As a strongly asexual cis man, there were a lot of experiences when I was growing up before I learned proper boundaries (due to sexual abuse in school and at home), where women presumed that the connection I had with them was something more than it was and initiated something sexual with me that I just went along with because that's what I was trained to do. The few times I've intimated to these women afterwards that I wasn't 100% on board with it, I've seen them have a cognitive breakdown between their intrinsic chauvinism that all men are sexual dogs who are gratified through sex regardless of circumstances, and the possibility that they could commit an act that they consider to be man's darkest evil. As insult to injury, I've always suffered consequences for putting this dark self-reflection onto others, so I learned to shut up after I initially shut up and let it happen.

I consider myself a bit bi/panromantic because my experiences of being taken advantage of by both men and women in the exact same way, through allosexual "divine right", has led me to a world view where there aren't really as many gender differences as people imagine there are. Gender is kind of an interdependent thing, where both sides emerge as reactions to each other, and more often than not, there is a gender projection and the gender it's projected on. Every gender has qualities that they consider to be of the other gender, and they often hypocritically accuse the other gender of behavior that they both have.

In my experience, all the anti-male sentiment on the internet is essentially asexual erasure. It seems like the essence of chauvinism is "how could they be a victim? Look at all the power they wield." Be it masculine "hard power" or feminine "soft power". When chauvinists say that men can't be victims, they are telling me that I can't exist. I've spent my whole life feeling like I have never been given permission to exist. I've wondered in the past if I've just been putting on an act and that I'm really some sick perverted dog underneath and that I'm an evil person for even putting on the airs that I'm asexual. But I've spent the last 10 years in contemplation and meditation, and I've gotten to know myself a lot better, and that kind of persecutory paranoid fear of not knowing myself has fallen away.

I don't know what I'm trying to get at here. This word vomit into the void might be one of my last contributions before I depart society for a monastic life in nature caring for animals. Everyone wants to be a victim for the sake of claiming some moral right, but no one wants to listen to victims when there's no happy outcome packaged in.