@KIDGoggles and what was the basis of that deal? last I checked, you were donating toward a cause, a cause that I cared deeply in making a fine piece of.
don’t you ever fucking act like you know what a traitor’s knife feels like.
you did this. every one that stood still and watched, too
it’s been about two years now since I last seriously touched a controller, or even kept up with the scene.
this is the longest I’ve gone in my Iife without playing or watching Smash, since I was a frikkin’ toddler.
I don’t know why I miss it. I barely touched it when I had it
since then I’ve learned a lot about myself, a scary amount
my selfish ass grew to be a slightly better person, I suppose
my heart grows kinder,
desperately compensating for my now irreparable soul
if this was the cost, then fine
it’s too late anyways
It hurts so much to stay away, it hurts so much to try to get close. paradoxical shatter.
I announce my ‘final’ departure for the upteenth time once more—I hope this illustrates in the most masturbatory maliciously satisfying way you desired, the damage you’ve inflicted upon me
I realize my miscalculation in trying to have separated it like that—-the gestalt of Smash can’t be picked apart so simply, like a sandwich.
so, I admit it.
you drove me to paradoxical feelings of turmoil and shatter over what was once my biggest passion, my love.
you win.
I thought I could separate the game from the community.
I’d tell myself I loved the game for what it was, and that the community wouldn’t affect me my love for playing.
even if I *did* magically produce a jaw dropping cinematic feature that may sway the convictions of everyones’ warped opinions about me,
would I be happy coming back to the opinions of people who wrote me off over some tweets and a tabloid?
——even people I thought I could trust the most, people I considered my brothers.
I thought that I deserved all that came my way. I justified it for years because I took my sweet ass time with a huge project funded by the community.
Being a woman isn't an essence, it's a material, provable fact. I'm not a female human being because society or history made me one, or because I picked the 'woman' category on some metaphysical spreadsheet. I'm a woman because I was born with the equipment to produce large gametes.
My biology isn't my destiny unless I'm unfortunate enough to live in a society like Afghanistan where my femaleness is punished from birth. My biology does, however, mean I am likely to have experiences no man ever will.
If I'd been raised by robots in outer space who had no understanding of social categories or gendered norms I'd still provably be a woman, not a man. I'd certainly suffer some deprivation from not associating with other humans, but on the upside, I'd never have to listen to pseudo-intellectual drivel like this.