It’s been a while since I’ve read something that was well written enough to be worth reading. I’m shocked how similar our situations were, but where we went. I became a neckbeard MRA who actively denounces Feminism, and you became a Intersectional Feminist who denounces Patriarchy.

It’s sad that this reality check for some people here took someone with enough feminist points to convince them they were mistreating others to make themselves feel better. And it’s funny that we both kinda came to the same conclusion, although you are embracing trans as an identity, and I grew a beard and embraced what little I had. Does it make me strong to surrender my desires in order to accept what I have? Or does it make me weak?

Maybe one day we can find out, but it won’t be today; when people can find out, we’ll both be too old to remember what our identities were (or we’ll be dead.) Maybe in that way they were never us, only what we wanted to be in order to deal with being alive.

As they say, acceptance is the first step. Cheers~