I have been looking inside and I find that my ugly air of chosen misogyny from 1st grade is still here. I thought I had defeated it, but I'd just buried it.
I hate misogynists. Hate. Hate. Hate. I hate being one. It's pain I deserve to find out I never stopped being one. If justice were real we'd all <mod edit - method>, myself included.
But I wouldn't be on this website (as often) if I were deadset on that as an option. Interwoven with everyugly else, I must vivisect myself for this disgusting trait, learn how it works, come as close as I can to killing it, and make defying it such a way of life that when I recur and finally get my retry I do better by very impulse of who I am as a mind-soul.
I hate misogynists. Hate. Hate. Hate. I hate being one. It's pain I deserve to find out I never stopped being one. If justice were real we'd all <mod edit - method>, myself included.
But I wouldn't be on this website (as often) if I were deadset on that as an option. Interwoven with everyugly else, I must vivisect myself for this disgusting trait, learn how it works, come as close as I can to killing it, and make defying it such a way of life that when I recur and finally get my retry I do better by very impulse of who I am as a mind-soul.
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