inb4 b-but you can't be racist against white people ;_; if I just ignore that my actions hurt the minority groups I pretend to care about (black/asian women) I can use chauvinist rhetoric to bludgeon white women into having sex with me!

I live in a progressive leftist city, I've grown to hate leftists even though I grew up an anarchist

it started when I joined a progressive kink space full of left leaning individuals, I went in thinking I would be among people like me who generally wanted good for other people, instead there was bad shit everywhere, weaponization of trauma and really really messy manipulative shit

my partner at the time was approached by an asian guy who asked her to out on date, she declined, after that she was accused of racism by the guy and backed up by the community because her only play partner prior had been white guys, basically we were forced out of the community and labelled racists because she didn't want to be pressured into sex by this guy

all over the place there was weird racist shit basically implying certain relationships were impossible for consent to exist and that a black women/asian women couldn't consent to a relationship with a white man because of power imbalance and colonialism

this is why the left is failing, and why I gave up on it, because it's full of seething racist losers who just hate white people and want to revenge rape white women as "justice", enjoy jerking off to BBC porn racist hapa incel, don't forget to fantasize about killing your mother in her sleep :^)

  • Frank [he/him, he/him]
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    1 year ago

    When I was but a lad a woman descended on our village. The night was pitch black. The clouds covered the stars. At first there was a great tearing sound. I later learned that the woman had ripped the gates of our town entirely off their frame and tossed them nearly thirty yards. Then the screaming started. The horrible, horrible screaming.

    I fled in the darkness until I fell in to a midden. The shit and garbage must have concealed my scent. I huddled in the filth all night, tormented by the screams. When dawn finally came the screaming had stopped. dazed I climbed out of the pit and gazed upon the scene of horror. Buildings had been ripped apart. Many were burnt or half burnt, cookfires having taken the structures. I found blood everywhere, so much blood, but there were no bodies.

    Of the woman there was only one sign. A purse, a knock off Gucci. Inside the terrible tools of the woman; Tampons. nail clippers. Tissues. Pepper Spray. Half a packet of cigarettes. Hideous things, unlike any I had seen before.

    I hold the purse to this day. Some day I will find the woman. Someday I will have revenge for my family. My village. Someday I will face the woman in the marketplace of ideas. And I will triumph.