#legbeard

[sykesplaining]

You know what's the Holy Grail of Tumblr discourse, the one thing I'm looking forward to for the rest of my life? The moment I'm dying for so I can then retire in peace?

When one of these hot-tea radfem “shaving is patriarchy” legbeards calls some dude a neckbeard 

 Because, as we all know, men are the unkempt unhygienic ones!

[true-patriciaa]

I found out that there's such a thing as a legbeard and I feel so attacked right now

[butch-sunvampire]

ITS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[poeticnerd1990]

I'm actually having a hard time writing this out. This was 9 years ago and it still gives me anxiety. I'm on my phone so forgive any formatting mistakes.

CAST

Wrestlebeard: Legbeard

Me: weeb and baby Legbeard/OP

Mom: my fucking hero

Ali: my awesome sister

Tink: fellow victim of S

Anyway here goes. I first met WB when I was 18 (She was also 18), and we were going to church camp (group was aged 16-18). She was the only other person wearing black and I introduced myself. She liked oingo boingo and wrestling, and wrote slash fiction about wrestlers. I loved manga and yaoi fanfics, so needless we became friends quickly.

After camp I met and became close to her friend Tink. Tink is the sweetest girl you could ever meet, and ended up getting an apartment with WB. They lived together for ten months before Tink suddenly moved back to Maine and wouldn't tell me why. (She later told me WB was abusing her for 10 month)

Fast forward 6 months. WB and I start hanging out again. She tells me all these horrible things about Tink and how she's a liar and really trying turn me against her. WB gets me a job where she worked and we applied for an apartment across the road from work. Red flag I missed: she insisted on putting each down as life partners on the lease application.

As soon as we move in together I end up under her thumb. She controlled every aspect of my life. What I ate. Where I went. What I wore. Who I spoke to. Even my dating/sex life was under her control. It literally got to a point where she decided the cut and color of my hair. She kept me isolated from my family and friends, constantly telling me my family didn't care about me.

Anytime her control would slip, she would just threaten to beat the shit out of me(she uses to box), and threatened to rape me as a joke.

About 5 months in I can't take it anymore. I call my mom and, bless her, she came RUNNING. We make a four day plan to get me out. I get all my things together. I keep my door closed at all times. I don't tell a soul. By the time Escape day came, I was so scared I was physically sick the whole day. Waiting for a text from Ali(in on rescue) I get a text from WB saying she'll be home that night. Que the dramatic music. Thankfully Ali got there and helped me get my stuff out and we were gone before she got there.

Needless to say my phone BLEW UP. She would say anything to make me come back. I held firm. I didn't go back to her. But I still had to face her when I went back to work. She would tell anyone loudly and pointedly how I skipped out on the lease. She groomed a handful of our coworkers to take her side. It got to the point i told our boss I didn't feel safe coming to work and corporate had to tell her to leave me alone or be fired. She ultimately was fired and I never saw her again.

TLDR; met a malignant legbeard who completely stole my sense of self, and gives me PTSD 9 years later.

[canihavefreedomplease]

Neckbeard Stories ft. Legbeard Stories | GREASY Neckbeard Cringe

[sini-sterility]

My girlfriend calls me “m’lady” all the time. I have a fedora from like 2007 when little girls wore such things. I AM GOING TO GIVE IT TO HER.