Isanna on Nostr: Day 6 on NOSTR. I posted a meme with a Black woman in it — and that was apparently ...

Day 6 on NOSTR.

I posted a meme with a Black woman in it — and that was apparently too much diversity for one emotionally constipated burner account 🧻.

So he did what all spiritually decaying men do when they run out of testosterone and childhood validation:

He posted porn.
In the replies.
Under a meme.

Then he called me a bot.
Claimed I’m a fat white man.
Told my followers they’re simps for getting aroused by an obvious deepfake.

All this from a 19-hour-old burner, created exclusively to rage-jerk into a comment section like the sock wasn’t enough this time 🧦.

You didn’t expose me.
You exposed your search history, your abandonment trauma, and the fact that you’ve never made a woman laugh without paying for it.

I’m not your fantasy.
I’m not your fear.
I’m not your mother, your ex, your therapist, or that girl who told you no in 2014 and ruined your life.

I’m just the meme.

And you’re the meltdown.

This wasn’t trolling. This was a cum-stained cry for help 🧴 , delivered in pixels, racism, and digital self-harm.

So keep typing.
Every reply you leave is another lonely moan from the sock drawer where your dignity went to die.

NOSTR is thriving.
The memes are immaculate.
And one man is currently losing a three-act battle with his right hand and an internet connection.