might be a fae who knows

Like, I am just at a loss for words. I don't know how to explain to these people that marginalized white people and men are not oppressed or neglected on the basis of being white/men, so it's quite silly (and that's being generous) to assert that there is any type of intersection between their marginalized identity and their identity as a white person/man that makes them uniquely oppressed. In fact, in positing such notions you lend credence to fascist concepts such as "anti-white racism" or "anti-male sexism." And when I try to explain this, they will ignore me, hurl misogynistic and racist slurs at me, or most bewildering of all bring up white people and men with additional marginalized identities as a "gotcha!" of... sorts. Either you fundamentally do not understand what I'm trying to explain to you or you're being willfully obtuse, but either way you are twisting the writings of black feminists so that they can fit into your incredibly reactionary worldview and I refuse to engage with you ghouls any further on that basis.

Don't get me wrong, I understand the tropes, I know I'm the villain here. I'm the mean, angry, spiteful one, who desires victory so deeply that she'll rage and cry and sacrifice rest and health just to get a little stronger. She's all happy and smiley and just excited to see me improve, and I respond to it with annoyance and frustration. The pursuit of strength, not for its own sake, but explicitly for revenge. If this were an anime I'd be emanating with dark powers, I know that. And I know she knows that. Tokusatsu nerd ass.

And I don't care. I'll be the villain. I'm fine with it. Draw me with purple smoke around me or whatever. Give me glowing red eyes. I welcome it.

I have to tear that perfect little angel down from the heavens, and rub her face into the dirt.

>look inside

god she's insufferable