In His Own Words: Conned by a female sociopath
“Our eyes met across a crowded room. As trite as it sounds, that is how I met the woman who became my wife and my abuser… the Hungarian Horntail.”
“Our eyes met across a crowded room. As trite as it sounds, that is how I met the woman who became my wife and my abuser… the Hungarian Horntail.”
Given how hateful and dishonest so many feminists with institutional power are, we’re astonished at least one who matters still speaks truth to power.
“I met her through work and, by all accounts, it seemed like the most normal relationship I ever had. “
Some emails simply must be shared.
Sage Gerard takes anti-feminism to the debate floor against an organization of questionable integrity.
“Absolutely, unequivocally, as soon as the words, ‘I can tell…’ have been uttered, I know I’m in for a ride on the roller coaster of emotional insanity.”
“Why was a fellow student phoning me up and asking to meet at the police station? What was it that he couldn’t discuss over the phone?”
I broke down. I couldn’t even look myself in the eye anymore. I truly believed that D was right. I was a monster. “A monster who was so horribly scarred that could never be loved or be healed”, as D put it.
There have been almost 2 million tweets regarding #GamerGate. I have typed out a few myself, along with two blog posts prior to this one about it. The reason(s) I am on the #GamerGate “side” of this squabble? First, I love video games. My live-in girlfriend would attest to the amount of time I spend …
I remember waking up to my head being slammed against the wall, causing me to have a goose egg on my forehead for about two weeks. When I looked over, D acted like she was sleeping.