I hate this disgusting chaser so much, if i already had vaginoplasty i'd permanently lose 2cm of depth just reading one of his tweets. The physical revulsion i feel when i hear the slimy whisper that he calls a voice is so bad that it instantly turns me into a 1970s era political lesbian that advocates for the immediate castration of all men. Seeing him makes me intuitively check if the doors are open, because i would never, ever want to be alone in a closed room with this awful sex pest ultracreep. A brief glimpse of his beard alone is enough to incapacitate my ability to sexually desire men for days, and makes me want to ring up my dermatologist to tell her that we need to prepone my next laser epilation appointment because V*ush elevates the concept of beard growth from my main source of gender dysphoria to cthuluesque heights of cosmic horror. Not only do i want to pour gasoline over his crotch and set it on fire so that he never fucks anybody ever again, i also want to take a sledgehammer to his hands to permanently prevent that he slides into anybody's DMs. Yuck. Eugh. Eeeeeew.

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