If you don’t want to hear me ranting about my truest encounter with the embodiment of male privilege, the stereotype of millennials, and even bad stereotypes about queerfolk – that I’ve ever encountered in a single being – please keep scrolling and /ignore. But it’s better to rant about it here in this contained area than have it wank up in an SM area that is adjacent to a growing business profile. If someone finds it, okay, I have nothing to hide, but still, better to keep clear air over there rather than kick up in main venues.
But holy shit.
Like.
Update: the night after I posted this megarant, I woke up to this D-Bag having unblocked me and in my inbox again. He asked a question from a point of trying to argue. I’m pretty sure he regretted it with the resulting brick as-attached.
An update and upgrade in the douchebag saga. Now achieving maximum douche levels. Bag has been upgraded to hydrant. Douchehydrant achieved.
The douchebag trilogy has expanded. What was originally assumed a three part fucking fiasco has gained an additional feature. Part 4: Lower budget, more assholery! But a belated serving of poetic justice.
So I kind of just need a place to let it all out.
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