The Apartment Hunt

When I knew Genevieve, I had a corporate job and I was extremely ill while she narcissistically acted like she was the only person in the world with REAL problems and I must just not be trying hard enough or something.

I told her "Time to go." and she hopped a train and traveled briefly. I think she was homeless about six days.

She briefly stayed with a "kind, helpful" stranger who actively encouraged her to run through her funds rapidly. She soon realized this individual was a flesh trader engaging in human trafficking and she escaped through a window of an apartment she had been locked in.

Trans individuals somewhat frequently end up in prostitution. They have high expenses and have trouble getting other work and weirdos view shemales as an exotic experience they can capitalize on.

So she gets on another train and goes to another city and we talked about her budget, her criteria for an apartment and the city she was in. I have a Certificate in GIS and I've had a college class in Internet research which was a required course for my incomplete online bachelor's degree program that I was pursuing before online degrees were cool.

So after she went to sleep, I made a spreadsheet of apartment listings for her to check the next day. 

I found only one apartment that met all of her criteria and then loosened it up and searched for the closest I could find. I spent three hours while deathly ill creating a spreadsheet with seventeen apartments for her to check out.

She rented that first listing early the next morning, the only one that was an exact match and therefore the very first one I found. She then berated me for not spending more time on finding her apartments to check out and acted like I was morally wrong to get some sleep while deathly ill so I could go to my corporate job the next day.

That was likely the beginning of the end. She was out like I had pledged to myself i would arrange if possible and I had no plans to put up with this kind of abusive crap from her. 

I knew her six weeks when I decided "I'm getting her out." Six months later, she left. Six weeks after that, our ongoing arguments about her mistreatment of me had her kicking me to the curb rather than deciding to do better by me.

That's nine months total, the same length as a pregnancy. I counted it as a kind of spiritual miscarriage and finally stopped irrationally longing for a third child in spite of my dreadful health issues.

Which is a polite way of saying "She's dead to me."

I'm crystal clear that I and her friends are why she didn't something like six days homeless under circumstances that could be glossed over as moving.

And I spent years homeless because no one was getting me hooked up with portable income or finding me apartments in my price range from the other side of the planet and sharing it with me via the magic of the Internet.

I saw what it is possible to do for someone from a distance via Internet. It's why I started The Genevieve Files as an attempt to do something about the high rates of homelessness for the LGBTQ crowd.

And then I experienced firsthand how intractable homelessness is when no one cares and everyone blithely steps over your body in the gutter and acts like you just need to try harder. 

Something Genevieve didn't go through, though probably a LOT of trans individuals do based on how many Pose clips have evictions and homelessness as a plot point.