Jake. Ultruh. Stressed. Depressed. Anxious. Depersonalized. Occasionally fabulous. Unapologetic Egalitarian and thus anti-feminist.
I have a serious problem with any blog or poster that dedicates their content to hating white people. Do you not realize what you’re doing? You are literally fueling the fire that is racial division. The inflammatory way that you sing accusations is naturally going to put those you accuse on the defensive and at that point they’re definitely not going to listen to anything you have to say.
Also, when you do feel the need to talk about racial inequality, focus on REAL problems. Lets talk about prison sentencing and police brutality. Lets talk about poverty and job discrimination. The second I see you just outright say white people are stupid, white people are inherently racist, white people need to keep apologizing for slavery, I’m not listening to you. Because you’re the racist in the situation, not me.
When I was little mom would kiss my boo boos. It would turn me on so much for u to do the same. I wanna get freaky with u wish I could cut a long gash on my knee and have u kiss it. A Male Fan...
I’ll heal your wounds with my phoenix tears, male fan.
The law in most countries does not recognize being “forced to penetrate” or non-consensual non-penetrative sex as rape. Do you know what that means?
It means that anyone with a vagina has government permission to rape anyone they want, so long as they don’t penetrate the other person.
how is this the fault of women
how is this the fault of feminists
Where did I say it was *anyone’s* fault?
Feminism’s fault is in refusing to recognize it and in many cases trivializing it against other “real” rape cases.
So I think I’ve figured something out. This recent fight with anxiety is all about me trying to be things that aren’t coming naturally. You can’t force yourself to be a diva if you don’t feel like one… you can’t force yourself to be inspired. I can’t force myself to be witty or funny.. and trying to do so is whats driving me crazy.
Im going on a drag break indefinitely. If I never do it again.. it’ll be because my natural inner diva never came back. I’m not going to paint again until I feel the urge to paint. Anxiety has taken over everything and I’m hoping that if I just drop it all, my old mind might return.
As for now, I can’t keep pushing myself to be something I’m not. It will kill me.