This article was never supposed to exist. I resisted writing it for as long as I could. I resisted sharing it with the world as long as morally possible. But today, I am giving in. Not giving in to any form of outward pressure but giving in to my self-imposed moral obligation to speak up about something that I have kept to myself too long. In a first attempt at making things right, I made this story public on Twitter, but since the person it denounced has a lot of influence there, it was only a matter of time until this string of tweets got deleted. Do not underestimate me, though. I am resourceful, everything had been copied and saved, and apart from the sheer frustration caused by being unable to use my account as I would like to, there are no real consequences to this deplatforming attempt. I know you will read that so let me be crystal clear: there is no silencing me.





Just to be clear, I have nothing to gain from speaking up. On sunday my account was locked. Nevertheless, I refused to delete my thread. At the time, it didn't seem like the morally just thing to do. To be honest it still doesn't but I did it anyway because my account means so much to me the thought of losing it hurts. Hopefully the story I shared will help prevent people from falling into this person's trap. At the moment, this chaotically written article is my only way to express my anger and my determination to see justice being served. Nearly 7 years of my life have been haunted by this ghost and this is also, undeniably, how I'm letting it all go. You do not control me. At all. Never have nor will. I will see this through. Very likely, there should be something to read between the lines of this particular paragraph.





I would like first and foremost, to express my gratitude towards everyone taking time out of their day to read this humongous written piece that, undoubtedly, will be very boring and dry. I will try my best to remain concise and to sum things up, but I also feel like much detail is needed to flesh out the portrait I am trying to paint of someone whose actions have wronged me and many others.





This article has been a long time coming because I had to consider the legality of it all, and my options when it came to how open I wanted to be about everything. The person I will be discussing throughout this article will be referred to as JY and I will use neutral they/them pronouns to describe them. This is due to a Canadian court ban on their name that normally should not affect me on this site, but I have chosen to remain on the safe side (not for them but for myself). Aside from this technicality, I would like to emphasise my absolute lack of desire for debate on the issues that this person's gender identity raises. I knew them before this was a thing in their life, they already were a terrible person, and this is the part I would most like to focus on. I wish to state that I do not consider this particular person to be representative of the transgender community as a whole and I do not condone the numerous articles that have, even though I might quote parts of said articles in the rest of this post in order to prove my point.





My very first encounter with JY happened towards the end of 2012. Those who know me are aware that at the time, I was a very dedicated fan of a Youtube band of six sisters called Cimorelli. I had noticed (because I'm smart like that) that the girls were not always the ones answering their Facebook comments, so I took it upon myself to figure out who was. And there was JY. I don't think I thought much of it, although I do remember that knowing that a 26 year-old male (JY was unequivocally identifying as male at the time) would spend their day pretending to be a group of girls and answering their mostly young and female fans was a little bit odd. Due to personal reasons, I blacked out a lot of what happened in my life in 2012 but I remember going to JY about something they had translated into French, because it made no sense. JY is an English-speaking Canadian and I am French, so I knew exactly what I was talking about. They treated me in a very condescending way, so I got annoyed and decided to not talk to them again since they were being unreasonable.





I reached out to one of my friends to vent about JY because right after they had been rude to me, I also found out they were offering their services (the same ones they were doing for Cimorelli) to another Youtube band of sisters. It sounded like a dumb business decision to me and I said so to my friend in private in words that were perhaps very harsh. My friend got hacked by a 12 year old JY had coerced into becoming their ally. The 12 year old girl, who obviously did not know better because she was a child, sent screenshots of this conversation to JY who promptly posted them publicly to their Twitter page and privately on a group that contained approximately 400 German fans.







