I do not like you, Sam I am.
I do not like your game or plan.
I do not like how you use the gay
As a meat-shield so the hard questions stay away.
Women are women—actual and real,
Not AGP rot-pockets chasing a feel.
Not incels in lace who demand we erase
The line between a man and a she,
Then scream “bigot” when people won’t agree.
I would not take it here or there.
I would not take it anywhere.
Not with your flags or your inclusion shit,
Not when female is treated like a fit.
The ones who once drew a hard line
Get called bigots the second they decline.
Their “no” called hate, their boundaries a crime,
While you hide behind the gay men every time.
Women are women—breasts, hips, and the rest—
Not a male who insists he’s one of the best.
Not the cotton ceiling you try to break,
Not the fetish you rebrand as “brave.”
I do not like you, Sam I am.
I do not like your plan or scam.
I will not date what used to be he.
I will not pretend a cock makes you she.
Not in the clubs, not in the bed,
Not in the spaces where women once led.
Women are women, not the costume you wear,
Not the AGP porn you drag into the air.
I do not like it, Sam I am.
I do not like those big male hands.
Male is not female. That line is not fine.
Call me a TERF—I will not mind.
Leave the boundaries out of your fight.
Leave the gay men free to say “not tonight.”
Women are women—born that way, not pretend.
Not the sissy-porn incel you call a friend.
@tadgh_dc Insecure is the feeling they should get when no one will stand near them because they smell like a pair of two week old underwear worn by someone with the flu.