GabAnon22

What I said was cruel, harmful, and completely unacceptable. No matter how strongly I disagreed with people in a fandom, there was no justification for saying something like that. I take full responsibility for my words and the impact they may have had on others.

I also want to provide some context, not to excuse my behavior, but to explain where I was emotionally at the time. I have been carrying a lot of trauma from losing my parents and having my life completely change afterward. Following their deaths, I had to immigrate to the United States and move in with my grandparents. The grief, instability, and emotional pain from those experiences affected me deeply.

During that period, I was also influenced and manipulated by people who encouraged unhealthy and hostile behavior online. Looking back, I recognize that I was groomed into adopting attitudes and actions that were harmful to both myself and others. While that influence affected me, I still take responsibility for the things I chose to say.

I was also struggling with a serious eating disorder and other mental health challenges that I was not properly addressing. Those struggles affected my judgment, my behavior, and the way I interacted with people. Again, this is not an excuse for what I said. It is simply part of the reality of what I was dealing with at the time.

I recognize that my comments hurt real people. Fandom disagreements should never become personal attacks, and they should never include telling someone to harm themselves.

I am committed to doing better. Part of that commitment is getting help for my eating disorder and working on my mental health so I can handle my emotions and disagreements in healthier ways. I want to learn from my mistakes and become a more respectful and compassionate person.

I do not expect immediate forgiveness, but I felt it was important to acknowledge my actions, take responsibility for them, and apologize to the people I hurt.

did you know that the only men who benefit from the patriarchy are one small specific group of evil men, who oppress the other men? the patriarchy is really just about belittling men, you see. and if you say something that is not niceys about men, you're contributing to this patriarchy

Their viewpoints are not harmless opinions. If you tolerate intolerance you are catering to the intolerant. There are no "both sides" to this. TERFs are awful people who have made their idiotic, baseless hatred their entire personality.

Somehow he didn't make a complete fool of himself while facing his gay awakening and the biggest crush since he was in middle school.

Unless you count asking Bruce Fucking Wayne out on a date, sure that he will say no, but he asked anyway, because what does he have to lose?

Bruce Wayne said yes.

Now Clark is panicking because he's just a poor student, he can't afford the type of restaurant Bruce Wayne eats at!

He should cancel!

Clark doesn't cancel because his mama didn't raise a quitter.

He invites Bruce to a small bistro affordable to a student and somehow Wayne is having fun? Smiling and laughing at Clark's jokes, listening to his stories about Smallville and university.

He likes the food and cheap beer too!

Clark doesn't want the night to end, but unfortunately, it does. Wayne needs to go back to Gotham. He has kids.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

A car comes to pick him up and Clark waits with him to make sure nothing bad happens. And to spend a bit more time with him.

Eventually, the car arrives and they say their goodbyes.

Clark is sure this is the last time he's seeing Bruce Wayne with his own eyes, but then Bruce pulls out a card with his number - personal, not business one - and asks Clark to give him a call.

Clark is in too much shock to say anything so he just nods and takes the card.

Bruce catches his hand then and pulls him down to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Winking, Bruce gets into the car and drives away.

Empty nester Bruce who's just seen Damien off to university. He doesn't really have anyone who comes around regularly or even calls.

He accepted the invitation on impulse. The poor kid looked so embarrassed. It was adorable.

He knows it's just one date and then they'll never see each other again. To Clark it's probably just something from his bucket list. Plus he's so much younger, could be Bruce's son. Bruce shouldn't be interested in seeing him again.

Yet he can't help but give Clark his number, not getting his hopes up.

He feels so foolish staring at his phone constantly the next day. Especially when it keeps being silent.

Clark doesn't call.

Of course he doesn't, and when Bruce slowly begins to accept it at the end of the day when getting ready for bed, the phone calls.

He picks it up faster than he should.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi. It's me," the familiar voice reaches him. "Clark, that is."

"Clark," Bruce repeats, breathing out the name with relief. "I was starting to think you wouldn't call."

"The day was kind of hectic," the kid explains himself. "I finally got some free time, I hope I'm not interrupting anything? Or that you aren't getting ready to bed. It's kinda late."

"No, no, I wasn't doing anything important," Bruce lies, sitting down on the bed and playing with his robe. "How are you?"

Clark agrees and at first, Bruce is the only one cooking, but Clark can't stand just sitting there and watching, so he offers to help.

Bruce protests for only a moment before he gives in.

It's fun to cook with someone else. They keep talking and joking, and at some point, they have a little food fight.

Nothing extreme, just a bit of flour in the hair and pancake mix on the cheeks.

That one word haunts Clark for the whole trip back home.

Bruce is a father. A father of grown up children. His first is older than Clark! Hell, Bruce could be his father as well, that's how big of an age gap there is between them.

They have no business being together, not even for a one night stand.

Even if Bruce was childless, the age is still too big. They're at different stages in life, with different priorities. They would never grow old together and they would be judged constantly.

Sure, everything was perfectly legal, but that wouldn't stop people from calling Bruce a groomer, and Clark would rather not be called a gold digger.

Never calling and meeting each other again is the best decision they could make in their situation.

Clark wasn't a drinker....usually. But he drinks tonight. He had called Bruce and asked if they could talk. Bruce's eyes...he knew Clark had been spooked by something.

Clark looks at the prince of Gotham and lets the words fall on the table. "I don't know what we're doing, what I'm doing. You're old enough to be my father and even have adult children older than me. You were my first celebrity crush. I dream of making the world a more equal and less corrupt place in my own way because of you."

Clark weighs his words. "If we were to become something more serious...they would never let us have peace outside of Gotham. You would be labeled a pervert and a cradle snatcher and I would get labeled a gold digger. Any career I built would be called into question."

Clark wanted Bruce to understand, tears of frustration building in his eyes. "I like you, more than I should, and maybe I'm beginning to feel something more, but I don't know if I'm prepared for the consequences if things go further between us."

"You're right," he finally answers, throat dry like it doesn't want Bruce to speak and end this while they still can. "This could never work. Not because of us but because of everyone else. I didn't even tell my kids about you but I can imagine they won't be happy."

He can already imagine all of them asking if he lost his mind or suspecting Clark of wanting to use his money.

Bruce is a little desperate, but he's not stupid. He wouldn't let that happen, and he knows Clark's intentions are pure.

But to Bruce's kids it wouldn't matter.

And even if Clark proved them wrong, they still won't accept him as part of the family. As Bruce's boyfriend.

Not when he was younger than Dick, Casa and Jason and could literally be their younger brother.

"I never should've agreed to this," Bruce admits painfully. "Get both of our hopes up. But for what it's worth, I don't regret it."

Clark looks at him with years in his eyes.

Clark kisses him. It's warm and soft. It's perfect. He forces himself to pull away. "Thank you for everything. I'm sorry."

Bruce pulls him into a hug. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

Bruce walks Clark to the door, fantasies and dreams of a future that wouldn't ever be falling away as they accept the reality of their situation.

The door clicks locked between them like the closing of a book, Clark ponders, Perhaps an apt metaphor for the end of their little story.

He's constantly distracted, feels sick to his stomach and feels the need to cry at random.

He's a fucking mess and it shows so much his best friend Lois get concerned.

She knew since Clark came from Gotham that something was wrong, but she didn't push because she hoped he would talk with her on his own.

But Clark is getting worse each day and nothing suggests he's going to talk anytime soon. So Lois makes him talk.

At first Clark refuses, but after enough drilling, he spills the beans.

About everything.

Lois doesn't interrupt him, she just listens to Clark getting progressively more broken.

The house was too big, too quiet, too empty. The bi-weekly cleaning crew was efficient as always. Tim's reports indicated that everything was going well at WE. Jason was engrossed in running the Gotham focused Wayne charities.

Bruce finds himself at the graves. He talks for a long time, eventually hs words turn to Clark. He told them it was better for the boy to find someone his age.

Bruce reminiscences on the many relationships that never worked out as he goes to the empty manor. Harvey, Talia, Andrea, Selena...all leaving for one reason or another. He always dreamed of finding someone.

If he was a youn-

The buzzer rings. Bruce isn't expecting anyone. He opens the security feed and sees...

It's an impulsive decision, because he should stay away like they agreed. But if Clark came to him...

They meet in the foyer. Clark is clearly nervous about something. So is Bruce, even if he doesn't know about what exactly.

"You came back," is the first thing Bruce says.

"My friend dropped me here," Clark explains. "She had enough of me moping around."

Bruce hates the idea of Clark being hurt by their "break up", but part of him is also happy the boy is missing Bruce as much as Bruce misses him.

But then he realizes something.

"You told her about us."

There's no "us", but it's hard not to call them that.

Clark nods. "I needed to tell someone."

"And her response was to bring you to me," Bruce says, feeling the sudden need to send that friend a bouquet of flowers.

"She said we're being idiots," Clark reveals with a small smile.

"We're being right," Bruce corrects.

"Right doesn't always mean smart," Clark counters. "Her words, not mine. But I agree with her."

Bruce's heart begins to race with hope when Clark steps closer, within arms reach.

They look at each other, and Bruce is afraid to move a muscle to not spook Clark. Or cause this beautiful dream to end.

"I missed you," Clark breathes out. Like a relief.

They kiss, hands wandering, for a long time, Clark gets stiff and groans, "I've never....not with someone else."

Bruce kisses Clark deeply. "Fuck...I'll show you how to make me feel good."

...

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Bruce wakes up sore, but not in the "fuck, I'm old" kind of way. No, it's the "just had a couple of mind-blowing orgasms the night prior" type of soreness.

Clark is laying next to him on his front, still asleep, the sheet tangled around his legs. Bruce can see the marks he left on the boy's back earlier.

For someone inexperienced, Clark made Bruce feel amazing, despite the awkward beginning. He certainly didn't lack the enthusiasm and vigour, and was eager to learn how to make Bruce feel good.

And he did.

Bruce hasn't felt like this in a really long time. And he didn't want it to be the last time.

He still feels guilty of wanting to steal Clark's best years for himself, but if Clark is offering, Bruce isn't going to push him away again.

Unless Clark will change his mind after last time, that was always a possibility.

Recently in the UK as you will have heard the Supreme Court ruling finally did something for real women. But, on a broader scale - what is it exactly we are fighting against, and who we are fighting against? We oppose trans ideology for the following reasons, I think we can agree to the consensus:

a) it reduces womanhood to a costume;

b) it licenses any man to step inside a female single-sex space;

c) it licenses the transition of lesbians into straight men;

d) it erodes and insults the collective shared experience of women and the traumas of male violence.

It is not a progressive ideology, but a bigoted one. It is one that reduces women's rights to being below men's feelings.

But where does the ideology come from? This is what we need to investigate. We do have to concede something that among young people, Gen Z especially, it is in fact the case that women are the ones who are more likely to support trans ideology than men. Well, does that not seem odd? Why would women support a misogynistic ideology? Well, who or what exactly support the ideology? Who have been able to convince everyone else it's progressive?

Men do not all belong in the same subcategory. Men by and large deeply hate and resent women. The reasons for this are multidunous. Some have theorised it is womb envy, this is a decent theory; women possess the life creating force, men do not. In reality Andrew Dworkin argues it lies in a more basic truth, that men envy the woman because they perceived her to have power over him. The woman sexually selects the man, so he devises the patriarchy to take control of her. It is control that he desires so desperately he develops every institution to invert the natural state and place men in control of women's sexuality. This is why straight men resent and hate women by and large, and devise policies to control and subvert us. This is more obvious and straightforward.

But there are another group. The subsection of men, historically categorised as inverts, who appear to lack a straightforward reason to hate women. They are rejected from the masculine ideal, and they turn towards women for shelter, but display the same misogyny. Why do gay men talk about how they hate vaginas, or grope women at clubs? What do they stand to gain? When we are the ones who always helped them. But it's the same old envy. Envy for the attention straight women get not only from men but a perception that women have it better in society, even though we objectively do not. They would often like to be women because they wrongly think it would be easier for them. They resent the way women are able to naturally have children of our own, so punish us with surrogacy.

This is what links in to my point from earlier. This is how and why trans activitism is seen as progressive and a falsely as a logical extension of the LGB movement. In the UK the vast majority of trans activists remaining (thankfully the island is a last bastion of sane pro female discourse) comes not from actual trans identified males, but gay men. Almost universally whether in Parliament or elsewhere. Ben Bradshaw, Owen Jones, even Ian McKellen. They have given credence to the idea that "trans rights" is an extension of the gay rights movement, and roped many women in with them. But why? Why are they particularly interested in this one form of misogyny, so much so that straight men reject it out of contempt for gay men seeing it as an extension of them, that they become the chief cheerleaders of it? Because it is the exact materialisation of their hidden envious desires. Drag, the performance, the misogynistic accent, the fetishisation of a pathetic form of femininity in the form of wanting to be called sissies etc., their ENTIRE culture is based on a desire to imitate women, because they envy us to such an extent. So it is no surprise that they support and substantiate this logical extent to their culture, even though most trans identified men are straight perverts anyway, because their entire sexuality and culture is based around combining the total rejection of women - in male homosexuality, we are irrelevant and not needed as an object of desire, intentionally depriving us of social power under patriarchy - with the envy of women who act as the ultimate competitor, and the desire to become them, both sexually and socially. Trans ideology is the ultimate and logical extension of this culture into an imposition and ultimate petty revenge upon women, from a group of people who never gave a damn about us in the first place. It's why they are and will be the last dogmatic defenders of it in the public sphere.