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Hey Nana, do you remember the first time we met? I believe in things like fate.
So I think it was fate.
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Somewhere inside me there is a room. One i haven't entered im years. I think younger me is still sitting there, wondering why i never came back.
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white men bringing up sexual violence committed by non white men as a shield for xenophobia is beyond pathetic. Its the height of cynicism to pretend you care about the safety of women only when the perpetrator has a different skin tone or a different accent. Where is this energy for the systematic abuse in your own institutions, what about the epstein files (with almost exclusively white men mentioned in them)? Where is this energy when the US has a sociopathic pedophile in power? Where is this energy when the violence is coming from "your own" group? Its nonexistent. You dont care about the victims. You care about the Narrative™. You're instrumentalizing the trauma of women to justify your desire for a collective, racialized fantasy