“There you are, installing Arch Linux on your computer, and all of the sudden, you’re a femboy. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t choose this. Yet there it is.”

I could come up with a thousand reasons as to why this would never happen. Hell, I could even argue that the whole Steam Deck’s existence comes from a series of decisions that Valve made out of hatred for Microsoft. So, yeah, it’s not happening.

Still though, as a thought experiment, imagining a world where tomorrow, Steam is owned by Microsoft, it’s… interesting, to say the least. In the most horrifying way possible, but interesting nonetheless. Quite frankly, I can’t imagine anything worse happening for video games. Like to me, this is what a video game apocalypse sounds like.

You know, there is a lot that is to blame for why Firefox doesn’t get the market share that it needs, but I would blame a part on its community as well. I have never seen a community that is so reluctant to any change or basically any features being added to a product than the Firefox community.

Firefox developers:

Look! To try and make the browser easier to use for new users, we have added a pop-up remind you that hey, Firefox sync is an awesome feature of this browser. Because feature discoverability is hard.

The Firefox community five seconds later:

E N S H I T I F I C A T I O N

Mozilla isn’t perfect. Far from it. I have a lot of things to say about them and features that were never added or removed years ago that I’m still pissed off about and will continue to complain about until it is resolved, like fucking PWAs for example.

But damn, being a Firefox developer sounds really hard. Like, trying to please a bunch of people who are always complaining about the state of this browser, but also will, without fail, always complain every time you change or add features sounds fucking exhausting.

We say this every fucking year! Come on, this is getting ridiculous! Stop it! There will never be a year of the Linux desktop and if anything, this post shows why.

So much of the Linux community is utterly detached from what really matters to most users and focus on things that 80% of people won’t ever understand, care about or even use.

We focus on this and meanwhile, little quality of life features constantly get ignored when these are the real things that users will encounter and that will piss them off. They get treated as trivial. They get ignored in favor of other things.

Somebody mentioned it here. I saw it and I didn’t need them to mention it to want to say it. It’s already something that’s pissing me off. On Fedora for my Framework Laptop there is no way to adjust the scrolling speed on my trackpad which is moronically fast.

We are on the 40th release of Fedora, the 46th release of GNOME, and somehow this still isn’t baked in. I still have to go look around and use the fucking terminal to do something this basic. When some of them try Linux and will eventually push them to go back to Windows. And when users complain about this, what do we get? A bunch of elitists telling them to fuck off to go back to Windows, which I also saw as responses to this complaint about the trackpad.

Listen, Linux is an amazing project and I love it. I daily drive it. I don’t use Windows anywhere in my life. I haven’t touched OS in like two years at the very least. So many things that we are celebrating as brand new things that are finally working properly are things that already work by default on Windows and have been for years. We’re not going to convince people by mentioning that, “oh, we fixed this thing that’s been working forever on Windows.” It works on Linux now. People need more than this.

You want to know the sad truth? Here we go. We, collectively here, users of platform like Lemmy, are a vocal minority who are detached from the reality of most users. We care about ads, we care about privacy and so on, but the reality is most that people don’t. Most people won’t even notice that those things are there. For so many people, Windows is just the thing that stands between them and launching Chrome. It already works for them. There’s no reason for them to switch.

We are all way too invested in what runs on our computers and we forget that we are just us. Most people are not like us. Privacy scandals stop us from using stuff like social media and so on, but it clearly hasn’t stopped most of the world.

People heard about the shit that Meta was and is doing. Did people stop using Instagram? No, they didn’t. People know what Google is doing, how many of them switched to DuckDuckGo? A clinical moron turning the platform into a far-right haven didn’t stop most users from using Twitter.

The API bullshit didn’t stop most users from using Reddit. Sure there were protest, but I guarantee you that 99% who took part in the blackout just went back to it after. A lot of us didn’t. We left. We’re here now. But we’re still a tiny minority.

Ask a Firefox user did telling Chrome users that privacy was important ever worked? I’m sure you will get examples of it working but it’s a minority. Most people don’t give a shit and they use Chrome.

I don’t have a solution. I’m sorry, I made this long-ass comment but I don’t have much else to say. I don’t have a good solution to this problem.

This is a reminder that this guy has very large chances to go back in the office and be president of the United States once again. We are so fucked and I am saying this as someone who is not American.

Well, I’ve been on it for a while and it’s kind of nice. The last time I was there I could notice that some of Twitter’s toxicity was starting to take root because lots of people came from Twitter. But other than that, I am not comfortable using something that is not open source nowadays.

I’m done with this shit. I don’t want proprietary stuff in my life anymore. I still have some, but the less I do the better, and especially when it comes to things like this. I don’t want to sit around waiting for inevitable, greedy, shitty money-driven decision to run this thing into a fucking wall.

Blusky is decentralized-ish, but it’s not open. And eventually money is going to be an issue and it’s eventually going to be filled with ads or be an algorithmic nightmare or whatever, like everything else before it.

I am sticking with Masterdawn and I barely go there. I don’t post regularly there, I don’t have anyone or anything interesting to follow there. It’s mostly a tool for me to follow software and everything. But I won’t have it any other way. I’m done. I’m not moving anymore. I am done following and getting invested in the latest proprietary bullshit website or app that is cool right now, but is inevitably going to try and suck out as much money as it can from its users.

Look at BeReal. I love the idea. It’s great. It’s what social media should be. But now, there are allowing celebrities and companies on it. Sucking the life out of it. And I loved the idea but I never used the app. Why? Because they didn’t have a way to make money! Of course this was going to happen.

Anyway. Is it open-source? No? Then I’ll pass.

Loneliness isn’t an epidemic, it’s a symptom of a greater illness. That illness is called capitalism and it’s slowly killing us all.

I’m not religious. I believe the universe is an accident, and we are a consequence of its randomness. We exist not for a higher purpose, we just exist because stuff happened and we came out of it, like the rest of the universe. Life is random. Nothing is written, none of it is happening for a reason. It’s all chaos and we’re part of it.

We were cells in the ocean, which, the ocean by itself was already a miracle so big it’s basically a mathematical impossibility. And from these cells, we eventually became these weird, mostly hairless apes that are so smart that they can think about the fact that they’re on a giant ball lost in space, moving at ludicrous speed through the vastness of space, kept alive by a giant ball of fire that will give them cancer if they bask in it’s glory for too long or make them blind if they look at it too long.

It’s absolute chaos. And I find all of this to be oddly comforting. I even find it to be beautiful in it’s own way. Life is amazing because it’s all an accident, it’s all random and it’s astonoshing to see the results. But I also get how absolutely terrifying what I just said could be to a lot of people.

Do they get Elon’s dumbass tweets projected in their mind, now?

I know someone else already mentioned it but I’m going to do the same. Notesnook. I have been using it for around six months now.

I have been looking for the perfect note taking up for a long time. I have some of the same concern as you and Standard Notes looked like a promising app for me but it also looked really overpriced and kind of over complicated.

Notesnook pretty much had everything I wanted. The most important thing for me is that it is completely cross-platform. It has perfect feature parity no matter where you are, no matter if you’re on the web app, the iOS app or the Android app, the Mac app, whatever. It has everything on all apps.

It’s important to me because some apps are primarily developed for one platform and you can tell that while you pay the same price on another, you’re still a second class citizen. And you also get some apps which are in general scattered around feature-wise. So some client gets some features and other don’t. It’s weird. I mean look at the whole Proton suite between iOS and Android.

It can sync with its own service, it works well enough, and it’s end to an encrypted which I love.

And it’s fully open source! Which is the cherry on top.

My only gripe with it is its editor. It supports markdown but it’s not really markdown. It’s a rich text editor with markdown support for formatting which is very different. The results are sensibly the same but more often than not if you copy and paste something that is already formatted from a markdown editor into the app, it won’t format it. You will get # and * everywhere but they won’t do what they’re meant to be doing. Because it’s made to interpret Markdown as you type it.

I wish we could get an actual simple, rock solid Markdown editor. But other than that? Notesnook is the nest Note taking app I’ve used and I’ve tried plenty.

Reminder that it takes much more effort to try and erase us from society, than to accept us.

PART 4: One Of The Worst Nights Of My Life

I don’t remember how it started. I just remember what started happening in the middle of the night. I assume it started like every other with some bullying, the usual crap, whatever. But in the middle of night, I feel my bed moving. And mind you, this bed is suspended over Gabriel’s, the other roommate, not Nicholas. I think in English it’s called a bunk bed. And all of a sudden, I fell. I felt it lift up and then it suddenly like gave up underneath me. I fell on the ground and when I looked up again, the bed was on Gabriel, who was beneath me. It fell on him.

I was half naked on the floor. I wasn’t panic. I was apologizing. And both of them were standing in front of me. Getting half mad at me. And I say half because they were trying to suppress their laughter because they clearly organized the thing this way. They ordered me to keep quiet because they didn’t want anyone else outside the room to hear. They told me to not move, and to stay quiet for a while. I stayed on the ground, almost afraid for my life not knowing what the fuck was going on. I was in deep sleep when that happened. But no one came, so no one heard my fall.

After that they talked down to me, pretending that this was my fault as if they didn’t organize the whole thing, I blamed them for it and they almost got violent because of it. So I backed down. I got docile again. I was laying on the floor half naked in front of these two guys. It was humiliating. That was the only reasonable thing to do. No one was coming to help. And I had learned years ago that asking for help from the school itself was just a shit idea, so I was on my own.

I fixed the bed. Gabriel also helped me. I mean, his comfort depended on it. And I went back to sleep. That would have been a bad night but that’s it.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

Did you ever woke up suddenly, panicked with like a giant alarm yelling in your mind “you are about to die”?

I don’t know the hour. I don’t remember this. I remember just waking up suddenly panicked. I had a strong smell in my nose. It smelled like pepper. Like it just took every thing in my nose. That’s all I could smell, nothing else. And all of the sudden blood started coming out of my nose. And not just a drop like suddenly I had blood all over my face.

I have no idea what they did to me. I just don’t. So I went down my bunk trying to just figure out what was happening. I went into the bathroom, turned the light on in panic. They both yelled at me because I turned the light on and I asked them for help. And they yelled at me some more, also while laughing, which confirmed to me that they were responsible for what was happening to me.

The bleeding stopped on its own eventually. And I just locked myself into the bathroom for the rest of the night. And I slept there on the cold floor. I spent a good part of that night trying to get rid of that smell in my nose. I mean, I tried to sleep, I mostly cried all night, I was freaked out and I was afraid of them. Because again, I woke up, and the first thing that came in my mind was, “You have to do something, you are about to die”, which I wasn’t, but that’s just what my brain communicated to me. I figured out otherwise shortly after but I was freaked the hell out. I guess it was adrenaline or something? I don’t know.

But the door had a lock so they couldn’t get me there. When morning came and the surveillance came into the room, to wake us up she asked where I was and I put on my brightest voice and told her that I was up early and already in the bathroom.

To this day, I still have no fucking clue what is it that they did to me that night. What was that strong smell of pepper and why the hell did it burn everything up my nose and started to make me bleed like that. I have no idea what happened.

But morning came, but that night wasn’t over for me because I really didn’t have a night, to be honest. There was one more thing to come. Most people cleared out off the floor and I was left in the room with just Nicholas and me, which accused me of being responsible for his poor sleep, and me being stressed the hell out and having close to no sleep… I told him that he could only blame himself for what he did to me. We started to argue and I argued back. So he got violent and how did it ended? Nicholas went to his locker, which we had in our room, opened it, pulled out a massive knife, put it at my throat, pushed me on the desk, which was near a window, opened the window, pushed me on the desk to that window. He had much more strength than I could ever had and he was either going to open my throat or throw me down five floors. I don’t really remember what I did in defense of that. I’m pretty sure I just got real quiet and just got as docile as I have ever been.

He let me go but made a point to threaten me again. Of course.

You know what’s weird? I think I had a pretty normal day after that. Which is really weird now that I think about it. After all the shit that happened, I had a pretty average day. Nothing special. I think the effect of that day happened at first, days after and later, months and sometimes even years after.

At that point I had gotten used to having regular panic attacks. At night when I knew I had to go back up there, it only got worse and after that I begged my parents to take me home as I explained earlier, which they did. It’s only gotten worse after this because now they didn’t just threaten to beat me, to rape me, to do whatever. Nicholas threatened to kill me, and it wasn’t just words. I had a knife put on my throat and I was held close to a window ready to be thrown out. Things just escalated massively.

I never told anyone. I finally talked about it to my family recently that I was years and years after but I kept my mouth shut during the whole thing.

And what was I supposed to do? Talk to the principal about it? They would have searched his locker, found the knife, expelled him forever from the school, and he would have come found me and gutted me somewhere in the street. At least, that’s how I saw things back then. Nowadays, I don’t know if it would have been that extreme, but I still think ratting him would’ve been a pretty fucking terrible idea.

One of the worst things that happened to me in that school was something that happened completely outside of it. It was in my home. One day I opened up about the shit that was happening to me, to my father, which I never got good relationship with. I don’t know why I opened up to him. It was a bad idea. I remained vague about what was happening because I just didn’t want to tell him in details the shit that happened to me. I was afraid he would do something violent or whatever. I didn’t want it to make things worse for me. But his response is one of the worst memories I have of this place. He basically told me that if I was bullied everywhere I went, that maybe I ought to take a good look at myself and that maybe I was provoking it. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I deserved it. That I asked for it. That was after that night, too.

I have never felt so alone that in that moment. But also, even though I didn’t have a good relationship with him, he was someone I still trusted. So I kind of got it into my head that all of those things that were happening to me, well, maybe I deserved them…

I didn’t. Of course. But I didn’t know that back then.

Anyway, there is plenty of other stuff that happened to me in that school. And I wasn’t the only time I was bullied, of course. I also got bullied later in life in the wonderful work of employment. But that’s already long enough. So, you know, I am going to end this by a very short story. The story of my last night in that god forsaken dorm.

I lied. Kind of. Bonus story (Bullying Free), below. (this is the last one, for real this time)

PART 3: Second School - The Dorms

I didn’t get to choose my room because I was one of the last people to arrive.

I got placed with two very masculine guys which were very muscular, very tall. And clearly, didn’t want to have another roommate. I wanted nothing to do with them either but I was going to suffer from it all the same.

I didn’t knew them, and I never saw them outside of the dorm, because our school was separated into two buildings with two very different speciality. So outside of the dorms we would never meet each other.

We get a new character here, which we’re going to call Nicholas. Nicholas was not just an asshole. He was a downright sociopath and I’m scored of him. I learned to fear him very fast, but I wasn’t aware until a few months on how much I should fear him.

With these two it started friendly enough. I would stay in my corner. I would sleep in my bed which was over one of them. And I would be very quiet, very discreet. I would not make eye contact. I would answer when I’m talked to and that’s it. I was very docile.

They too made my life hell. And honestly, out of all the memories I have from this place, these are the worst. And they only lasted six months, because I begged my parents to get me the hell out of here. I would sleep in my bed every night after that. I had around an hour of bus to get home and to get to school. So it wasn’t that much. I had no obligation to sleep there. I could have done without it. We just wanted to try to experiment. And I was open to new things…

You know, a lot of people talk about the dorms like it’s the best time of their life. It was the worst time of my life, by far. Among the three years, which also were the worst period of my life, these six months, that was something else.

I guess that it started friendly enough, but very soon confrontation would start to happen over nothing. One day I was downstairs. I was actually under the stairs. It was a good spot. I had my laptop. No one would bother me here. But Nicholas and a bunch of friends just went by here and saw me. He said something to me that I didn’t like. I don’t remember what it was, but I pretty much told him to fuck off at which point he came to me, pinned me to the wall and pretty much threatened me to break my arms or some shit. Okay, message received loud and clear. I won’t do that again, especially if you’re with your friends.

Soon after, when we were in the room, all three of us, my other roommate, let’s call him Gabriel, and Nicholas would yell at me for nothing. He would kick me out of the dorm even though he couldn’t, which made it so that a surveillance had to brought me back in. Telling Nicholas that he couldn’t kick me out and Nicholas would yell some more at me saying that I basically ratted on him which I didn’t and he knew it. I could tell he knew it. It wasn’t some twisted logic or whatever, no he just knew it, he just liked fucking with me.

Writing this, I’m realizing that Roman and Nicholas have a lot in common. For example, Gabriel, when Nicholas wasn’t here, was pretty nice and chill. He wasn’t the massive asshole he would turn into when Nicholas was here to influence him. I guess bullies have that influence on people.

I remember both of them would constantly do shit like talk to each other in the middle of the night, joke around, ask me questions and if I ever answered they would get mad at me because I talked in the middle of the night and they’re trying to sleep. And if I did give an answer they would get mad at me because I didn’t answer. They would do shit like this constantly.

Back then, I was piecing together that maybe I was a girl which, now that I write it I realize that in this period of my life, I was actually understanding it. It was making sense, it was starting to become a thing, but because of what was happening, I got scared and I just put it back in the closet as far as I could. And it would take me years for me to finally get it out and accept who I was, which was last year.

I think they could sense that something was going on. Because they would play on it. I got insulted for being too feminine. Even though I wasn’t. I never dressed up like a girl. Like I said, I was just wearing jeans and hoodies and whatever. Nothing very masculine but nothing very feminine either. I was very neutral. I didn’t really have a sense of style.

They would tell me that I was weak, that I was too feminine, and that I would get basically eaten up in this world because of that. And for some reason I trusted them. Because they were bullying me, and it seemed like they were on top of everything, so maybe they were doing something right. I don’t know what was going in my mind. This was getting mixed up with lots of things in my life.

To continue listing the shit they did to me, I remember one night Nicholas was on the phone with his girlfriend. She was on speaker, and for some reason, they were talking about me. How lucky for me. And… she was bullying me, a person she never met in her entire fucking life.

Among figuring out that I was trans, which I eventually pushed back for many years, I also was figuring out that I was bisexual and I had a strong attraction to some parts of the, shall we say, masculine anatomy. I was a naive kid, but I wasn’t dumb enough to share that with them. They probably figured this out on their own. I’ve been called a fag my whole life so it’s not surprising that they were making fun of me for this.

So I had two people in the room, and a third party on the phone which never even saw my face, talking and mocking me because they were discussing me sucking dick and getting fucked. By them, at some point, too, I remember. This is burned into my mind. Having people in a room which you barely know and one of them on the phone which you don’t know at all, talking about gangbanging you - with it going from you loving it or you hating it but being powerless to do anything - even though they are all straight and are talking with obvious disgust, just to get a reaction out of you tends to do that I guess. I remember her hurting me the most. She was basically mocking me for being submissive sexually I guess. But also for being feminine in many ways and coming from someone who obviously was feminine. I don’t know, it was especially violent because I was trans, Playing around with my femininity in a social way, as well as in a sexual way, was something that I desperately needed back then, especially at this point in my life. and I wasn’t in a safe place to accept it or explore it.

It’s burned in my mind because it was vicious. It was awful and I felt terrible about it. And also because it made me “horny” and I didn’t want to. It made me feel something positive to the humiliation which made me want to throw up. I was disgusted on myself and I was disgusted and everything that was happening. It was one of the weirdest combination of feelings I’ve ever had in my life. It felt like they had gotten into my mind and just played around with it and tortured me with it. I felt violated.

Things turned differently when all of a sudden, continuing in that direction, Nicholas asked me if I would want to fuck his girlfriend. He insisted on it, and I knew that it was bait. Because the whole night he was like, “You’re gay, you suck cock, you’re disgusting” whatever. But then all of a sudden he was describing to me how beautiful his girlfriend was and the size of her breast and everything. And he was basically trying to make me lust after her. Trying to make me say something that would justify him being violent towards me. Because I knew his type, a guy looks at his property, uh I mean, girlfriend, the wrong way and he gets violent.

Most of my memories are now blurry, you know? It’s a bit of a mixed bags of various things that come up here and there, but it’s pretty much a blur. I have some distinct things, like the ones I told you that are stuck in my mind, but I have one last one, which was perhaps the worst night of my entire life. Oh actually, there was that time where I woke up drenched in sweat and wanted to stuck a knife in my skull to end the sudden pain I was feeling from my teeths before we figured out a couple of days later that I had somhow developped scurvy. Take your vitamin C kids, it’s important. But that’s a story for another day. So it’s one of the worst night in my life.

Part 4 (last part), below.

PART 2 : Second School - Daytime

When I finally arrived, I remember hearing someone say, “Is that [awful nickname from previous school]?” It turns out some of the people who I went to the previous group with also got here. And because of them, the reputation that they gave me on first day when I arrived there followed me here. I thought I had a brand new start. I thought this was the beginning of something else. It wasn’t.

I finally arrived in my class. This class was made of mostly girls and just a couple of guys. Among those guys was one that we will call Roman. Roman was a piece of shit, but I didn’t know that at the time.

My first day of classes didn’t went well. Once I came in class and I figured out I had a chewing gum in my hair. So I tried to remove it and I got told to fuck off by the teacher because I probably did it to myself because that is such a normal thing to do, apparently.

Classes were pretty basic, pretty nice, and I learned some stuff that I still use these days, so that’s nice. But my classmates were something else. Remember Roman? Well he became obsessed with me.

Every joke was at my expense, constantly. And what’s worse is, he would always be followed by the rest of the guys, and he would follow me everywhere I went. I spent three fucking years playing a game of cat and mouse for this guy so that I could have some peace between classes. I would go places where I wasn’t allowed to go just to hide to get my laptop out so that I could write or do whatever I wanted in peace and in total secrecy.

Because when he was there, he would throw stuff at me. He would bother me. He wouldn’t solve me. He would take his phone out and take photos of me, publish them online, and so on. And I would move, and he would follow with the rest of his small pack. At first I had a few places where I’d like to go. But over time, every time I went there, guess who’d show up. With his fucking grin, so proud of himself every time.

It’s gotten to a point that I would hide in the town. It was a small mountain town and in winter It was cold as shit, but I had a few places that I knew I would never see them in. And until I did I would hang around there and move when they found me.

But one day Roman got sick. Roman got sick and the class was very different. It turns out that the class is pretty much like a pack of wolf. There is an alpha and when the alpha isn’t here, the vibe is completely different. He was a poison to this class. Everyone was much more friendly, less hostile. I could find peace. But when he was there, he ran the show and people who didn’t have anything against me particularly would also turn on me because that’s who needed to be respected apparently.

The dude had such influence that I swear to you the teachers were different when he wasn’t there too because some of the teachers would bully me as well. They would say shit to me just to go along with the class laughing at me. But the few times where he wasn’t there. God damn, it was almost like a fucking paradise. I love that school, believe it or not. The teachers were great!

Anyway. This went on for three years. Three years of having to hide from this person who would basically stalk me wherever I went just to try to hurt me mentally and humiliate me. He even managed to convince me that we were friends. And a part of me was dumb enough to believe it. Because I wanted a way out. That’s all I wanted.

Did you ever got to a point of resentment so intense against someone that just seeing their face could ruin your entire day? That was me with him. It would cripple every ounce of joy I could have in my body this day and I’d get depressed.

There had been a period when I gave up, I just accepted it. Just did my thing. And they just came in here, insulted me, did whatever, took photos of me, threw stuff at me. And I wouldn’t react. You know, they always say ignore them. They’re going to get away, get bored. That’s bullshit.

And the worst part is, you know wen I told you that he was a piece of shit. The truth is I don’t think he was but he definitely acted like one. But I don’t think he was such a bad guy. I don’t think he was like evil or anything. He acted like a piece of shit but I think it was just his way of acting out against the rest of his life I guess. I don’t know. He didn’t seem bad to me. Yet he made my life hell for three years.

But there was another aspect of this school that was new for me. It was the first time in my life that I didn’t sleep at home. I stayed there. It was a part of the building which was separated from the main one. It was a cross town and we were sleeping it.

I just said that this guy made my life hell for three years and he did. During those three years it got worse and worse every time. But the worst part of those three years, intensity wise, was definitely the first six months.

Part 3, below.

Yes. A lot.

My whole life pretty much, but I think high school was the worst, I don’t know if it’s high school because I’m not English/American and the terms are not the same. It’s “Lycée” in French.

Anyway, I have been bullied for many reasons my whole life. I figured out much later that I was trans and a lot of that bullying made sense because I understood that a lot of people understood that I was what I was long before I ever did and used it against me.

But that bullying peaked when I was around 15. Or at least back then I thought it did.

DISCLAIMER 1:

I don’t have any advice to give, this is just me, sharing my story.

DISCLAIMER 2:

This post is REALLY long. And thus, it is cut into four different parts, which will be posted separately. This is the first one, the retainers will be found as responses to this one.

It seems that Lemmy has a phantom character limit and I can’t quite figure out what it is. I think it’s 10k character. But like I said, this is a REALLY long answer.

DISCLAIMER 3:

Everything I’m able to talk about happened in the French public education system. I have never been to a private school in my life. This is strictly public and it’s also French, so if something doesn’t make sense to you, it might be a cultural difference. I use the word high-school but it’s probably the right term, for exemple.

WARNING, ABSURDLY LONG POST INCOMING!

PART 1: First School Change

My school at the time, the one from my hometown, moved me to a different school telling me that they would be more specialized in what I wanted to do. I had this desire to be a graphic designer back then. It never happened. Judging by how complicated and sometimes shitty that career is, how hard it is to make money in it, to live from it. Well, I didn’t miss out on anything I’d say.

Me and my parents believed it naively. Because on paper it did have a part of it that was similar to it or at least could branch out in the direction that I wanted. Because the rest of the school was focused on manual work, like repairing roads and shit. Which is something that is not up my alley. I am not a very strong person or a very manual person. I have a handicap that prevents me from writing by hand, So you can imagine how that would impact for the rest of the manual labor here is wasn’t something I could do at all. But I had completely given up on school, so it seemed like a way out.

This proved to be a very long year for me. People there were insufferable. Where I came from people were hard with me, but this was on a different level. They were borderline violent sometimes. I was surrounded by people who were older than me, much more masculine than I ever was and made me felt that this was a man’s school, not a girl or whatever I was school. I felt like a sheep among wolves. And the whole school immediately figured me out and somehow people that I’ve never met had already a nickname for me which went through the whole school.

What was the most difficult for me is that I had a cousin with me. This cousin was like a brother to me. And he always had my back. Not this time. I don’t think he ever realized it, and I never really held it against him, but he fell in the group and basically turned against me.

No matter where I would go in the school, someone would randomly insult me. I got called transphobic shit multiple times. I never dressed like a girl back then. I just had long hair. Again, people knew way before I did what I was. But I got called all sorts of random things. The most vicious part of that is that this was basically everyone. So if I wanted to have friends, if I wanted to not be alone, I had to endure it. So it was either find a place to hide or deal with it.

But there was this one guy I remember him. He kept pushing it. My cousin was friend with him. It was very amusing for him to watch this, but for me, the dude kept pushing it again and again and again. The dude was an idiot. I don’t have any other way to say it. I mean the dude had actual though intelligence. He was dumb as a rock. But he was also an annoying cunt who never knew when to stop. When he was bored instead of fidgeting, he would pick on people, and I became his favorite toy.

Imagine a guy constantly poking you with his finger. That was him. He would do all kinds of shit constantly. Cutting my hair when I had my back turned, throwing stuff at me, but it was constant. That type of people. You know them. The difference with him is that he never knew when the fucking stopped. Because he never did. It was constant.

I yelled at him in the middle of the class more than once. He was like twice as large as me. I could have never had him in a fight even though I wanted too. I am not a violent person at all, I never pick fight. I’ve never really gotten to fights in my life at all, but I would have done anything to make him fuck off and I never figured something out. I despised him. I remember wishing he would die on the way there so that I would have peace for once. This feelings are awful to have. But I don’t feel guilty. He made me.

Of course no one had my back in this school. No one… You couldn’t count on anyone. Some of the teacher were nice, but that’s about it. Everything else, asking for help, would be… you know, making ways. So I didn’t. And I just kept on going… quietly.

It was a long year, and by the end of it, I had awful results. If I had not completely given up before now, I did, and all of my wishes to get to new schools, including those who would have made me a graphic designer, all left me hanging. I was left with nothing and nowhere to go. I have no memory of that summer vacation. All I remember is the final weeks. I went back to that school and saw the person in charge of helping people finding schools and everything and she had a couple of propositions. I took the only one that made sense so that I could get a diploma, a “Baccalauréat”, in French.

And if you think this is where the story ends, it’s actually where it begins. Like I said, it’s a long one.

Because of what just happened I arrived two weeks later than everyone else. And this was the beginning of a very long three years, which to this day - I am 26 and this was back when I was like 17, 18, 19 - it’s still the three worst years of my life.

Part 2, below.

You know, I don’t believe anyone is too far gone. With very few exceptions. I was pretty right-wing at some time in my life and I came back from it, so I do believe in redemption. I do believe that we get to come back from this. But if you end up to a point where you will go on tirade about how Michelle Obama is actually a fucking man… you’re too far gone, you’re one of those exception.

That was me. 🐣

Okay, I’m going to go on a bit of a rant now, and it’s nothing against this particular creator. But at some point I have to put my foot down and say: No. Fuck this video.

I don’t know who started this damn trend, but I’m so tired of these unnecessarily long videos. Your video should never be 4, 5 or even 6 hours long. What the fuck! Amazing documentaries have been made for decades and they never reached that amount of time. There is no reason why a video should be 6 hours long. I have other shit to do. At some point, just publish a book…

And I know, that sweet retention time. But you can’t convince me you had so much to say and that everything in this video is so important that nothing couldn’t be taken out. I don’t believe you. I don’t need to click on this video to know it could be two and a half hours long at best. And if really, you have that much to say? Cut that shit into a series, then!

Look, I already find it hard to watch a 30 minute video essay. Because most of the time, it doesn’t need to be that long and the person making it just won’t get to the damn point.

Like, let’s say I’m watching a video about a game. If I’m watching this, chances are I already know the game. Or at least, just give some brief context. You don’t have to “but actually… whats’s a video game?” me and then to go into thé whole fucking history of video games and tell me about how life was for the developer when they was a sperm in someone’s balls…

I’ll say this though, I used to make videos. I would write, record and edit the whole thing on my own. So a six hours long project? Yeah, I respect the hell out of that. But at some point, you need to think of the viewer. It’s unreasonable to ask someone to take this much time to do anything in their day. Cut it into multiple parts, I know chapters are a thing but YouTube remembering where I stopped watching is far too inconsistent for that.

It’s almost a guarantee that she is going to be raped multiple times in a men’s prison. And while you could say that she is supporting the people who make this happen, leopards eating faces and all that, and therefore, had it coming… no one deserves this. Being principled means standing for your enemies when it’s necessary, even if you know they wouldn’t do the same for you.

Does she deserves prison? I mean… I guess, if we think prison is good, then yes? But that’s a whole other debate. But I’m seeing it like this: On one hand: It’s a Trump supporter dipshit who stormed the fucking capitol and is getting what’s coming to them, fuck them. But on the other hand: It’s a trans woman being thrown in a men’s prison and is therefore going to be raped multiple times and/or be forced to be stuck in solitary the whole time. And that is not ok, at all.

And like every other DRM, it’s just going to be something that the people who bought the game and play it unaltered will be forced to deal with in one way or another… while those who modify the game, emulate or pirate it, won’t. I love DRMs. Nothing like feeling like a sucker for actually buying the game and not cracking it.