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>>11808906
>Jung is the small-souled bugman filter
feels good

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My Twisted World:

One of the main uses of friendship in high school is to acquire a food vacuum large enough to accommodate servings meant for two. I was particularly lucky: my vacuum would accept any and all offerings of nutrition substitute. As such, never did a day pass where I encountered the folly of lonely middle school years, judgment looming over shoulder as tray contents fall into stinking mound at trash bottom.

At age 7 I was a prodigy of righteous resistance, of the hunger strike against this slop, something of a Gandhi. The public school system, of course, saw it fit to beat this resolve out of me through that most vile technique: peer pressure. Conditioned as birds to love their cage, children sneered at my rebukes of prison slop. I was chained yet I was no prisoner—the closest analogy here would be Plato's Allegory of the Cave. They found my radical act of just rebellion "gay", but did they not know that they were correct? Gaiety is fundamental to wisdom, "Die fröhliche Wissenschaft". These cretins, these Last Children, when I announce to them that, yes, I am gay, because gay means happy, they beat me as the man who has returned to the cave is beat. Their primitive minds understand only the language of violence.

And so, by high school, I had learned to keep rebellion as an internal act. To signal one's rebellion to the outside world is a cowardly call for validation, which I did not need, from anyone, not even father, every time I go home he just tells me, you should join the wrestling team and I say, father, I weigh less than 100 pounds who would I wrestle, girls, father, preposterous, and he laughs and says of course I would never wrestle girls he would never expect such a thing from me and he just keeps laughing and laughing and I'm not sure why so I return to my room unphased and cry.

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>>11663266
My aunt was a tomboy lesbian from birth. Basically a boy. Except she's not from America so she isn't 'trans', she's just a very butch lesbian. Your idea of lesbianism only describes modern, Western lesbianism.

The pitfalls of your lesbian are the pitfalls of the soulless. Incels, bugmen, SJWs, alt-right, they're all the same thing. The debilitating cancer of Whiteness, and the West is one big hospice. When your kind finally perish, the world can finally move on with human spirit intact.

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