I was welcomed into a small group in my industry, mostly women, with one hyper-social and well-connected woman -- call her the queen, thousands of contacts, she knows everyone. I was 20 and very new, and (to be honest, I'm pretty guileless even now), she used to make strange comments about my ass, or wanting a model of my dick, one time she asked me what kind of blowjobs I liked, but not in a private way, in a sort of, social way, in front of people...?

Anyway, in the years that followed, I understood all this as a sort of banter, didn't give it too much thought. I liked being in the group, I don't make friends easily, and a couple of times it even helped my career to be a part of.

A couple of years ago, the queen and I were hanging out after an industry event, no drinking, just chatting. She started talking about how her fiancee didn't like to travel, said some quite mean things about him to be honest. Like him, I'm autistic, and I've met him, nice guy, so I listened, played a bit of devil's advocate, friend stuff. When it was time to get a taxi home, she was very particular about going to my hotel first, which was weird because hers was closer. When it was time for me to go into my hotel, she kissed me. (I turned my head at the last minute, just reflexively, she ended up kissing my ear, lol.)

Couple of years later, I went to help another member of the group move house. After a pretty successful day of hauling furniture around, she asked if I wanted her to suck my cock. I declined - not only did I not want to to cheat on my girlfriend, but I wouldn't even if I were single, because as a rule I no longer fw colleagues.

Anyway, fast-forward to now, and I've been exiled from the group. Doors seem to be closing, people are giving me side-eye when I go to functions. I'm super paranoid, because I know that all it would take is one word from these hyper-connected women and I'd never work again. I also haven't known where to go with this, because, well, I don't hate women, I even consider myself a feminist. But friends I tell this to, to a man, are all, "Bro, what are you complaining about?", "I wish I had your problems!" and, online, there are a thousand red-pill bullshitters who would love nothing more than to hear my story and twist it in all kinds of horrible directions.