Makes me want to end my life rather than become a slave who is gaslit into thinking all of this masculinity and what it asks of so many of us is meant to be normalized.

It isn’t enough for me to simply fight misogyny, racism, transphobia and homophobia. At the roots of them is most masculinity.

7) Compulsory embracing and mainlining six deadly male subcultures to toxic excesses even when one is not interested
- Cars/Trucks and Machinery
- Police and Military
- Outdoors and Firearms
- Sports and Competition
- Drug and Alcohol
- Compulsory Heterosexuality and Homophobia/Transphobia

4) Having to act like every other man to be accepted by doing and believing what they choose

5) Having to refuse medical help from a doctor or hospital for most of any reasons: choosing to ignore pain

6) Having to suppress feelings and emotions instead of being truthful to the self to openly feel

1) Having to know what I am doing at all times or at least make-believe to be this way

2) Having to never need any help and can fix anything on my own or make-believe this to be the case

3) Having to be in charge/command/control at all times or at least pretend it to be so

The first grievances.

You’re a foul one, Pam Bondi
You’re a nasty waspy skunk
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Pam Bondi
The three words that best describe you are as follows and I quote… stink, stank, stunk!

You nauseate me, J.D. Vance
With a nauseous super nast
You’re a crooked, jerkied jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, J.D. Vance
Your soul is an appalling dump heap, overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable… mangled up in tangled up knots!

You’re a rotter, Nick Fuentes
You’re the king of sinful sots
Your heart’s a dead tomato
Splotched with moldy purple spots, Nick Fuentes
You’re a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich… with arsenic sauce!

You know if you ask the who’s who of Rumpville,
No one will deny it!

You’re a vile one, Andrew Tate
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Andrew Tate
Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the uh… seasick crocodile!

You’re a monster, Elon Musk, yes you are!
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got garlic in your soul, Elon Musk
I wouldn’t touch you with a… thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You know if you ask the who’s who of Rumpville…
No one will deny it!

Holiday blues and worrying as for the safety, health and well-being of those I care about.

I Want To Believe In Forever,
But Forever's Too Good To Be True.
I've Hung A Wish On Every Star...
It Hasn't Done Much Good So Far...
I Don't Know What Else To Do,
Except To Try To Dream Of You.

And Wonder If You're Dreaming Too...

Wherever You Are...

Wherever You Are...

#holidaydepression #RIP

I Can Only Dream Of You...
Wherever You Are...

Just To Hear You Laugh...
To See You Smile...
To Be With You...
If For A While...

But When The Morning Comes,
And The Sun Begins To Rise,
I May Lose You.
Because It's Just A Dream,
When I Open Up My Eyes,
I May Lose You... (CONTINUED)

I'm Out Here In The Dark,
All Alone And Wide Awake.
Come And Find Me...
I'm Empty And I'm Cold,
And My Heart's About To Break.
Come And Find Me...

I Need You To Come Here And Find Me,
'Cause Without You, I'm Totally Lost.
I've Hung A Wish On Every Star...
It Hasn't Done Much Good So Far... (CONT.)