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He didn’t call himself a rapist.  He only rapes a little bit, here and there, and it’s only because he needs to. Otherwise he wouldn’t.  When he does rape, as little as it is, he doesn’t like doing it.  All of the times he has raped, he was disgusted by it.

He’s never liked breasts.
Vaginas make him want to wretch.
He can’t even think about an asshole without his stomach turning.
Raping is nothing more than a necessity to him.
He loves women, and he’d never hurt them in any way.
He doesn’t feel that his scant raping, in any way, perpetuates violence toward women.
He is utterly repelled at the thought of raping a child.  It makes his blood boil.  How could anyone do that to a tiny, helpless being?
All throughout his formative years, he felt a closeness to women. He loved them.  He still loves them.
He probably loves women more than those that never rape.
He has a lot of women friends that he’s forged strong bonds with.  He is appropriately affectionate toward them, gives them a ride to drs appointments if they need one, and enjoys their company.  He understands them, and the love he feels from women is pure & unconditional.
He would never rape his women friends.  The thought would never cross his mind.
To go a step further, just so you can understand how he feels; if anyone ever hurt one of his woman friends, he would fucking kill them.  That’s how deeply he feels about women.
It’s also important to add that when he does rape, the little bit that he does, he doesn’t enjoy it, and he certainly doesn’t mock, or say cruel things about raping.
He doesn’t feel the need to explain it either.
He loves all women, too. Women he has never met, even.  He brings canned, and boxed food to woman’s shelters.  If he sees a woman in need of help, he offers.
He thinks ‘glory holes’ are repugnant.
He hates the way such a large portion of society objectifies women.  It churns his bile to think of stripper bars, and pole dancing.  He used to be a fan of both in his youth because he thought all of the women were happy performing for money.  Then he realized, in adulthood, that most were forced, coerced, or, had few options.
It is wrong to force women to entertain men.
He would love to own a bunch of land so that he could build a large facility, and fill it with women.  He would spend the rest of his life proving a safe place for all of the unwanted, objectified, and abused women.  He would make damn sure that they were well cared for, & no man would ever lay a predatory eye upon them.
But, then there was feminism. Feminism garnered his hatred, despite his love of women.
Feminism, ideally, should be about saving women, right?  Well, he saw it for what it was; an extreme lifestyle that was used to shame non-feminists.  Their agenda is to show non-feminists that they’re nothing more than hypocrites.
He was a gray area rapist, woman loving non-feminist.
He could never be non-rapist.
He felt that non-rapists, like feminists, were too extreme.  A rigid way of life that would force him to conform, & he refused to fit into anyone else’s mold.

 

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He didn’t call himself a meat eater.  He only eats meat a little bit, here and there, and it’s only because he needs to. Otherwise he wouldn’t.  When he does eat meat, as little as it is, he doesn’t like doing it.  All of the times he has eaten meat, he was disgusted by it.

He’s never liked dairy.
Seafood make him want to wretch.
He can’t even think about an organ meat without his stomach turning.
Eating meat is nothing more than a necessity to him.
He loves animals, and he’d never hurt them in any way.
He doesn’t feel that his scant meat eating, in any way, perpetuates violence toward animals.
He is utterly repelled at the thought of eating meat of a lamb.  It makes his blood boil.  How could anyone do that to a tiny, helpless being?
All throughout his formative years, he felt a closeness to animals. He loved them.  He still loves them.
He probably loves animals more than those that never eat meat.
He has a lot of animal friends that he’s forged strong bonds with.  He is appropriately affectionate toward them, gives them a ride to vet appointments if they need one, and enjoys their company.  He understands them, and the love he feels from animals is pure & unconditional.
He would never eat his animal friends.  The thought would never cross his mind.
To go a step further, just so you can understand how he feels; if anyone ever hurt one of his animal friends, he would fucking kill them.  That’s how deeply he feels about animals.
It’s also important to add that when he does eat meat, the little bit that he does, he doesn’t enjoy it, and he certainly doesn’t mock, or say cruel things about eating meat.
He doesn’t feel the need to explain it either.
He loves all animals, too. Animals he has never met, even.  He brings canned, and boxed food to animal shelters.  If he sees a animal in need of help, he offers.
He thinks ‘hunters’ are repugnant.
He hates the way such a large portion of society objectifies animals.  It churns his bile to think of horse drawn carriages, and circuses.  He used to be a fan of both in his youth because he thought all of the animals were happy performing for audiences.  Then he realized, in adulthood, that most were deprived food, tortured, or, had been beaten to submission.
It is wrong to force animals to entertain humans.
He would love to own a bunch of land so that he could build a large facility, and fill it with animals.  He would spend the rest of his life proving a safe place for all of the unwanted, objectified, and abused animals.  He would make damn sure that they were well cared for, & no human would ever lay a predatory eye upon them.
But, then there was veganism. Veganism garnered his hatred, despite his love of animals.
Veganism, ideally, should be about saving animals, right?  Well, he saw it for what it was; an extreme lifestyle that was used to shame non-vegans.  Their agenda is to show non-vegan that they’re nothing more than hypocrites.
He was a gray area meat eater, animal loving non-vegan.
He could never be non-meat eater.
He felt that non-meat eaters, like vegans, were too extreme.  A rigid way of life that would force him to conform, & he refused to fit into anyone else’s mold.
How do you justify your love of chomping on corpse chunks? Guiltily, or guiltlessly?
What excuse do you peddle for not being vegan?
Be Vegan, ya filthy human.
Vegan 
Is
Not
A
Garden gobbling
Soy fucking
Diet
Vegan is about justice 
Be Vegan
Dig Out Your Soul