#performative trauma

CAN’T MAKE THIS SH*T UP… OH WAIT. SHE DID.

You were told to leave the pizza at the door.

You were given explicit instructions.

You had one job: don’t walk in, don’t record, don’t post. But here you are. Armed with a phone and a vagina. And a TikTok account. So naturally… the law no longer applies.

You saw a man passed out in his own home -- pants down, dignity gone, no threat to anyone but liver enzymes -- and your first instinct was: Record his dk and go viral.**

Then lie about it. Call it sexual assault. Weaponize gender like it’s free wi-fi in a Starbucks bathroom.

You tried to turn unconscious meat into malevolence. You posted a stranger’s limp body online like he was asking for it — and when people pushed back, you cried “silenced victim.”

Nah, bitch. You’re the colonizer now. Except your manifest destiny is clout.

Let’s flip this:

A man walks up to a house. Door’s wide open. Sees a young woman passed out on the couch. Naked. Exposed. Coochie breathing air. He films her. Posts it. Calls it “eyeball assault.” Makes himself the hero. Gets a few thousand guys in the comments calling her a predator.

How long until he’s in a cell?

Exactly.

You don’t get to rewrite the laws of reality because your victim costume fits better with a bra strap hanging off. You weren’t assaulted. You were disrespected by the algorithm. It didn’t blow you up fast enough, so you called it trauma.

There was no danger. No violence. No invitation. You violated him. Then turned around and made a crying video in soft lighting. With filters. And captioned it, “this is so hard for me to talk about 😔💔.”

Girl. You broke into a man’s house with a mozzarella payload. And ended up with two felonies and an unpaid internship in Accountability.

🚨 TO THE SISTERHOOD DEFENDING THIS:

You are not feminists. You are f**king lobbyists for dishonesty. You are the reason good men film everything now. You are the reason half the dating pool looks at women and sees lawsuits. You are the reason real victims aren’t believed. Because you defend anyone with a uterus and a ring light.

“B-but she felt unsafe!” Yeah? So does everyone around women like this. So does anyone with a dick and a doormat.

“Her story is valid!” She walked into a private home without permission, filmed a vulnerable person, posted it, then cried about consequences.

That’s not valid. That’s unhinged with internet access.

⚖️ FUN FACTS FROM REALITY:

Being naked in your own home = not a crime

Filming someone without consent = felony

Calling that felony “empowerment” = brain rot

It wasn’t courage. It wasn’t activism. It was TikTok disease. It was gender-enabled defamation. It was the algorithm whispering in your ear:

“Post this. Make it sad. Say you were shaking. Say it was hard to sleep. Say it’s a story that needs to be heard.”

And like every mediocre actress with no script, you delivered.

But here’s the kicker. The man you tried to cancel? Didn’t film you. Didn’t speak your name. Didn’t retaliate.

He trusted the law. That’s how you know he was drunk.

Because these days, men don’t get due process. They get comment sections full of women calling them predators before the evidence is even loaded.

But this time? The law pulled receipts. The ring cam didn’t lie. And now Olivia’s got court dates instead of views.

That’s the real DoorDash drama: You ordered clout. You got jail time.

And your defenders? Still pretending it’s noble to record unconscious d**k in the name of “awareness.”

🧠 Reminder: Being uncomfortable isn’t a crime. Being female doesn’t make you right. And having a meltdown because your video didn’t go viral doesn’t qualify as assault.

Next time, just drop the food and leave.

Before someone drops the truth on you.

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