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I was 9 years old. I loved Anita Sarkeesian so much. I had all the Tropes in videogames episodes. I pray to Anita Sarkeesian every night, thanking her for smashing the patriarchy. Anita Sarkeesian is love, I say. Anita Sarkeesian is life. My dad hears me and calls me a misandrist. I know he is just a white male cis scum. I call him a misogynist. He slaps me and sends me to my room. I am crying now, but I feel a warmth coming towards me. Is it? It is... Anita Sarkeesian. I am so happy. But as I move towards her, she chants her godlike battle cry. RAAAAAAAPE DEATH THREATS I'M TRIGGERED DONATIONS PLEASE. And her armed guards came and tazed me until I died. Oh, WHY THE ARMED GUARDS? They followed her everywhere. They stopped anyone from coming near her, even true supporters who wanted to end the violence in video games. As I was blacking out, the last words I heard were, "Donate to my Kickstarter"