Kiwi Farms
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2018,
You were mostly good to me - about one-half to two-thirds of the time.
There were victories.
There were fuck-ups.
There were cease-fires.
There were insurrections.
There were more growing threats.
There was GRS Surgery, Antifa comrades, resurgent Emo/Pop Punk musical tastes (initially to get through the pre-surgery electrolysis sessions I had twice a week January to May) , an ever darkening wardrobe, a growing arsenal of weaponry, and meaningful alliances and friendships to break years of social isolation and stigma wrought by 10 years of organized cyberstalking terrorism and 5+ years of houselessness. And this year gave me a serious 'nuclear option' to deal with Kiwi Farms stalker-bros if they act on their home invasion threats against me.
May 25th (GRS Surgery) and August 4th (Antifa VS Patriot Prayer and Portland Police) were dates that forever changed me. No more downstairs dysphoria, and no more law-abiding citizen act. Antifa until I die.
But you didn't do anything/or enough about the transphobic downstairs neighbor below me (worst abusive cis dude since my father BTW), or the apathetic property management company that doesn't give a fuck until I suddenly acted in self-defense against said transphobic neighbor, or Patriot Prayer and Proud Boys and Haley Adams continuing to invade Portland every few or couple of weeks. Or my worsening unspecified Bipolar depression symptoms as fall arrived. Or my Body Dysmorphia problems - although downstairs dysphoria was dealt with.
My financial poverty also worsened under capitalism - from GRS Surgery recovery needs to out-of-control/outrageous water/sewer/trash bills, to growing self-defense needs to continue to exist in a society that hates transgender women. Institutional distrust reached an all-time high for the state and agents of capitalism.
This year also taught me to sacrifice for great outcomes. Step up and put my body on the line. Welcome death and have unstigmatized discussion around death (let's face it, some fash will try to kill me in the future if they are ideologically determined enough) .
This year was also a year of education, from insurrectionist anarchism, to nihilism, to firearms training and safety, to tactics, to rocketry, to economics, and yes - to criminality.
I give 2018 a 6/10 - higher score would have been given if something were done about the transphobic downstairs neighbor. It also sucks that Australatina is having a limited-scale civil war. But there's been no shortage of urban riots and insurrections so Australatina (as a state) is on shaky ground.
2019 will be better.
I gotta get ready for the fall of the so-called United States...
And South Africa,
And Australatina.
*blasts ADTR's Better Off This Way*
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So David is the worst cis dude since his dad? i.e. worse than any number of cis dude who supposedly raped him?
And @Null can you please give us the "Tough Guy" prefix on this board?
Bonus content:
2018,
You were mostly good to me - about one-half to two-thirds of the time.
There were victories.
There were fuck-ups.
There were cease-fires.
There were insurrections.
There were more growing threats.
There was GRS Surgery, Antifa comrades, resurgent Emo/Pop Punk musical tastes (initially to get through the pre-surgery electrolysis sessions I had twice a week January to May) , an ever darkening wardrobe, a growing arsenal of weaponry, and meaningful alliances and friendships to break years of social isolation and stigma wrought by 10 years of organized cyberstalking terrorism and 5+ years of houselessness. And this year gave me a serious 'nuclear option' to deal with Kiwi Farms stalker-bros if they act on their home invasion threats against me.
May 25th (GRS Surgery) and August 4th (Antifa VS Patriot Prayer and Portland Police) were dates that forever changed me. No more downstairs dysphoria, and no more law-abiding citizen act. Antifa until I die.
But you didn't do anything/or enough about the transphobic downstairs neighbor below me (worst abusive cis dude since my father BTW), or the apathetic property management company that doesn't give a fuck until I suddenly acted in self-defense against said transphobic neighbor, or Patriot Prayer and Proud Boys and Haley Adams continuing to invade Portland every few or couple of weeks. Or my worsening unspecified Bipolar depression symptoms as fall arrived. Or my Body Dysmorphia problems - although downstairs dysphoria was dealt with.
My financial poverty also worsened under capitalism - from GRS Surgery recovery needs to out-of-control/outrageous water/sewer/trash bills, to growing self-defense needs to continue to exist in a society that hates transgender women. Institutional distrust reached an all-time high for the state and agents of capitalism.
This year also taught me to sacrifice for great outcomes. Step up and put my body on the line. Welcome death and have unstigmatized discussion around death (let's face it, some fash will try to kill me in the future if they are ideologically determined enough) .
This year was also a year of education, from insurrectionist anarchism, to nihilism, to firearms training and safety, to tactics, to rocketry, to economics, and yes - to criminality.
I give 2018 a 6/10 - higher score would have been given if something were done about the transphobic downstairs neighbor. It also sucks that Australatina is having a limited-scale civil war. But there's been no shortage of urban riots and insurrections so Australatina (as a state) is on shaky ground.
2019 will be better.
I gotta get ready for the fall of the so-called United States...
And South Africa,
And Australatina.
*blasts ADTR's Better Off This Way*
[End Text]
So David is the worst cis dude since his dad? i.e. worse than any number of cis dude who supposedly raped him?
And @Null can you please give us the "Tough Guy" prefix on this board?
Bonus content: