
SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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DO YOU UNDERSTAND CONSENT NOW??
The Moat of Consent: Understanding Boundaries and Autonomy
The moat is wide, dark water still,
A silent witness to force and will.
You see a bridge; I see a gate,
A boundary drawn—not up for debate.
Wings clipped by careless hands,
Words that slip like shifting sands.
You ask my name, then twist it slight,
Make a jest of self, erase my right.
A touch unbidden, a stare too long,
A verdict passed that feels all wrong.
My body not yours to claim or chart,
Not a riddle, not a work of art.
The drawbridge only lowers slow,
When space is safe, when trust can grow.
No grasp, no plea, no price to weigh—
My flight is mine, I choose the way.
For consent is wind, not chain nor wall,
Not won by conquest, nor owed at all.
It is the sky, the right to roam,
To say this is my body, this is my home.
The moat is wide, dark water still,
A silent witness to force and will.
You see a bridge; I see a gate,
A boundary drawn—not up for debate.
Wings clipped by careless hands,
Words that slip like shifting sands.
You ask my name, then twist it slight,
Make a jest of self, erase my right.
A touch unbidden, a stare too long,
A verdict passed that feels all wrong.
My body not yours to claim or chart,
Not a riddle, not a work of art.
The drawbridge only lowers slow,
When space is safe, when trust can grow.
No grasp, no plea, no price to weigh—
My flight is mine, I choose the way.
For consent is wind, not chain nor wall,
Not won by conquest, nor owed at all.
It is the sky, the right to roam,
To say this is my body, this is my home.
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