Why can’t I find men like in your stories who find a disgusting pig like me attractive?

Because my men, and the world’s they inhabit, are fictional, because this world has already done it’s best to eliminate any reality which resembles the ones I write.

Because the world that’s left is terrible, and trains its men to be terrible.

Because people are largely cruel, but unwilling to admit it, and deal their damage indirectly instead.

Because of shame, and “standards”, and other aspects of social reality we’d all be better off without.

Because you’re true to yourself, and that scares most people out of their wits.

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