To be succinct and private… My incubator worked me for weeks to build rapport and trust with me in my younger days, to get me to tell her a something that she would ultimately, and immediately use and weaponize against me and others.
This wasnt the first time I tried to have a relationship with her, but it did finally open my eyes and become the last. In the many many decades since, I’ve not so much as acknowledge her existence when crossing paths.
My mother once said to me she didn’t appreciate how The Gays had to be “all in your face about it.” Oh, shit, Mom. Did two guys force you to watch them make out at the store? Cause that’d be in your face about it. She was the reason I was homophobic until I was 20.