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🚨 TAGGED & TRIGGERED: WHEN “LESBIAN” ISN’T A SLUR—JUST A SEARCH FILTER 🚨

💣 Let’s get something f*cking straight, toots:

“This is satire. If the shoe fits, it’s probably your Etsy bio.”

First Off. Calm Down.

You sound Crazy.

Tagging a pattern ≠ bigotry. Tagging a behavior ≠ phobia. Tagging a predictable cluster of rage-posting bullsh*t with the same identity marker? That’s just organizational excellence.

And if seeing the word “lesbian” on a post about unhinged misandry gave you flashbacks to your sociology class trauma journal— that’s not my fault.

🧠 You weren’t “attacked.” You just didn’t like that someone finally connected your behavior to its demographic origin.

Because I’m not tagging your sexuality. I’m tagging your fcking rhetoric.*

You know what I'm talking about:

🌪 “lesbian. neurodivergent. she/they. trauma witch. antifascist fairy. misandry stan.” Cool lore. Now explain why 9 out of 10 posts reading like:

“Men should be sterilized at birth, teehee”

…somehow come from that exact combo.

REALITY DROP:

📊 72% of Tumblr’s male-hate essays—the ones loaded with “all men are trash,” “men are inherently evil,” “male tears make me wet” energy—come from lesbian-coded users.

🧵 Posts tagged #killallmen explode 4x faster when also tagged #wlw, #femme, or #dykecore.

📍 91% of users crying “homophobia” over tags? Were never mentioned by name. They saw the mirror—and punched it.

You’re not being targeted. You’re being categorized. And if you mistake a label for violence, maybe log off the internet and open a f*cking book.

You don’t get a free pass because of what you do with your genitals. You don’t get to throw grenades and cry when someone identifies who’s tossing them.

You act like men are subhuman, emotional trash bins, walking trauma triggers— But when someone tags that behavior as a pattern, you go:

“bUt tHaT’s hOmOpHoBiC—”

Shut the f*ck up.

It’s not homophobic. It’s Excel for people with pattern recognition.

🧬 This ain’t Hogwarts, babe. “Lesbian” isn’t a magic word that shields you from accountability.

If I tag a post “lesbian,” it’s because it came from the same pipeline of Tumblr-coded bitterness where identity is armor and man-hate is currency.

You wanna post like a f*cking psycho and wrap it in soft fonts, frog emojis, and “trauma girl summer” vibes?

Then own the tag. It’s not meant to erase you. It’s meant to warn others.

Here’s the uncomfortable truth:

🩸 Some of the most violent, entitled, hypocritical, unhinged behavior online isn’t coming from frat bros or alt-right chuds— It’s coming from self-described “femmes” with anime avis, locked bios, and rage diaries about how men shouldn’t be allowed to breathe.

But because they’re lesbian or non-men or queer-coded neurofae witchcraft goblins— We’re supposed to treat that as empowerment?

Nah. I’m not handing out identity-based hall passes.

You wanna know why I tag it? Because my followers deserve a warning.

That behavior isn’t just edgy. It’s narcissistic. And I refuse to pretend like people spewing misandry dressed in rainbow flags deserve extra kindness because of who they f*ck.

You hate men? Fine. You think you’re untouchable because you hate them with glitter on? Nah. You’re just boring and logged in too long.

⚠️ If a man posted “All women should be controlled” – you’d lose your goddamn mind.

But when some trauma-thirsty lesbian writes “Men should be muzzled and neutered,” You reblog it with a skull emoji and a dopamine rush.

🤡 You don’t hate oppression. You hate equality in accountability.

So let’s lock this in permanently:

🧠 A tag isn’t an attack. 🧠 Lesbian isn’t a slur. 🧠 And you don’t get to act like a digital warlord and cry “triggered” when someone sorts your behavior into a folder labeled “unhinged misandrist LARPing as social justice.”

If that shoe fits?

Lace it up and go for a walk, Dumbass.

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