They want you polite.

They want you digestible. Palatable. They want you to have opinions but not too loud. They want you to care but not enough to make anyone at brunch uncomfortable. They want your activism in a square graphic with a soft serif font and a pastel background. They want you to say "I stand with" and then sit the fuck back down.

We don't do that here.

Cuntry Club exists because silence is a luxury and we can't afford it. Because "wait for the right time" is what they tell you when they never want the time to come. Because respectability politics is a cage they built for us and told us it's for our safety and told us to be grateful.

We are not grateful. We are furious.