/lit/ - Literature

I've made the conscious decision to not let this hatred affect my self-esteem. I've read post after post, thread after thread in boards raging wildly in topics and the bile and rancor made me feel sad and worthless for a while. But I've decided to let go of hatred tonight; no matter how much people hate me, I won't hate them back. You can call the whole of our sex vile names and quote dozens of hurtful phrases, but I think I won't let it affect my self-perception. I would think that man and woman working together would be for the better, but I'm too afraid to surround myself by men anymore. The more I read, the more paranoid I become that the opposite sex as a whole sees me as nothing but a hole; the conversations I have and the feelings I share are worth nothing. I think I will simply continue to live life in chastity. The thought of being touched by a man has become repulsive and scary to me. But the creeping thoughts of worthlessness that would inch their way closer to my consciousness at night are no more; I've decided that even if the whole world were to despise me, I wouldn't hate them back. I think I will relearn my value as not a woman, but as a human being; that my potential as a person isn't limited by my sex. It's sad that I've come to doubt all previous relationships with men, platonic or otherwise, of their sincerity, and it's unfortunate that wanting to read discussions of my interests in imageboards devolved into both misogyny and misandry within me- but that hatred ends tonight. I don't hate you, and it's okay if you hate me, because through your hatred, I think I've learned something about myself.

t. A "hole"