Griffin Sivret & The Lies They Sell

I cried. The emotion hit me from nowhere. I left the room, made a painful gasping sound in the toilet. I spontaneously gulped which somehow ripped my throat apart. I felt that dragging ache in my chest. I didn't even know her.

TRA Nobility: The Peter Files

Once upon a time, Peter Tatchell was a sort of hero to me.

What surprises me when reading from his website now, is just how weak his arguments are. It's often juvenile and hackneyed, dragging in tenuous associations or justifications beset with glaringly obvious logical faults and moralistic judgment.