I assume you'll probably just dismiss this message as the ramblings of a crazy person and likely ignore it, but if by some chance you do take what I've had to say to heart, well... we'd appreciate it.
So it's been bothering me lately every time I go on those sites and see a dozen or so pieces of art people have drawn depicting my girl in various sexual situations with the same person over and over, and that person happens to be you.
OK. I'm a gonna say it. Bronies are rape by proxy.
I think there's a slippery slope you're getting lost down so that somehow you're conflating Charlemagne saying it's alright to shake your head at someone and chuckle, saying "You're a little bent, dude,"
Enforcing social conformity though outright mockery is kinda a time honored tradition on the internet
What? You mean the rest of the world is cool with a 27 year old man "marrying" a cartoon pony?
So... is there Metafilter fan fiction?
Cortex swaggered over to Jessamyn, a gleam in his eye and a beer in his hand...
I did fall in love about five years ago. Fell in love. Five years ago. But with somebody I invented, which isn't ideal. He was based on somebody who existed, but because I had such low self-esteem, I took every negative attribute I felt about myself, converted those into positive attributes, and projected those onto him. Thus he would heal me and complete me in my life. Initially, I just liked him because he was really thin . . . a lot of it is narcissism, really. I've realized that my type is me, but better. Which I think is okay. I just need to find someone who wants himself, but much, much worse.
I went to see him in this play he was in. . . . so I could perhaps meet him afterwards, and weeks had been building up to this moment, and all I could manage when I saw him at the party was a kind of polite nod. And I don't know if he saw it, he didn't nod back, and then I felt awkward about approaching him at all and an hour went past, and I couldn't approach him. And then I saw him leave. I saw him leave the theater, his rucksack on his back, his little beanie hat on his head, and as he got further and further away, it became harder and harder to move. He was gone. Gone.
Three weeks go by of sadness, pain, regret. I've turned him into the only possible person I could be with in my life. A lot of it was ego. I thought he was going to turn into a great actor, who could make people cry, and I thought I was going to turn into a great comedian, who could make people laugh, and I thought that together, we could be like a two man Robin Williams. All the talent of Robin Williams, but in two separate thin men.
what I expressed was a wish. A wish for something like a sacred space for kids to grow up that wasn't then sexualised
Goons have an explicit rule against that
When a random guy makes questionable pictures, it's something he probably shouldn't have done
Yeah, the mockery culture is a big part of what makes 4chan what they are
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