What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little angry bitch? I’ll have you know LGBTQ+ rights are important to me, and I’ve been involved in numerous gay straight alliances in DC, and I have attended over 300 confirmed rallies. I am trained in speaking to representatives about bills and I’m the top advocate in the entire college circuit. You are nothing to me but just another WASP devil man. I will push city hall to add LGBTQ+ people to the city’s anti-discrimination laws, mark my fucking words sweatstain. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, sweatshirt. As we speak I am drafting an amendment for the constitution that will make relationships equal for everyone including pedophilia and incest, and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, filthy pore. The storm that wipes out the dog-shit colored thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hold a rally of seven hundred people, and that’s just from behind my computer screen. Not only have I been extensively bullied and abused, but I have access to the entire arsenal of twoxchromosomes and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your racist ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment about contacts was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have gotten a hobby and made some friends. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn sweatshop. I will shit virtue signalling all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, pore. Context matters.