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Sex isn’t the Incel problem
Incels hate themselves even more than women.
An incel tried to shame me once. I ate his liver with fava beans and a nice chianti. In case an incel turns up with a missing liver, I’m just kidding. No cannibalism here. Nervous laugh.
But seriously, incels troll me sometimes. For what? My sex jokes. Which imply that I’ve had sex. And to some, a woman having sex constitutes an unforgivable offense.
Unless you’re having sex with them. Then it’s all good.
How much sex have I had, you ask?
Like maybe a thousand rumbles in the sheets. Or just five hundred? I don’t know. You lose count at some point.
Plus, I’m bad at math.
Anyway, I’m a lightweight compared to some of my friends.
Slut shaming happens on a fairly regular basis. Trolls. Hate mail. Cums with the territory. Still, I can try my best to somehow empathize with the central problem. The absence of sex.
Nobody wants to fuck them.
Yeah, I get how that could suck. Beneath all the misogyny, most incels suffer from the same basic problem — self loathing. They consider themselves ugly, charmless, or otherwise disqualified from the dating pool.
