I work in a theater. The men I meet have always been the kindest people in the building. Shoutout to the lead male actor who asked me what I’d done for the day and, when I told him it was my birthday, quietly notified the stage manager so I could get a birthday shout out. Acknowledgment to the man who came and found me after my mom gave him flowers so he could thank me personally for even suggesting the idea to my mom and then hug me. And extra love to the male directors who have only ever kindly corrected my mistakes and guided me. All the love to my guy friends who are the goofiest goobers known to man
painting an entire population as evil inherently (whether it’s because of trauma or not) with make you a lonely, empty, person.
I see the radfems out there saying that every man who's ever been born is a psychopath who's constantly looking for an opportunity to commit a felony and then I remember this one time I was really struggling to get a shopping cart out of another shopping cart and a dude came over to help me, but he couldn't do it, and then another dude came over to help him, and then another came over because it was a challenge he wanted in on, and then I had 3 guys all tearing at a stuck shopping cart, and literally none of them even needed a cart.
And when they got it out, they fist pumped and I said thanks so much and one of them said "easy." And then they left.
And it's like.
I don't think radfems go outside.