Plight of my righteous mania

As a black woman with white skin and a penis, I often feel firsthand the hate of those who fail to obey the governmental mandates that we all must progress beyond a culture where we “can become” whatever we want strongly, consistently, and purposefully enough to become — and that we are now a culture of thick, heavy, happily hapless liars begging for delusion-privilege; and that the most piously pitied among us are allowed simply to insist that others pretend that we are whatever we whim to be, moment-to-moment, by our addiction to media created by self-hating, suicidal, degenerate failures.

In fact, the only thing we cannot “identify as” — is an honest, scientifically accurate person; because reality is the most hateful of speech.

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