why the FUCK did she have to die bros

in the stupidest fucking way possible too. she was just getting started. imagine the insane beats we would be getting today if she was still around

>>127088368 (OP)

>she

it's a shame, i am pretty confident she would've made some amazing things

all signs point to it not being a suicide. probably just drug-induced insanity

>>127088368 (OP)
shes alive in brazil

>>127088698
>she

>>127088368 (OP)
To an extent yes but I think a genius that explosive was always going to spin out in some way or another within another few years. I think if she didn't die then she'd have put out another few projects and slowed down/retired as the lifestyle or her parasocial cult got too much. Her brother said she mentioned while on tour wanting to retire 'soon' in 2019 during his press run for the posthumous album. She was a firework. The real tragedy for people like us who didn't know her as a person is that there's so much unreleased that will never see the light of day, including at least 5 music videos (It's Okay To Cry remix, Sunscreen, at least one out of either Take Me To Dubai or New York's Burning Down, can't remember which...) that were finished and then scrapped cause of fallouts or perfectionism. It makes you really appreciate how generous Arthur Russell's estate have been putting as much of his demos out there as possible including unfinished stuff.

>>127088698
that Tzef article is too filled with AI shit to be trusted as far as any details go but some of the candid clips of her chilling offstage do have her moving just like my druggie friends do in psychosis ngl

>>127088368 (OP)
There was just something about her that made her so much more talented than other women.

>>127088825
>words words words
troon detected, there's nothing a tranny loves more then the sound of their own voice.
Also nobody cares about this freak other then other tranny's.

>>127088368 (OP)
>implying his death was accidental
He's a fucking tranny dude, he 100% killed himself.

>>127088886
It's one fucking paragraph, zoomer

4chan's inability to discuss anything related to trans people without getting really angry is mildly annoying on most boards but renders /mu/ nearly unusable. It's like if you couldn't mention anything Japanese on the vtuber board.

>>127090300
if you spend any amount of time on /r9k/, you find out ~75% of this site's transphobia is just closeted/self-hating behavior.

>>127090344
Do you have a source for that

>>127090548
me. telling you. purely anecdotal.

>>127090300
You sound like the angry one, muchacho

yeah w/e, i used to feel upset about xer dumbfuck death. not anymore, i feel nothing, retarded trust fundies dont value life, whatever is new?

>>127090548
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NsKOWWrARI

Really sad. Her music was amazing. At least we have that as her legacy

>>127088698
I climbed on top of a building after a few beers when I was in my teens. Was about 40 feet off the ground on a slope jutting out of the roof just wide enough for me to lie down on and take a picture. I could have died easily. But no one would have cared because I didn't make forward thinking bloops. For what it's worth I think Sophie already peaked and was running out of ideas plus other producers were catching up.

>>127090344
>if you don't like tranny's or want them around you it means you secretly want to be a tranny
projecting tranny strikes again

Wait, Chappell Roan's dead?!

>>127088845
yeah, the fact she was a man

>jump off a balcony
>die, obviously
He was a fucking retard

>>127088368 (OP)
>she
>she
>she
We get it: you support pronouns and such.

Too bad every Sophie thread devolves into chudposting

>>127088886
>words words words
>troon detected, there's nothing a tranny loves more then the sound of their own voice.
> Also nobody cares about this freak other then other tranny's.

Low IQ in pure textual essence. Repulsive.

>>127088368 (OP)
Maybe you should try helping people like this and not indulging them.

>>127090344
>if you spend any amount of time on /r9k/, you find out ~75% of this site's transphobia is just closeted/self-hating behavior.
literally true. poll I did recently in a board I go in

>>127090300
>4chan's inability to discuss anything related to trans people without getting really angry is mildly annoying on most boards but renders /mu/ nearly unusable. It's like if you couldn't mention anything Japanese on the vtuber board.
it's impossible to discuss rust in /g/ for the same reason

I mostly just use liberal (not leftist) altchans now. trannies don't come up once, people don't give a shit who hypothetically is or isn't of northern or western european heritage, no one pearl clutches over made-up shit like satan. feels like 2007 era 4chan

>>127094511
meds, now

>>127094522
Meds for wanting to help people in obvious pain? This is psychopathic. You sound like you need help yourself.

>>127094553
demons are not "people"

>>127094553
what pain was she in?

>>127094690
for you

>>127093099
Dude was a severely mentally ill tranny who killed himself and you're triggered by people bringing that fact up? lol

>>127094816
>him

HE killed himself because he knew he'd never be what he wanted to be. Too bad he lived in a society that fed into his mental illness instead of getting him help he needed

>>127094690
porn addiction

Bruh. BRUH. I don't know why Tzef Montana used AI to draft up that article the other day because she just posted on her stories some pages from an account of some of the same stuff from 2019, when SOPHIE was still alive, that was written in Greek for some vanity-published thing, and it's far more eloquent and emotionally intelligent than that article from the other day. She really fucked up by using AI because while I still think she's mischaracterising aspects of SOPHIE's identity and work I can totally see her point of view minus a few caveats and it makes me a lot more sympathetic to both of them and searingly hateful of the creepy rich people culture they were stuck in together:

>>127095033
It's incomplete btw
screenshotted, OCR'd and DeepL'd

"...my image, I didn't think I was attractive. My thinking around it was blocked. My relationship with Paul was platonic. He was on the rebound from Simon Haas, a wealthy designer with a drug addiction problem. I used to go with him to some friends and relatives of addicts. I took the opportunity to vent about my inability to have a sex life. Everyone around me was crying about the difficulties of living with a substance addict and I was crying because I couldn't live as a sexual being.
After the odyssey of repeated castings, hectic life and sexual weakness, I was obviously feeling tired. I had recently been cast in a new series by Nicolas Winding Refn, director of films such as Drive and Neon Demon. Even though I had done all the fitting for the costumes and had signed on, on set the director showed a completely shopworn face and sent me off because he "didn't like my energy" or something similarly vague. I left with my head held high and without saying anything. Upon arriving at my little Toyota Yarris, I burst into tears. Nostalgia for my homeland, friends and parents came out of the closet where I had locked it and gigantic inside me. Driving in high heels, I bent over and compulsively repeated to myself:
You are enough.
This is what you can do.
You took it as far as you could take it.
This is enough.
You are enough.
At the invitation of a friend, I arrived at an artists' villa just to be near him. I needed the presence of a familiar man. I didn't want to talk to anyone. There I met Pearly again, two years later. But this time it was different. She had conquered her usual fears and somehow found the confidence to stand beside me."

>>127095045
I think she refers to Sophie as Pearly for legal reasons throughout
expect minor errors, DeepL didn't handle pronouns consistently

"[subheading which did not translate]
I had met Pearly in person again several months before, at a party she was throwing with her then-relationship, Hari Neff. The doors of the suite at Sunset Towers opened to welcome me into a world that was fading dangerously between the glamorous lifestyle the couple lived and the lifeless - almost famous - status they were building. I felt uncomfortable as if I was a guest with the prospect of quickly becoming the life of the party and adding some glitz to their boring event. That was the only memory I had of her, when I found myself in a villa that served as an artists' retreat. I was broken under the weight of rejection, so I too was looking for a sheltered and loving place to calm down. One of the first things I was informed, upon entering the house, was that Pearly had found refuge there, after a series of plastic surgeries and now ready to come out as a trans woman. Closed in on myself, and somehow trying to lick my wounds, the last thing that concerned me was gossip about other people. I crept into the kitchen looking for privacy and that's where he found me, wearing his pajamas. "I want to talk about the competition between us. Everyone has figured it out. I don't see the point in us competing with each other." I looked her in the eyes, confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I replied, explaining that there is no competition on my end.
"I want the two of us to meet somewhere and talk a little more. You seem like a really nice person, I really didn't expect that." Not exactly a compliment, but it seemed like he was making an effort to get closer to me. I was in such a bared state of mind that even the slightest affection was enough to stir my inner world. "Why not? Aren't we neighbors? Pick the place.""

>>127095059
A few days later, we were both at El Compadre restaurant. on Sunset Boulevard. A minute before the appointed time for the date night, she entered through the front door and I entered through the back. Before we could even get to our seats, a loud photographic flash welcomed us. No, it wasn't because we were famous or important in some way. It was just that the restaurant had chosen that night to take commemorative photos of its patrons. A weird start to a weird date. I couldn't feel any closeness with the man sitting next to me, even though the chemistry between us was clear. There were strong sexual overtones, which made me uncomfortable. At some point, two unrelated people joined our group to make that evening even more awkward.

They were his managers. He had invited them to the appointment, as if I had to put them through my filters too. I felt like I was undergoing some kind of examination. I watched them for a while as they strutted around with feigned compliments and debated in celebrity slang about issues that had money, control and vanity at their core. And on the outside, me, a complete stranger to this world. I had long since moved away from management and had crossed over to the shore with the more creative world of art.

>>127095033
>>127095045
>>127095059
>>127095067
Imagine if you had an actual life instead of caring about this shit.

>>127095059
"A few days later, we were both at El Compadre restaurant. on Sunset Boulevard. A minute before the appointed time for the date night, she entered through the front door and I entered through the back. Before we could even get to our seats, a loud photographic flash welcomed us. No, it wasn't because we were famous or important in some way. It was just that the restaurant had chosen that night to take commemorative photos of its patrons. A weird start to a weird date. I couldn't feel any closeness with the man sitting next to me, even though the chemistry between us was clear. There were strong sexual overtones, which made me uncomfortable. At some point, two unrelated people joined our group to make that evening even more awkward.
They were his managers. He had invited them to the appointment, as if I had to put them through my filters too. I felt like I was undergoing some kind of examination. I watched them for a while as they strutted around with feigned compliments and debated in celebrity slang about issues that had money, control and vanity at their core. And on the outside, me, a complete stranger to this world. I had long since moved away from management and had crossed over to the shore with the more creative world of art."

>>127095082
Actually I think it has something cogent to say about the way the club/queer culture idolised her dressing up as a demigod and ignoring blatant substance issues at gigs and so on to shore up an escapist myth over the hard of people being honest with themselves, and the way rich people culture damages the weak and the sensitive and makes even the good souls morally tainted with its power games, insincerity and weird secrecy.

>>127095107
"From then on, I was lost in a whirlwind of contradictory messages. With one hand he was giving me affection and with the other he was pushing me into a manipulative game of flirtation. Our next date was so tender, I couldn't help but make the move to kiss him. Everything seemed perfect until he took me back to the rooms where he was staying to play me some of his music. There he started changing his face again and acting like a kid trying at all costs to get attention. He would throw food at me - my antennae picked up on his desperate attempt to impose himself on me in this childish way. At every step I had to set my boundaries and at every step he tried to push past them. When he saw that I was not consenting to his immature game, he told me to leave - he said he was sleepy. Before he had even finished his sentence, I had called a cab. He was left with his mouth hanging open, since he wasn't used to No.
The next day he filled my inbox with long apologies and excuses. He was trying to find even one slot to stick himself in again and from the looks of it, he knew exactly what to do. He told me that he desperately wanted to see me because he couldn't stop thinking about me and that he wanted to share something with me. He had piqued my curiosity. Finally, he wanted to play me a song he wrote for me. I felt an earthquake happening inside me. It seemed like he had dived very deep into my soul and had taken me over on a molecular level. Before I knew it, the hunt was over."

>>127095115
"Pearly was then in the early stages of her gender transition. Without having yet announced anything clearly and explicitly to her audience, she let the rumours travel, stirring the imagination and somehow seemed to enjoy the buzz that had been created around her fluid image. The mystery she had created about her gender, and the game she played with her name and appearance, made her more than appealing to the new generation of cool kids. She was their goddess. There were those who applauded her for her refusal to fit into strictly defined gender roles and others who accused her of using feminine elements without, however, shedding her white, rich male privilege. She blossomed as a persona in the midst of the noise, like a flower watered with care and digital tears spilled on keyboards.
We hadn't had sexual relations yet but we had become very close. Her moodiness, her unusual way of seeing things and her unexpected reactions were very attractive to me. She drew me into an alien world with her. Driving the vast straights of America, I found myself one day in the vast deserts of Arizona, taking her to one of her concerts. It was her first concert I would see in person and she chose to play our song Sunscreen in the car; in loop or classical music. The vast, flat earth became entangled with conversations about how we imagined our relationship. Our future together was mapped out like the nature around us: endless and full of possibilities. After a long time we noticed that the cars on the road behaved strangely like hostile beings invading our dream universe. We had entered the opposite direction. I turned around in the middle of the road and, with complete composure, we got back into the right current. In a few minutes we were passed by police cars looking for the homicidal maniacs, not having the slightest idea that we were right next to them. Crossing the absurdity, we arrived after a few hours - in her absolute kingdom."

>>127095121
"The concert was a revelatory experience for me. I knew nothing about her music or her fans. As soon as she took the stage, her audience was ecstatic. They acted as if they were watching a well-known star of Lady Gaga's stature. At the end of the concert she brought me up on stage to play Sunscreen and, for the first time, took the initiative to kiss me in front of thousands of people. I make the move to call the boys in her audience on stage to dance on their heels. Foul. She didn't like that. She deliberately wanted to maintain distance and mystery.
Slowly, without realizing it. I found myself removing piece by piece the Montana warrior's armor. Pearly, trained in manipulation from an early age, subconsciously led me into a role of subservience. She would promise me nature excursions but when I went to pick her up, ready and equipped, she would turn my expectations upside down and force me to shut myself in her home and her arms for days on end. She lured me in with the lure of warmth and companionship and thus encased me in a golden cage. For a long time I didn't care. I was lying there exhausted by confinement-literally and mentally-but I liked her embrace. I felt intimate, the patterns she wove into our relationship were the same as those of my family."

>>127095128
I'm giving this board something that isn't kpop or chudposting, you bitches should be grateful

"Slowly, without realizing it. I found myself removing piece by piece the Montana warrior's armor. Pearly, trained in manipulation from an early age, subconsciously led me into a role of subservience. She would promise me nature excursions but when I went to pick her up, ready and equipped, she would turn my expectations upside down and force me to shut myself in her home and her arms for days on end. She lured me in with the lure of warmth and companionship and thus encased me in a golden cage. For a long time I didn't care. I was lying there exhausted by confinement-literally and mentally-but I liked her embrace. I felt intimate, the patterns she wove into our relationship were the same as those of my family.

Every night we slept in each other's arms and were practically glued together. National American Memorial Day, the holiday on which the American people remember those who died in the war, also turned out to be the day that would be etched in our memories as our first sex after three months of the careful mating dance that brought us closer together. Once again the universe was reminding me that the biggest battles of my life were being fought on the battlefield of clashing bodies and sexuality. I felt insecure again. The problems of self-doubt and repressed sexuality that I had not been able to resolve in order to accept myself were again washing over my body. I hadn't had sex in about two years. So I decided to take some helping pills. We finally did it and it was one of our best times."

>>127095137
"Except that the blurred boundaries of our love relationship began to become even more blurred at the level of our professional lives. The night before, for example, she had lost her cell phone and just like that, I inadvertently turned into this spoiled child's manager. My cell phone was ringing off the hook. Her mother, her brothers and sisters, her official managers, the photo shoot participants she was forgetting were looking for her. All of this reawakened my maternal care. I took her by the hand and taught her to behave professionally. All the tools I possessed because of my previous experience in the industry of my artistic contacts and good behavior became stepping stones for her to climb higher. I produced, conceived and executed the Paper Magazine feature pro bono. Her official coming out to the American media was under the baton and tutelage of Montana. I put her in David LaChapelle's studio to be photographed for the first time as a woman. I helped her to better understand her relationship with her gender.
I needed to love and give. Pearly saw this and took advantage of it, because our relationship ended up being not at all equal but deeply controlling. I spent a lifetime building a protected, safe, beautiful garden with all those materials of cruelty I had received, transmuting them into creation and empathy. She convinced me to tear down the walls and let her in, only to plunder it."

>>127095145
"Luscious exploitation colored every aspect of our lives and quickly translated sexually. Our sexual needs were different. I had an endless romanticism that was trying to resonate with her own quite different fantasies. And believe me. my wanderings in the world of sex and sexuality taught me that I have no problem with any sexual fantasy, as long as all the people involved derive satisfaction from it. In Mexico, our relationship was explained to me inwardly and mythologically. She was a guest at gay pride and invited me to meet her right there. On my way to the airport I had a major mishap. The taxi crashed and I missed the flight. My ticket for the next flight was unaffordable but my thirst to be near her was homeric.

I called my mother in a panic, at her travel agency in Corinth, to buy my ticket to Mexico as another machine goddess. Dressed in red and with my beret on my head, I had transformed myself into an activist Odysseus, scaling the waves to return to the arms of his beloved. Arriving in Mexico, Latin culture unlocked me on a nuclear level. My homesickness caught hand in hand with the South American temperament and set me on fire. As if she had understood my drive, Pearly had requested a massage before we met. Once again, her instincts called for me to be slothful. They wanted my sharpened nails to be smoothed."

>>127095158
"Each of her concerts came to end with us kissing in public - a spectacle act that each of us had a different meaning and purpose. For me it meant a bold statement of visibility and beauty, and Pearly was comfortable with it as a wrap for her public image. A little girl approached us to tell us that seeing our love. made her feel in love herself. A Latin American pilgrimage to the soap opera of our love. another illusionary photo adorned with cheap roses and candles. She suggested I follow her on her tours so she could keep me by her side at all times. I had already missed huge opportunities chasing her and her dreams, so I had to return to L.A. immediately. I had sacrificed on the altar of our relationship the opportunity to play at Euphoria and I had no regrets. I was so in love that I didn't care. I arranged for us to meet in the summer in Greece, where he could meet my family. The pain of separation was immense and under the city sunset on Sunset Boulevard my beloved's picture was festooned on the giant eave as a bright reminder of our love.

I announced to my folks that I was deeply in love with this fantastic creature and that they had an obligation to treat her impeccably. I sat down with my mother and we planned our summer vacation, from one island to another. Hotels, schedules, airline tickets and itineraries; everything was arranged so that she would not worry about anything and have a fantastic time."

>>127095167
"She arrived at the airport with rock star air and a suitcase stuffed with "sins" I didn't know about - and wouldn't know for a long time to come. On tour he'd taken an infinite amount of drugs and just the night before had been fucking another chick. I, on the other hand, was blithely living my dream, floating on a sea of happiness that I was finally going to show my beloved the beauty of my country. Alone and naive in a narrative of happiness I had created with my own hands.

The first step was family recommendations. He met my mother and sister at the hotel where my mother was staying that summer. Without being able to pinpoint it exactly themselves. it was clear that she was conveying some kind of tension to them. I, of course, in my worldliness at the time, was happy to see my mother as a powerful presence who had flipped the narrative, in the same places she had first come as a blonde tourist. Back then, all the bunch of men in the area saw her as a trophy, and they were burning with her in their patriarchal fantasies. Now my mother runs the show and holds the reins. Asimakopoulos was always on the other side of the isthmus, though, waiting to return us to "normalcy," unable to accept that our train was one-way. The very thought of it was terrifying. It brought to life the memory of the trans girl, mentally mutilated and cut off from her emotions. I think that's what exalted Pearly."

>>127095173
"Her contact with my father inflamed the patriarchal antagonism I had so hated in my life and tried to keep at bay. Asimakopoulos greeted us smoking his cigarette and drawing buildings and Pearly invaded his space in a one-piece bathing suit. They began to engage in a game of sensationalism like roosters with a fake British courtesy. My father treated her with every honour while she tried to steal his thunder. My mother and I absorbed these shocks and our love created a homely warmth. So I experienced very sweetly sleeping in the arms of my relationship in my childhood bedroom under a giant poster of Mickey Mouse.

But there were things in Pearly's behavior that made me uneasy. She gave the impression of a robotic creature who had calculated every move and who always spoke as if she were being interviewed. I justified it all to myself as her "journey of self-discovery". Every intersex person has a different transition experience, so I believed that she needed time to balance herself, that the simplicity and beauty of the Greek summer would do her good, break the Hollywood shell and soften her so that she would feel safe to be herself."

>>127095180
"We went everywhere, even to Mykonos. Donoussa was one of my favourite destinations. There we stayed at a friend's inn. Meanwhile Pearly, was not disconnected from marketing at all, so she could relax and indulge in the magic of the place. After all, her brand has deified technology and sciences related to artificial intelligence, even if no one on her team has studied anything like it. She had, therefore, arranged to do a tele-interview with Sophie the Robot, an AI software. There was no computer other than my friend's ancient laptop, which I painstakingly set up in front of the loom that adorned the reception desk. For the next hour, Pearly spouted a bunch of gender and identity platitudes with a dumb robot. It seemed silly to me that she was talking to a doll who had her answers ready, while we were on an island that had accepted us as trans women, with a beautiful sun above us and a unique sea around us."

>>127095195
"The deeper, of course, he went into my world, the more I was inclined to see through the cracks. I took her around to ancient sites, beautiful landscapes and taverns, to see if I could get her to have a good time and set her free. One full moon night, I took her up to the secret bridge over the Isthmus and had her close her eyes. "Listen to the music the speaker is playing and walk with all the self-poetry you have inside you. You are on a catwalk that does not contain fear." He had no idea that he was on a towering bridge with a huge gaping void beneath it. Halfway across, she opened her eyes and realized where she was. She knelt down, overcome with fear of heights; I bent down and took her tear-stained face in my hands.

She hugged me tightly and begged me to never leave her alone again. She asked me if I loved her and told me she had never felt love. He confided that when he was a little boy, his father raped him and bought him a toy to make music. He said that he abandoned him and that he has been shutting himself up alone ever since and playing with that toy. It felt like he was grabbing my hands and running them over his open wound. I was overwhelmed with a sense of responsibility. that which emanates from love and companionship, caring for the other person and hurting with them. I wanted to take care of her and protect her at all costs."

>>127088368 (OP)
>she
lmao you fucking retarded faggot

>>127095203
"Part 2: the truth
For months I lived in a plastic, Hollywood dream trap, or airtight jar of bright, fairy-tale colours. The trip to Greece confronted me, not only with experiences that would be exonerating because I eventually succumbed to Pearly's sometimes abusive behavior, but it also connected me to a way of living simply and clearly that made me remember where the essence lies.

But with the end of the summer, came the end of the illusion On the way back we made a brief stop at her parents' home in London, where, entering a luxurious house filled with expensive antiques and collectible artwork, I witnessed the class privileges she had grown up with and the arctic cold of this family. The only scraps of love came from his mother, but always accompanied by plenty of bourgeois neurosis. Pearly had grown up with the belief that she could open any door she wanted in life, that life would simply hand her what others would put tenfold effort into conquering. This does not mean that her artistic value is diminished."

>>127095216
"No, I have no desire to write a denunciatory manifesto against the system. But I try to interpret in myself and others the mechanism that often made her behave like a deeply self-centred and manipulative person. I don't believe she entered our relationship with the intention of hurting me. But I try to interpret in myself and others the mechanism that often made her behave like a deeply self-centred and manipulative person. I don't believe she entered our relationship with the intention of hurting me.

At the same time, the way she chose to shape her personality her unwillingness to work with herself, to work through her contradictions, to take emotional responsibility for herself and the people she relates to, along with the darkness she carried from her childhood and family, resulted in her acting abusively on me, as well as on other people."

I think I'm gonna pause for a few minutes before I post the rest because I don't want to be considered to be spamming.

>>127095219
"Landing in L.A. was also a rough landing in harsh reality. Pearly had already returned shortly before me and, before I even set foot on American soil, I learned that she had cancelled a show for the next few days without even mentioning it to me. At the same time she spent her entire evening doing drugs and I found her in the bar of the Standard Hotel, flirting with a woman I didn't know, who I later learned was her former manager with whom she had been having sexual relations.
The manager, predictably, left at some point and I was left with Pearly in a miserable state, stumbling and vomiting. I took her home, cleaned her up and put her to bed, thinking that we couldn't get any lower. I was quickly proven wrong, as the next day's concert was a complete fiasco. An unexpected power outage plunged the entire venue into darkness. Pearly, completely high, started kissing my feet, like another derailed music diva. For the thirsty audience, this may have provided a form of entertainment, as the way they treat their musical heroes is like animals at the zoo, but I felt like I had been thrown into a tiger cage. It was as if I had to shoulder the burden of her public image and our relationship all by myself."

>>127095369
"The highlight was that the next morning I was confronted by her family, managers and some of her fans. They started accusing me of being responsible for her excessive drug use, claiming that I had led her on. They needed an exculpatory victim to blame, since no one wanted to admit how badly their star had gotten into trouble, It was much easier to point the blame at me than to have each of them take their share of the responsibility for this decline."

>>127095374
This paragraph didn't translate well for some reason

"Luna didn't need to grandstand about rights and freedoms. Her very existence was a resounding statement, just like mine. The way we lived our lives was art in itself. When we finally made three, my demand was to bring that energy to the stage. That was and is the art for me to bring forth the truth that I am living my life. No censorship and no censorship. I do everything with complete transparency and consistency and I take responsibility for my choices. The result has vindicated us. We took to the stage and put on a show that proclaimed the visibility of trans people and the beauty that our art creates. And I feel great that not only did we accomplish that, but it was the reason I got to know Luna.

The next morning she was silent and withdrawn. I asked her what was wrong with her, and she accused me of being with her for money. Then she announced that she was going out with her ex-partner for tea. Again she was trying to push my buttons. I had a moment of clarity - rare in those days when my mind was mired in fog. I realised that this man knew me as a strong woman, sure of herself and with a warrior's attitude towards society, which I acquired through much pain and anguish. She was infuriated by the thought of submitting the warrior to a child of toxic masculinity that I had wrongly allowed to play on my feelings and dignity."

>>127095383
"I decided to leave followed a desperate attempt by Pearly to win me back. Either she would either lock herself up in her house and not show up for the professional appointments we had arranged, or she would appear to me as a bastard at the door with coffee and croissants, like a neurotic Woody Allen character. I decided to muster all my strength to meet our professional obligations and dragged her from photo shoots to meetings without giving her room to sneak back into my life. I refused to forgive her, but I had invested time and care into the vision we were building. I didn't want to give it up.

At the same time, I was struggling a lot. My body again had become a container that stored stress, sadness and disappointment. I stopped eating and started vomiting daily. It was a terribly painful period for me. Soon it was time to travel to London for her concert there. Drugs had become such a big part of her life, and I realised I couldn't turn a blind eye any longer and it was time to open her family's eyes. I went to her parents' house first and had a tough, but honest, talk with her mother, explaining that her child was a drug addict and that blaming me was not enough to save her from destruction. When Pearly arrived she locked herself in her room and I had to force her to come downstairs to honor her mother, who had set up a huge table for us to enjoy. Then the two of us took a walk in the park. I didn't understand why she had to wallow in such darkness but she couldn't explain why she couldn't see the light."

>>127095387
"As expected, the London show was a great experience. But he still wanted Luna and the rest of the dancing trio to meet up with us at an airb'n'b to "party". Obviously I refused to relive what I went through last time, so I went by her house to get my suitcase. I already had a flight to Athens waiting for me. I went to the basement because I had forgotten my passport and with it another scene of unpleasant surprise awaited me, as I found her with Luna, drugs and a bottle of wine.
When I saw my parents at Eleftherios Venizelos I broke down in sobs. I didn't utter a word all the way to Corinth, My mom was having a birthday and was preparing to celebrate her 60th birthday with guests from all over the world staying at our house. The big party culminated with my parents dancing, hugging on stage. It was an image I needed. It confirmed in my head the existence of the love that had been so shaken. Soon after, we had even arranged to go on a mother-daughter trip to Mexico. Tulum was wonderful, our hotel was luxurious, and we had other trans girls in our company, helping my mom see what trans life was all about.
However, all I remember from those days is the endless sea and the song "To Dikio mou" by Giota Nega, on repeat in my headphones. Pearly was going downhill at the same time and her mother was unable to face the real problems and help her. She thought that a climbing trip to Peru would strengthen her heart, which turned out to be completely ineffective."

>>127095394
"By the time we finally got back to L.A., Pearly's behavior was out of control. It turned out to be a pointless and bad idea. She locked herself in the bathroom and half an hour later hadn't returned to the table. We finally broke the door down and found her passed out on the toilet, cell phone in the sink, under running water. I alerted her family again to do something before it was too late but they couldn't be prevailed upon. I had to engage in a power play myself to convince her to enter a month-long rehab program. Despite everything that had happened between us and the frustration I experienced, I could not eradicate my emotion and interest. However, he had lost my trust and had to fight to regain it. So I decided not to visit her while she was in the program and do my therapy, because all of this had exhausted me. At the same time, her Grammy Award nomination was announced.

She was the first trans producer to be nominated in the history of the awards. It's an incredible irony. Her greatest professional success came hand in hand with one of the most difficult moments of her life. She came out of it, yes sober, but without having worked through her deeper issues. Again, everything revolved around her. Even on my birthday, she chose to stay locked in her room rather than celebrate with us - not even giving me a gift. Other times she clung to me as if we were handcuffed. She wanted to show me that I played an important role in her life and career, that she wanted me close to her, that we could continue together on a path of love and art."

>>127095400
"Somehow I got turned around and gave it a second chance. It was a big mistake that I don't know why I made. On the one hand it was always easy for me to slip into the role of caring mother, on the other hand I needed to hold on to a hope that she would change. It's a pattern that repeats itself in toxic relationships. The reason why, while you acknowledge the harm they are causing you, you find it hard to detach, is because you don't want to believe that the person you love is the one who is ultimately breaking you.
On Grammy's night he was a wreck. She had an entire staff to attend to every need she might have and yet she demanded that I be by her side at all times, leaving little time for my own preparation.

So, I ended up getting myself fixed up in five minutes, just catching my hair in a quick bun and leaving myself unpainted, ready to burst into tears again. I choked it up and successfully played my part. After the ceremony, he wanted us to go to a Korean spa to relax. Suddenly, and just as the tension of the day was beginning to ease somewhat, my cell phone rang and I learned from my sister that my mother was in the emergency room in critical condition. She had neglected herself and her health and it had driven her to the brink. Thankfully she was spared, but beyond my anguish, this event acted as a warning shot for me, bringing up questions about life and the value we should place on ourselves and our moments."

>>127095405
"Pearly was moving on to the second stage of rehab. At times it became unbearable, however there were breaks of joy and relaxation. We would go on walks and hang out with her sponsor from rehab, screenwriter Lady D. Even in rehab, the privileged class functioned as a game of networking and bonding with prominent artists. But I tried to look on the bright side. She was beginning to open up to me about things I had suspected about her identity and the way she saw herself. She kind of started to confide in me that she didn't really feel like a trans woman. Although I was uncomfortable with her reflection. I felt relieved. I felt like we were finally being real with each other. I was the only person who loved her without reservation. At the same time, I was thinking that maybe this man could help the community in some way. Even so, he manages to give visibility to transgender issues and, if our love eventually wins out, maybe something good will come out of all of this."

>>127095411
"We were discussing how the trans element could break out of the limited markets of the LGBTQ audience and Lady Gaga's fans and how it could touch the ears of a new audience. I still believe that music, because it carries ideology, is one of the most effective ways to open people's minds and promote ideas of equality. For me it's another form of activism - that's why I've been constantly pushing things in that direction. So there followed a period of real calm, in which we were focused and toured the world. During that period I had some of the happiest moments of my life.

She had taken off her mask and was reintroducing herself to me. We had many conversations about gender issues. We agreed that from now on, truth, fighting fear, opening our lives to the light, and creative collaboration would be our common goals. She prayed that she would win her battle and I stood by her side. I could see how much she was suffering. Then she admitted to me that she lied to me, that she manipulated me, that she treated me horribly. She did it at the urging of her psychologist."

>>127095417
"For all the harshness of this confession, it is perhaps one of her most honest moments. As she stopped being compelled to be Pearly. the ethereal mermaid and felt comfortable expressing the side of the boy from Northampton (no she wasn't from Scotland as she wrote in her official bio) who plays rugby, our relationship became more crystal clear and deep and I could and did express the Corinthian in me. I understood that this child had a talent and love for music that was authentic and that lifestyle fads were completely unnecessary and oppressive.

After the tour, we moved to Athens. She, however, returned to her dark side. While we had arranged to do a big video production in Greece, to authentically describe who we are and what we have experienced, she suddenly left me. She had me locked into the deal, of course. He returned to London, where he fell back into drugs and mindless, paid sex. I warned her that this betrayal of my trust would be her last. I had already forgiven her once, there would be no second time. By the skin of her teeth and after she had taken the oil out of us, she returned to Athens and we shot the video at the casino in Loutraki. I caught her walking around my mother's accounting office naked, incoherent and with a joint in her hand. I had made my decision to break up with her since she decided to leave me to go to London.

I was interested in her, and her health. I didn't want to have a relationship with a person who has no self-control and doesn't show me the slightest respect. Our professional partnership, on the other hand, according to my vision, required responsibility, seriousness and discipline. My value does not allow for compromise and she had again completely lost herself. I was empty. Whatever I could offer, I had done more than enough, leaving my own needs behind. On the last day of filming completion, in August 2019, the last thing I could offer was - to call her a taxi."

>>127095420
"I know very well that our relationship served as a model of queer love and inspired many people. But if you dig beneath the rainbow peel you will see that there was bitterness and frustration. Our fans wanted to see us united and happy. I once dreamed of that too, only our universe was strewn with thorns rather than roses. My point is that Pearly didn't thoroughly embrace her trans identity, she only wore it thinking it might soothe her wounded ego. Her art is rightly considered subversive. She plays games with what pop means; she plays with the industry's expectations of her. But also with the expectations of its audience. This game may seem interesting at first, but it has competition and power at its core. For me, trans status is not only defined by outward appearance or marketing imperatives.

It is something much more radical, which presupposes self-awareness but also the ability to exchange with others, openly and equally. It is above all the shedding of toxic masculinity and the appropriation of femininity as a force of affection. When you reproduce in your relationship the oppressive and abusive models of patriarchy, it means you have failed and caused great pain. Necessary healing for pain is truth. That is why I have decided to share here, for the first time with such sharp bluntness, one of the most sensitive chapters of my journey. I understand that for fans her persona was great and radical, however, I cared and loved the person behind the persona.

In hindsight, I conclude that this overexposure and idolization did her no good. I too admired her talent. She was limitless, but the industry game wasn't up to it. I was won over by her humour and wit, but the parties meant nothing to me. I didn't deserve to be in so much pain. We both deserved to smile. I didn't want to drown and live with my heart locked up. I think I took the right path, even though it was unbearably hard and I said goodbye to her."

>>127095425
"I think Pearly found herself caught between two worlds. Like many children, she wanted to please both her parents, who represented different archetypes in her. On the one hand, her mother's manic love and her perfectionist penchant for saccharine (though to me somewhat empty) tenderness led Pearly to create an ethereal persona, made of cloud and moon dust. On the other hand, the imposing presence of a distant, abusive father, who came hand-in-hand with privileged white boys of private colleges and old money led to the construction of an art school bro type who was given everything before he even asked for it."

>>127095429
"The cruelty Pearly experienced from her father was written into her like a behavioral code. In her essence, this was the way she had learned to exist and behave in the world. I believe that the pink and feathery universe of Pearly's persona was created, not to deal with the bitter, metallic taste left by her abusive father, but to smooth out the corners and make the pain more muted. As with drugs, she was again looking for a way to lose herself in a dream world, to not feel like he was hurting her. But that's a dangerous path to follow, and in the process she forgot how to feel in general.

The world she had so carefully constructed to escape became bigger than her and ended up swallowing her. And if there was one thing she knew how to do better than anything else, it was to justify it as opinion and art. And she became "trans icon Pearly", the big name in queer pop music. I feel no hard feelings, only regret. May she find her way. It's always positive that people can acknowledge their mistakes, make amends and improve. Our paths, however, will never cross again. Through it all I have learned to take better care of myself and keep toxic people out of my reality."

That's the end. Having grown up a poorfag in a town full of very wealthy people and seeing their insane toxic fake culture, I can totally believe at least most of this is true, unlike the other more recent article which comes off more egotistical and crazy. I heard about this article vaguely at the time in 2019, there was minor hubbub among the fans but they labelled it all pathological lies and at the time I had no reason to think Tzef was anything but a crazy ex. Now reading it, it seems believable enough that assuming even most of it is true, it's quite possible that if this story had blown up back then, SOPHIE would have had to withdraw from the limelight and confront her issues properly. By suppressing it the fans enabled the glittery myth built on top at the expense of a damaged person.

>>127095203
>>127095447
okay I can't laugh at this, it's just miserable, jesus

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>words words words

>>127088886
Anon was proven right by the above

>>127095203
So in other words, it's exactly what we already thought?

>>127091491
>For what it's worth I think Sophie already peaked and was running out of ideas plus other producers were catching up.
This, her conventional pop tracks were eh and her later experimental tracks were the same sort of thing she'd been doing before the pop phase but with liquidy Ableton sounds instead of metallic FL/monomachine sounds. We'd probably have some more good tunes out of more from her but I don't think it looked as if she was set to make another paradigm shift in music production and sound design happen like the initial buzz around her in 2013 led to when the entire thing was brand new and exciting.

>>127094816
Realistically it was more likely drug-induced psychosis than purposeful suicide, same as that american ballet dancer who danced out of window

>>127095115
Sounds like the quintessential art school kid. The videos and interviews always gave me covert narcissist vibes.

I want to see a movie about this, it's like an operatic tragedy, what a strange and extreme life this person had and so representative of the times

>>127088368 (OP)
I always thought it was weird how everybody lied and said that she made hyperpop when her music was just pop. Believe it or not, hyperpop is an actual genre defined by certain characteristics, not just pop that you decide to say is hyperpop. brat was the same phenomenon. A simple girl pop album that people decided to say was hyperpop. Except that was even stranger because it also sounded like something from 2010.

>>127088368 (OP)

>>127088368 (OP)
Not music.

posthuman african repetitions

>>127095447
Wow that was an insane read. How come this didn't make waves with phobes when it was first published?

>>127088368 (OP)
Dont' give a fuck about this overrated trap

>>127088368 (OP)
>she
>>127090300
Then go back.

>>127090344
Believing that some people have female souls inside male bodies and vice versa is religious thing and should not be forced on every single person in any country.

>lives in incels' minds rent-free from beyond the grave

>>127109569
what's the point of ruining yourself if you're going to fuck women anyway?

> Be spoiled rich queer
> Buy elektron gear
> people who don't understand synths call you a genius

fuck this gay earth

>>127111792
the eternal anglo strikes again! he CAN'T keep getting away with it!

bump for filthy gossip

>>127090300
YWNBAM

>>127111701
The only way to show naked women besides in rap is to be a tranny

>>127111792
Funny how many people are willing to play down her beats and sound design as basic and overhyped yet nobody's managed to replicate it
https://youtu.be/VcQP-TzWMmk?si=JO0yNJpyQKN7soya
https://youtu.be/jMoFjJGVTio?si=Kbm-LbAhDofYqAVQ
https://youtu.be/xXPSe57pOss?si=6h2KuWfYktPkYA4J

>>127088368 (OP)
if s(he) wasnt a troon, you wouldnt care about their music. tokenism is gay.