I don't want to be a MRA

So fucken angry at people that refuse to acknowledge that domestic violence is a problem men experience also and it is not a lesser problem.

I just look at the suicide rate of men skyrocket, i see next to no services for men in place, and the few that are are ripped away.

Men don't know where to turn, where their place is, where they're wanted. If they're wanted.

I don't want to be an MRA. I don't. Men under the law are equal to women. There's rising sexism towards men, but policing behaviour is Orwellian.

I mostly don't want to be a MRA because that would mean there was a necessity for action to prevent rights taken away based on gender...

... and i find it depressing in the extreme to believe we would exist in a society that would not just allow but encourage that regression.

Sanguine's Story pt 2

Sanguine remembered the battle. On seeing Shim run to the treeline, a whisper trailed through the tiefling's mind. "A little chaos my servant... observe, terrorise, learn". In an instant Sang teleported to the forest and hid, hoping to give some leverage on these hopped up pompous guards. Unfortunately that's not how it went. An intimidating booming voice came from deep inside. "START SHIT GET HIT!" A warning that soon became an unintended warcry. Cutting through the guards like paper, thinking "we gain nothing from this, not even satisfaction from their screams." Being a tiefling hasn't been the easiest. Much of the racial mistrust he's experienced has taught Sanguine that stealth, trickery, and just plain being smarter than your opponent beats a closed fist approach... or was that paper?

Sanguine watches Kane enter the temple of Prion. He gets it, we all serve something. Wether it's a God, some code, our own greed, or an elder being. Sang walked to the boarded up library, tracing a finger along the outer wall. The pursuit of knowledge had lead him here. A noble pursuit? Or a selfish one? Whatever the compulsion it's the only thing worth a damn (in his case, literally). "Each to their own pursuits" he says, "and i shall attend to mine."

With a flick of his wrist a tome appears from the ether into Sanguine's hands. A black book with gold trim and a blinking eye on its spine that seemed to follow you. He notices a spell he had forgotten to pick up on that may help in the coming battle. He calls to his elder being, pushing with his mental faculties for instruction on what tact he should take. His plan, do whatever it takes to refund and reopen the library, and if it comes to it, shift the balance of power to favour a ruler who's less of a racist dick to folks with tails. Hopefully the team can persuade or bluff their way into getting the information on those other 2 items they were meant to grab.

Receiving the instructions he needs from his patron, he snaps the book shut and prepares his war mage wand for battle.

What i wish i could post but feel threatened

To the true friends who don't smile in my face while holding knives behind their back, who tell me what's what, who confide in me because they trust me, that check in not out of obsession or habit but out of concern, those that ask my opinion on what's going on because they respect what i might have to say... thank you. You deserve more than a thank you. Let's hang out sometime.

Those that are in this friendship for some idea of what they wish i could be to them, don't. And don't hide it either. You're a terrible liar. Also you suck at controlling yourself on social media. So yeah, quit pretending, quit harrassing, quit stalking, quit hanging threats over my head about stuff you think i don't talk about with my significant other. Just quit. Move on with your life. Never gonna happen between us.