He kept Arguing that he wasn’t Female in any way for some time but Eventually he did the Only Thing he really could do if he didn’t want to lose my Respect altogether, and he did it rather Cleverly: He Admitted to the Truth but Avoided outright having to Say: “Yes, I’ve been Lying To You!”. I saw No Reason for further Humiliation – I didn’t mean to humiliate him in the first place, just to get him to be honest with me, and I knew the Admission he’d given me was Humiliating Enough as it were – so I immediately Accepted his Statement and did never Bring Up the Question again.
Shortly after this Exchange he Shut Off all Contact with me – except when Leaving an Anonymous Comment at my Website every now and then – and never gave me any Explanation as to Why he did this, and nor did he Owe me any Explanation.
The Confrontation and the Outcome of the following Argument to me explained why he’d been keeping his birth gender such a tight secret, because for me there is little doubt that to him women are weak, pitiful, lowly and unworthy of respect, they’re beings who deserve to be abused and mistreated by men. This is a very common view on the female sex among Sociopathic Subcultures, and is also widespread among people with AsPD.
Given the fact that I already knew that this person had a strong wish to be accepted in the Sociopath community on the Internet (there is no such thing as a ‘Psychopath Community’, psychopaths are loners by definition) and that I knew he was very active on some forums where sociopaths socialize (friendly pun intended), perhaps I can chance to guess that my Reader agrees I now ‘have something on’ this person?
Unless I’m seriously mistaken I believe the obvious answer to that guess is Yes.
Now here’s the catch….After some time of having had no correspondence with my paranoid email acquaintance I happened to become the central subject of attention in a heated flame war against me by another community of sociopaths – who, ironically, accused me of being a woman who claimed to be a man! – this person whom I’d been trying to support for months, and who was witnessing the whole thing unfold, he suddenly decides to leave a comment, here at my own domain, Psychopathic Writings, which stated that:
“I have something on Zhawq”!
Voila, what a friend-to-be! What a would-be confidante! What a man reaching out to interact with others who might understand about violent urges and being an intelligent loner in a society of mainstream sleepwalkers! Indeed…
Again I will caution my Readers to not jump to conclusions about who could this female man could be. Others who have never exchanged words with me have claimed to have something on me and some of those comments may still be around, though I published plenty of trash against the sociopaths – mostly in good humor, I must say – but I realized it was counter productive to uphold a Mud Throwing style of content on a website if I should have any hope of getting it to a position with slightly more useful potential, for my Readers as well as for myself, so I removed the articles where I made fun of those who were trying to discredit me, along with most of the comments I’d left of the same nature elsewhere on the web.
But to get back to the story, what was that ‘something on Zhawq’ that this guy suddenly claimed to have? I don’t have to search my memory to know the answer, and it is this: He thinks he can use my suggestion that he “look to the south” to derive some relief for his urge to kill people against me by claiming I was Encouraging or Inciting him to go and commit murder. Obviously, as I have already shown, he has absolutely nothing on me (if he did I certainly would not be writing this article!).
In fact it is quite the other way around, I have something on him, not vice versa. So why didn’t I immediately out him, either from the start or when he left his comment? No doubt he is convinced that I didn’t out him because I’m scared of what he ‘has on me’. Nothing could be further from the truth, so…
Guess again, my friend (yes, you! You know who you are and I know you’re reading this), here’s the reason why I never outed you: I didn’t out you because I had no reason to do so! I didn’t out you because I’m not mean just to be mean and nor do I have any drive or need to be mean whenever I have the opportunity!
Yes, I do get angry when people think they can abuse me or any kindness I’ve showed them, but I have no need for helping others to be cruel toward someone I know could be crushed easily and without much fuss. You see, if I feel the urge to see cruelty unleashed upon others, I don’t even need to fuel a crowd of small minded people who can’t get past the medieval view of gender differences to go and do it for me (some Biblical examples of Cruelty). Though clearly under some circumstances it can be beneficial to let others do your dirty work for you, in your case I could be cruel toward you myself just fine and nobody would ever know about it, I wouldn’t need others to know what I did to bring you down or how I got away with it….But worry not, you have nothing to fear, I won’t bother to lift a finger against you!
You can think it’s because I’m not psychopathic enough or because I’m afraid of you, whatever suits your fancy. You’ll never grasp the nature of what you so covet, and that is your ruin. I need not do to you what you’re already doing to yourself. Sad to see intellect go to waste in a Self Destructive deluded dream, but I can live with that. You, on the other hand… [fill in blanks].
I offered you a form of friendship, and you showed me you aren’t worthy of friendship, as others who are adept at reading people do also know, this is why so few want to befriend you and it is why they refuse your attempts to befriend them. You hoped to find fellowship, but you don’t have the ability to know and understand when it pays to be loyal. In spite of all your intellectual eloquence you’re incapable of spotting even the most blatant opportunity when it drops into your lap, your willingness to allow paranoia and anxiety to rule your behavior is your doom and in the end you have only yourself to blame for that. It is because of this that you will remain lonely, unhappy, forever anxious and friendless.
Believe it or not, I’m generally a quite nice guy. There are but two types of situations in which I will stop at nothing to get back at someone, 1.: If that someone attempts to hurt or harm me or my Loved Ones, and 2.: If that someone threatens to hurt or harm me or my loved ones – provided he has the means to back up his threats.
If none of these conditions aren’t met I’m quite happy to settle for a simple warning. You may consider this to be such a warning, …or not. It’s up to you.
It wasn’t until a year after my correspondence with the person about whom I’ve spoken above was discontinued that I came upon a concept called Transgenderism. It turns out that someone can indeed be male in every way except for how their physical sex appears. With this new knowledge I wish even more that he’d have told me how it really was. But it may not have made any difference since he’s too emotionally damaged.