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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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🗣️ MEN & WOMEN CAN’T JUST BE FRIENDS — UNLESS NEITHER HAS FUNCTIONING GENITALS 🚨

This one’s for the romantically cucked, the delusional simp apologists, and the “He’s just like my brother!!” crowd of red flag factory workers who somehow keep getting invited to brunch.

💣 Men and women can’t really be “just friends.” Not when he’s got a working d*ck and she’s got an operational, heat-emitting, soul-trapping vaginal portal that’s already reprogrammed his hippocampus via scent exposure.

You think I’m joking? Let me put it simply:

🧠 If he’s smelled her panties—on purpose or during laundry favors— That man is ineligible for the title “platonic.”

He’s not her friend. He’s a dck in cryo-sleep.* Waiting. Hoping. Lurking like a lion in a deodorant commercial.

Now I know what some of you are thinking:

“But my girlfriend says it’s totally normal!”

Yeah? Your girlfriend also believes in astrology, manifesting wealth through mood boards, and that her male coworker texting “goodnight 💛” is just being supportive.

If your girl thinks her “friend” isn’t mentally 3 seconds away from an unsolicited nut dream about her the minute you f*ck up—

Then she’s either:

Lying to your face

Lying to herself

Or so high on emotional validation she thinks guy friends are just “supportive puppies with beards”

Guess what? They’re not.

They’re f*cking wolves with WiFi.

🎯 CHECK THIS LOGIC:

If your girl has a “bestie” who’s a dude— and he’s single, straight, and emotionally available?

That man is waiting.

He is on the bench, fully warmed up, eyeing the scoreboard of your relationship praying for overtime.

He’s not “just a friend.” He’s Plan B with a Fitbit.

He is there the moment y’all argue, texting back before your third syllable hits her throat, listening with Olympic-level empathy, and lowkey fantasizing about your death while helping her carry in groceries.

👃 Let me be crystal clear: If a man has smelled your girl’s genitals (directly or through any tertiary access point, including laundry, ex-status, backseat fog-ups, or “oops I crashed on her couch” memory gaps)?

That is not a friend. That is a biological memory stick with lust-based malware. He is sinning passively. And YOU—if you tolerate it—are aiding and abetting his f*cking spiritual trespass.

📖 The Bible? Condemns it. 🕌 The Quran? Not having it. 🕍 The Talmud? Check it. 🪬 Every religion with a holy book and a sword agrees: Letting your girl hang with a man who’s licked her diaphragm once upon a time is spiritual clownery.

🧾 HANDY BULLSH*T DETECTION CHECKLIST 🧾

✅ “He’s like a brother to me!” → So he’s seen her in shorts and dreams of crossing that bloodline. ✅ “He helped me move that one time!” → And carried your emotional weakness box into his spank bank. ✅ “We’ve never done anything!” → You haven’t—yet. But he’s ready for the collapse. ✅ “It’s totally platonic!” → He’s waiting like a landmine in a cardigan. ✅ “You’re just insecure!” → Nah, I’m just awake.

So next time your partner calls you “controlling” for questioning their male “friend” who knows the molecular pH of their discharge, do the only rational thing:

Grab them (by their applicable stinky genitals), lock eyes, and ask, in the most dignified Australian accent you can muster:

🗣️ “WTF are you on about, mate?”

And if the “friend” shows up with groceries, flowers, or "just happened to do her laundry"?

Pull out the biggest f*cking knife you own. Crocodile Dundee style. Smile politely. And say:

“That’s not a knife. This is male territory enforcement.”

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