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1) 7 years ago, in 2019, Gooseworx used the common slang prefix for evil twins "nega," shortened from "negative" to refer to an evil version of a character, calling it a "nega-Angel."

2) People who actively hate this woman on levels even I struggle to comprehend concluded that this was her engaging in "antiblack racism" because the extremely common term which is used in children's cartoons to this day "nega-verse" sounds, if you aren't paying attention and you have some audio processing issues, a little like the anti-black slur "n*gger."

3) They proceeded to drum up a huge harassment campaign against her, using a handful of Black bloggers as meat-shields to feel righteous about their actions.

4) Her dipshit fuckhead fans then immediately began engaging in actual anti-Black racism against the above mentioned Black bloggers, and claiming they were doing so in defense of Gooseworx.

5) Gooseworx condemned the dipshit racist chucklefucks from point 4, pointing out that edgy humour used in private with trusted friends to make a mockery of racist shitheads is the exact opposite of engaging in hateful racist attacks on her behalf in fucking public. Though, frankly, calling "nega-verse" an 'edgy racist joke' is already an enourmous stretch, but good on her for cutting the dipshit fans off at the knees.

6) The harassment campaigners from point 3 had already managed to get enough eyes on her to get her spam-banned anyway, as evidenced by her account not having the "deactivated" suffix which appears in voluntary deletions.

So that's where we're at.

A bunch of white people using anti-Black racism as a cudgel to beat up a white trans woman at the cost of subjecting the people they are weaponizing to great fucking torment.

In conclusion:

It's currently close to 4 AM now that I'm posting this, and I've been crying non-stop since midnight because my friends came back online one by one through an unstable connection and said: "Hi, I'm alive." I had prepared myself for the funeral of so many of my friends. Some haven't come back online yet, and we've formed small "search and rescue" groups to find their contacts or families to check if they're okay.

What remains a fact amidst all of this is that nobody in the world ever gave a single fuck about us. I was one of the lucky ones to connect during the complete shutdown via some newly invented way we were too scared to even publish on GitHub for fear of getting arrested. In the time I was connected, I felt immense guilt for having access to the internet, and I begged you all on my socials to be the voice of the people who were about to get executed.

Not even once did I see someone talk about the internet blackout in Iran, and it enrages me.

We've been massacred, mass executed, and then silenced by getting our only way of communicating with the world shut off and the world treats it as some background noise, some irrelevant news that isn't even worth spending time hearing about.

Its walls are worn out, and the cold seeps through every night as if we have no shelter at all.

Rodents are everywhere, getting close to our little food and frightening my children in their sleep.

I try to stay strong for them, but fear and exhaustion weigh heavily on my heart each day.

We are in desperate need of help… any kind hand that can restore a sense of safety and give my children a chance to live with dignity.

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