When I sleep with long pajamas on I feel more civilized, but simultaneously regretful that I didn’t pursue a more fulfilling, and primal sleep, unclothed. This is a metaphor.
I identify as a male feminist (I’m a performative, pick-me, douche bag, who pretends all other men are evil so I can manipulate liberal women into fucking me because I’m actually the evil one. I also don’t know what feminism is.)