I used to love men. I only changed in my mid-40s, and from there, it was a gradual downhill slide. They didn't like me because I hardly spoke, because I was inappropriate (on the spectrum), etc.

The point is that, despite knowing that I was weird, they still wanted to go to bed with me, with no intention of taking it further. Long story. I understand it all.

Probably, if I had any interest now, because I understand a lot better than I used to, I could have a relationship with a man. The thing is that I cannot think of a single thing that they could give me that I value.

I'm sure that many incels are neurodivergent (as am I), or they're simply inappropriate or don't have much to offer.

We now live in a world where people feel very entitled to having things. I don't hate men. I am not demanding anything from them. I was deeply hurt and betrayed by many of them. I have good male friends (via the web). I enjoy the way men think. But in real life, I will never trust any of them near me.

:( I'm 71 now, so it doesn't matter.