I’m coming out

So yeah, I’m going to come out from the “closet” now: I’m an incel.
What’s that, you wonder? Incel means “Involuntarily celibate”, in other words, men won’t have sex with me no matter what I do. You may have noticed this from one of my previous posts, that even the tiniest compliment will make men furious and think I’m a total creep.
This is a life-long medical condition, and it gets little to no attention or research, despite being life-threatening (the intense desire for sex and romance is a vital part and lack of such could result in an incel committing mass-murder spree and perhaps killing themselves. This is at no fault of their own, it’s forced upon them by being a long-term incel). Being an incel makes you shunned, alienated and despised by the society, and I’ll probably lose a couple of followers for coming out with this, but fuck you all.
I’m not making any apologies for my suffering. I’m not going to hide from your oppression.
No matter how nice I am, no matter how many compliments I give— Men are shallow, ugly, selfish pricks.
(Ok, not all of them, some got really nice butts)