>Be tumblrfarian
>Privilege alarm rings at 10:10
>Check it
>Proceed to roll out of bed and into bathroom
>Stand on scale, 341 lbs
>Perfect healthy weight for a womyn my size
>Boot up FEEDMASTR
>Cake appears right in front of me
>Through bites of cake I recite the Pledge of tumbllegiance
>I pledge tumbllegiance, to all forms, of genderqueerophobia...
>Can't continue hunger is too strong
>Finish cake
>Look back at tumblr
>Decide to pray to #feminism
>First post is of transpangendhomoasexual womyn
>She punched a passerby man in honor of feminism
>Cry and pray for her to get womyn judge
>Scroll to second post
>OH NO CAKE ON THE FLOOR FROSTING EVERYWHERE
>Broken cake is one of my triggers
>Can't bear the thought of uneaten cake on the floor
>Thoughts and flashbacks of cake on the floor come into my head
>Can't stop these images
...
>Wake up in hospital
>Thin privileged doctor eye raping me as I wake up
>He says, "Miss, you've had a stro-"
>Cut him off for not checking is privilege
>Given electric scooter and exit hospital
>Two tall white muscular males approach me as I roll by
>They violently assert all of their privileges at me at once
>Another one of my triggers
>I start visualizing cake, but the only images that I can fathom are those of destroyed cake
>Get double triggered
>Try checking my privilege
>Cannot get past the double triggered PTSD
>Think about triggers
>Triggers are my third trigger
>I get triple cake privilege assertion trigger triggered
>The world starts to fade
>Blink slowly
>See Hilary Clinton
>She says it will all be alright in tumblrfaria
>Also says she'll install privilege checking stations once she's president
>I feel myself drift away
>Goodbye Hilary