BlackHeart Biohazards

It’s always weird to me. Like. I was exploited for years. From a really little age to well into my preteens by the same guys for literal years. I see antis really frequently equate what happened to me with what’s being done to someone who isn’t even a “someone.” They’re pixels, or lines, or paint strokes. It’s always been so weird. I used to be mad about it. I think I’ve grown comfortably numb. I just can’t be bothered to try anymore in regards to it all. They don’t care. They just want something to hold up and go “look, I’m right! I’m protecting these people, it makes me right!” But they aren’t right, and I never asked for their help. They’re white knights, but instead of trying to court “female approval,” they’re cultivating a culture which allows them to trample whoever they don’t like on the grounds of “moral superiority.”