like imagine if you’d never seen a dog and you saw a saint bernard and you were like, what’s that and then someone was like, thats a dog. and then you saw a chihuahua and you were like ok whats that and they were like, that’s a dog. wouldn’t you feel lied to? wouldn’t you sense that something was amiss
When a financial institution asks me my “mother’s maiden name” as a security question. Because it’s assumed that I have at least one and no more than one mother in my life AND that she married AND that she gave up her own name AND that that part of her identity was erased enough from my public history so as to be a password to access my private information.
If you participate in daddy dom/little girl kinks and then when I point out that fetishizing childhood sexual assault is sick and then you complain that I’m making you feel like a horrible person, have you considered that maybe you are a horrible person? For making ‘play’ and ‘kink’ out of reenacting children being raped? I think that certainly makes you a horrible person and I am glad you feel as if you are.
tell me how “sex work” is a revolutionary or feminist in any capacity. try and explain it to me. literally try. try and tell me how it’s possible to buy consent, and that it’s totally fine that your experience has felt positive while the majority of women in the industry have been raped and abused. literally try to convince me that those women don’t matter just because you feel okay. explain how that demonstrates any vague resemblance of empathy