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Context: 

I shared an article on my Facebook page Thursday
     evening from the Angry Asian Man blog.  I like this blog
     and I have been a fan of it for around half a decade.  A
     friend had an issue with the article and we calmly discussed
     it until we came to an agreement.  We were respectful to
     each other and the discussion ended.  Hours later, a
     38-year-old grown white man named Derrick charged into the
     same Facebook status out of nowhere and began insulting me
     and my comic book series.  My comic book series was
     completely irrelevant to the Angry Asian Man blog and the
     previous discussion.  He didn't challenge the article
     directly.  There was no build up, no reference to him in
     the previous discussion, he wasn't friends with my friend,
     and I hadn't interacted with Derrick much in almost five years.  We were basically Facebook acquaintances at this point.  Derrick tried to make a psychological profile of me for
     him to easily attack based on my Facebook profile picture and the
     name I use on Facebook.  He believed that I was trying
     to be a Thai woman or maybe that I was putting out the persona that
     I was this woman... Somehow.  Derrick didn't know the name of the
     protagonist in my comic book series so he thought my Facebook
     name was her name.  I corrected him multiple times, but
     he absurdly kept asserting that I was using my character's
     name as my Facebook name.  He was also convinced that
     using a drawing of my character in an astronaut suit as my
     Facebook profile picture meant that I was literally trying to
     be a Thai woman... Somehow.  He believed that agreeing
     with the blog was the same thing as speaking on behalf of
     Asian Americans.  He then accused me of "whitesplaining."  He isn't aware of my racial background.  I asked Derrick why he thought I was whitesplaining and
     he finally admitted that he just had a problem with me
     personally.  He wanted a fight for some reason.  I
     first tried to figure out why he had an issue with me, but he
     refused to respond after that.  As time passed and he wasn't responding, I
     decided that arguing with a volatile pathetic little butthurt kid in a
     38-year-old body who was only looking for a fight was a waste
     of my time.  I told him in a private message that I felt
     disrespected and that I didn't want to be his friend.  I
     didn't know him very well so it was no loss for me.  I
     blocked him.  I went on with my night and watched season
     three of Black Mirror while eating delicious Chinese food since that's more important.

     Meanwhile, this 38-year-old grown man became enraged by the
     sudden realization that someone he disrespected wouldn't want
     to be his friend on Facebook.  Derrick turned into a
     third grader, made a DeviantArt account, and began trashing
     me through his fake DeviantArt account.  This
     demonstrated that Derrick is a toxic person who is only worth
     blocking.  He needed the last word with the stranger on
     the internet, even though is 38.  He gave my block
     credence and seemed to think it was cowardly to not waste my time
     feeding the troll.  His new insults were as good as his ability to control his emotions.  I once had a brief conversation with
     Derrick in spring of 2011 in which he passively expressed the
     discomfort he felt in a world of increasing diversity.
      That conversation with Derrick in 2011 always struck me
     as odd.  We interacted only a handful of times over the
     next year.  It clicked that he had a problem with me and
     my comic book series because the main character isn't white.
      This white man in America felt so threatened by someone
     having a protagonist who isn't white that he built resentment
     and held it for years.  I hope he doesn't mind a cameo in my comic.
   

     Purpose:

Derrick shitting his pants in a crying racist rage
     both amused me and motivated me to write this journal.
      The purpose of this post is to explain what my series
     is about.  I've been writing and drawing a series about
     an individual named Sawaporn Songlakranangpunlapong and her
     struggle to cope with a world she will never adapt in.
      She can only try to make it adapt to her.  I
     started this series on May 23, 2010 and I wasn't sure where I
     wanted to take it.  It was always about fun, but I
     realized where the series should go by 2012.  I address
     institutionalized racism and the stupid things white people
     do and say to Asian women, but I've never asserted that all
     white people are terrible people or think alike.  I'm
     not writing a series about what it's like to be Asian or an
     immigrant in the United States either.  My artwork isn't
     anti-white. It's anti-moron.
   

     Sawaporn is an individual. I gave her a handful of my own
     values and tastes, but I intentionally made her into someone
     who does and thinks things I don't always agree with.
      Sawaporn is a misanthropic malcontent, stubborn,
     introspective, cautious, shameless, who does whatever she
     wants, openly bashes the status quo, and lacks any filter
     when she speaks.  She not only lacks the ability to
     connect with other humans, but she has no motivation or urge
     to connect with other humans.  She resorts to ridiculous
     extremes in an attempt to physically distance herself from
     people.  However, she is also a compassionate and
     empathetic secular humanist and feminist who always stands up
     for her principles, even when she knows she has to kill to do
     so.  She hates people, she hates their presence, but she
     loves the human race and believes it can be better.  She
     finds other humans confusing, frustrating, and bizarre.
      The few respectful people she encounters perceive her
     as confusing, frustrating, and bizarre.  Similarly to
     Sawaporn, many of the participants of the society she lives
     in lack a speech filter, but they also lack compassion,
     secular humanism, feminism, self-awareness, and generally
     wear their true colors on their sleeves.  Many of the
     encounters she has with with disrespectful, racist, sexist,
     or crazy people are often meant to either be over-the-top, accurate,
     grotesque, or silly (sometimes those four things mix), but
     cause permanent serious inconveniences and new struggles in
     Sawaporn's life that aren't always immediately recognizable.
      Alternatively, many of the her encounters with the same
     types of people are superfluous and have no long-term impact
     because that's how real life works.  Sawaporn tries to
     deal with everything on her own in her unique ways.
   

     I felt that I should define what my story is and what it isn't in a deeper manner in case I ever became mildly famous and future racist white
     reactionaries accuse me of having a hand in ... (LOL) ...
     "White Genocide."