You sound a lot like me. My repulsion for sex and men was because of trauma, both in real life and because of unrestricted internet access.
I am completely blackpilled on men. Maybe it's internalized misogyny, but I truly don't understand how women find men attractive. Statistically, men are the single biggest danger in a woman's life and women are the most likely to be murdered or abused by an intimate (male) partner. *Maybe* there was a case to be made about how some men were ok back before the internet, but now with unrestricted and unlimited violent porn access men as a whole have become a lost cause.
I used to hang around radfem spaces, and honestly I miss them but they were also full of their own drama. I hate to say it but I feel like women's-only spaces are often really catty and cliquey. Doesn't help that I'm a lesbian too, and I'm slowly coming to realize that I'm forced to bear the stereotype of being a sexual predator because I share my attraction to women with straight / bisexual men.
My only solace has been to stay away from men and misogynistic content, too bad it's literally everywhere and impossible to avoid: every TV show, movie, book, advertisement, and website, and don't even think of looking at any form of media before the 1950s. One of the worst parts of misogynistic trauma is how isolating it is in the aftermath.
Do you like games? I can give some recommendations for single player.
I personally know like 2 okay people that happen to be men. Can't argue with that.
I don't think you're a sexual predator for having sexual attraction, where did that notion come from?
See, this is the problem with anti movements, they dehumanize you too...You just seem like a traumatized person to me, just like I am.
Self loathing to this extent is just UNFAIR to you, it's literally UNFAIR.
Wanna know who deserves loathing? the evil people out there.
You need to find empathy for yourself. I can tell you an example from my life if you want, at a time where I somehow still had empathy despite what had been done to me.
One time I got into an argument with a childhood friend, like 16-17 years ago. I started crying when that friend started raising their voice at me. Wanna know why? Not because of fear, not because I felt it was unfair but because I knew that I already forgave them, in that moment, on the spot I forgave them for raising their voice; but I knew that after they would realize what they have done, they wouldn't forgive themselves. And it was true, they hated themselves for raising their voice for a long time. That's why I cried, I can't do that anymore.
I lost my inner child who used to have that level of empathy and I've been working on getting her back. If there is anything left to get back...You need to love yourself, I'm not saying that your writings aren't true, oh I believe them and they could've been mine quite easily but what we need is empathy and what better source of empathy if not from us.
Well there goes my mysterious edgy persona. Ugh what an ugly marshmallow that I am. I'm smiling writing this but it's a pity smile. (for myself)