Remember when this chick actually raped a guy
consent revoked at any time doesn’t mean it revokes the consent of acts performed prior, it means the acts no longer continue.
someone can consensually make out with you, feel things naturally moving toward penetrative sex or more (something they seemed into initially or were into initially), and then decide they actually do not want to continue. that is the revocation of consent.
it is meant to, not only maintain bodily autonomy of course, but combat instances where people do not want to move forward sexually but their partner or the other person continues anyway, and they (rightfully) feel violated.
I dont even know man like if I saw this interaction id think its fake
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Keyword: "were." A trait like hunting/fighting requires constant pressure to make those selections. Most "pit bulls" today have not been bred for fighting for many, many generations. They are bred as pets, or they are "backyard" mixes with no intentional selection at all
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This dude is out there murdering people in his car with no arms or legs and then Twitter mfs will tell you they're too disabled to play Resident Evil
youre just shutting down the convo. theres a difference between being exclusionary and acknowledging some mechanics are fundamentally tied to a specific sense. if a puzzle is built on color theory, adding symbols literally changes the logic and challenge of the game
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Imagine actually harvesting your grain like some kind of cuckold instead of pulling it directly out of the ground with your bare teeth
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“Joanne, Greatest Hits (Self-Pity Edition)”
Ah yes, the classic Rowling Playlist:
Track 1 — Nobody Understands Me But the Bathroom Stall.
Track 2 — Won’t Somebody Think of the Rape Crisis Centres?
Track 3 — Sports Are Doomed Because of Three Trans Girls in Track & Field.
Bonus Remix — The Left Ruined by My Facebook Group Talking Points.
Imagine holding the pen that created Hogwarts and deciding your real legacy is… arguing that trans teenagers are scarier than Trump. Not Voldemort, not Umbridge, not Grindelwald — no, Joanne’s true villain is a 16-year-old trying on eyeliner.
She frames it like she’s Joan of Arc in Marks & Spencer, bravely defending the changing room from marauding “male sex offenders” (apparently, Tesco’s staff just wave them through if she’s not standing guard).
And that bit about “cross-dressing heterosexual fetishists having the time of their lives”? Ma’am, your kink is reading your own Substack replies and pretending it’s the Magna Carta.
Here’s the truth: Joanne doesn’t want “free speech,” she wants free applause. When she doesn’t get it, she drafts another 800-word martyrdom scroll about how being criticized is just like medieval torture.
Meanwhile, her list of “beliefs” reads less like political philosophy and more like a next-door neighbor’s Facebook rant with a Minions meme attached.
In the end, Joanne doesn’t sound like a brave feminist. She sounds like the Sorting Hat got stuck on Boomer Facebook Aunt and now won’t shut up.
