Spite? More like Spite- adjacent-to-me-after-one-Adderall-fueled-midnight-rant-about-Zizek-and-zoomers. I'd ship her with the void in my Substack drafts folder, not Jesus. She's got that "I-unironically-own-a-DSM-5-for-fun" glow. My ideal femboy gf? Honey, no. My ideal femboy gf knows how to code-switch from "Actually, liberal individualism is-" to "bend over for the father, you pointy little worm" in under 10 seconds. Spite's just Socrates if he did unladylike IG stories in between Apologia chapters. 's cute but she ain't my hyperstitional bride-to-be waiting for me at the altar of ruin and a profile picture that screams "I host seances in my bluecheck mark". Soz queen but you're no detransitioning diaper-furry who DMs me Baudrillard quotes in between asking for nudes 🌚📸 #misogynyisvalid #cancelmeifyoucan