Die, cis scum
I’m quite a fan of violent rhetoric. I try to cut down, but as soon as I’m angry I’m having to stop myself from threatening pain across the internet. I can be quite imaginative and disgusting.
This is the first time I’ve typed “die cis scum”. You’d expect otherwise – after all, I have just said I like violent rhetoric. The thing is, the phrase means nothing to me.
I look at death practically every day. I can see it welcome me with open arms. Die cis scum? That’s no punishment, no pain. All scum should go away, yes, but I can’t say that with the desperation and pain you do.
I’d like to make something clear. I’m not saying “death’s too good for them”. I’m just so resigned to the feelings of death that it no longer feels worth saying.