First of all, absolutely fuck you. Secondly, this reminds me of a very triggering experience I had when my misandry sisters and I were forced to have a meeting at a farm last summer.Â
This shitlord of a man with the most boring fucking name on planet earth, John Jones, and his wife let us meet in his barn which was very sub-standard and frankly insulting as fuck. We rallied together and protested until he let us in his living room to carry out our meeting with dignity.Â
As out meeting came to a close, I smelled something that can only be described as euphoric(I hate that word ever since the MRAs start appropriating it from humans). I wandered into the kitchen to find John’s wife had made blackberry crumble pie. I walked closer and reached out to take it but she stopped me and said it was for her family dinner later.Â
Not getting what I want was very fucking triggering to me and I just lost it. I started seeing white and I flew to the ground in a massive traumatic trigger attack screaming “WHEE WHEEEEE WHEEEE WHEEEEE!!!!”
Suddenly, a farm hand burst into the kitchen with a rifle and pointed it at me before John ran in and stopped him. The farm hand who obviously has spent way too much time on that shitty farm said he thought I was the rabid pig who escaped earlier that day and was attacking Mrs. Jones blackberry crumble pie. I came that close to death because of the patriarchy and this is why we need feminism!