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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.
Stories and receipts from the genderist assault. This is our side of the onslaught.
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.