Me: Hello 👋
Him: Hi, what do I owe the pleasure to hear from you? Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Me: I was just curious who you are. I saw you viewing my story and you follow me.
Him: Yeah, I've followed you for several years now. I think I first saw you on Tinder a long time ago and then just liked what you posted.
We talk for a bit, he's single, in the military. Says that's why he's single.
Sends me photos of his face. His profile is anonymous.
He doesn't know I've stalked his followers after following him. He really only follows OnlyFans chicks, comments grossly on their thirst traps (“don’t be shy, open your shirt and show me your tits [emoji emoji emoji]”).
Him: Now, to your point of objectifying women. I comprehend your point of view and can see how the perspective of my online presence comes across as though I may. Which, that’s a fair observation however, I do not objectify women.
Even though he takes part in objectifying women online, openly.
He wants to chat for a while, "maybe we could even meet in person sometime." Brags about being a graphic designer and shows me his kindergarten projects proudly. I want that confidence.
He also follows a private account helping gay men in the military find other gay men in the military for hook ups.
The kind of account you can’t just accidentally follow.
Me: Are you bi? Or gay?
Him: Wtf...... I'm definitely not either.
I definitely am not bi nor gay....
I'm all about each to their own but I have no idea how in the HELL that happened. Nevertheless, I just unfollowed that profile. Now, makes me want to go through all others and revisit who I'm all following and do a cleanse cuz I sure don't know how that happened.
He'll tell me later about how society is so fucked and that's why he's single. He starts calling women females. [...] "it's gotten to the point that if you as a guy don't shower them with money and/or gifts, you then bring nothing to the table."
I'm flashing back to times I've asked men to help pick up their own shit around the house. Or repair something that's broken. Or communicate openly. Or tell the truth. Or make my day less stressful. Or not actively sabotage my goals in life. Or not skip the silverware when they're washing the dishes.
When none of that happens, what's left but money or gifts?
I have so many screenshots in my phone, tracking back through history. So much contradiction to the words child-men choose to spit out.
The real versions of them they would never want to let the public find out.
As a kid, I knew I never wanted to be married.
No kids, just flying solo me.
And then adult men worked hard to convince me I needed them.
But men actually need us. Imagine if women stopped interacting with all men in all ways. No cooking, cleaning, caring. Just a good self-cucking.
We could have anything we dream of.
A better endeavor than pussy hats in the capitol, certainly.
My AC should be getting fixed today. Thanks home warranty.