. She did that, I think for Uni, and we all had a big going away party. Her friends were my friends. There's photos of us all together. My ex... Partner, in this case (more serious than just a girlfriend), was a fairly close friend of hers, too.

Then she moved, and she stopped talking to us. I think I messaged her, and she never replied. Then I found out that she had "befriended" the most famous FTM tranny in Aus (someone called Nevo, if you must now), and her posts became more... Radical. More "in tune" with "his" ideology. More and more distressing to read. She cut her hair, and changed her screen name (but not to this, yet).

At that point, I had some serious shit going on in my life, and those same "friends" that I mentioned fucking left me out to dry...

In my slow implosion, I stopped thinking about Linah. I stopped looking at her posts. I made a new Facebook account to get away from the shit that had happened, in my life, and those people who had screwed me over. And I didn't speak to her again.

I did think of her, though. And now, all these years later, we have this.

This is the third girl I know who decided they were "trans". Although the other two, I don't really care about as much. Besides, they didn't feel the need to write a fucking article, on the secondary national broadcaster's website, about "their experience".

Fuck this. Fuck the trans lobby. Fuck the fact that I didn't know. Fuck the people I used to call "friends", who let this happen. Fuck "nonbinary". Fuck "woke". This one fucking hurts...