Until you self-identified with something that I find appalling.
I never thought of you as that person.
Now, you’ve shown me that you see yourself in that writing, and it’s not a flattering picture.
I mean, I wrote that to tell people to NOT be that person. To respect consent, to keep their assholery to themselves, to accept differences of opinion.
I liked you. Considered you charming, even.
Until now.