Ah yes. Andrew Emory Tate, described by the mainstream media as a "controversial influencer", by which they mean "the fount of all misogyny everywhere", by a certain subset of terminally online people as the Messiah, and by sensible people (i.e. me) as a pathetic grifter who inherited a lot of wealth and multiplied it by running various scams online and selling his pseudo high roller lifestyle as proof that this works. However, that's not the topic that this writeup is about. No, this writeup seeks to answer a question that I don't think anyone else has tackled, but which at great personal risk to myself and by following interminable rabbit holes, only I have come up with a satisfactory answer to. And it's this:

Why is Andrew Tate such a raging, almost caricature level, misogynist, and what happened to cause him to be like that?

And the answer I have come up with is this:

Andrew Tate is gay.

And

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. Not just the waking nightmare of watching the conspiracy theorists slowing taking over the public political discourse, but actual nightmare dreams. The worst involved me rescuing Tessie, who'd been kidnapped and taken to New York City's Chinatown with a ridiculous and scary Big Trouble in Little China plot. Other events included me being sexually assaulted and having to to kill one of my torturers (a scene reminiscent of

^{There is,  by my leaning over the precipice} 

 ^{Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion}

 ^{My finding the secret,  Of loving you}

There is space between safety and danger

an edge, where I stand

where we linger

You and I 

weighing the risk of a leap