You Don't Hate Performative Males, You Just Hate Women
The thing we are hurt by is not the feminine man, but the threat of the patriarchal man beneath it all. The Abduction of Europa by Valentin Aleksandrovich Serov (1865-1911) I haven’t written in a while because I have been quite content in my own world now that I have social media deleted off my phone. Well, it was, but it’s back now. Don’t ask me how or why, I’m unsure of the reason, really. But it’s back all the same like the dark figure clouding the bedroom corner each night (just me?). The figure points to a man on my screen in baggy cargos holding a green icy drink in his hand. I shudder. Is it the polished nails? The nose ring? What kind of guy wears loafers ? Are we in 18th century London? I feel a string of anger thread itself around my ribcage. Soulless eyes bore into me from the bedroom corner, a thousand tons of nothing weighing on my consciousness. I do as it tells me and I pull at this thread, I pull and pull. With it comes anger like a dam burst pouring from my ...
