Pokimane's Video Editor
He did nothing wrong
Woe is me: I’m a beautiful young woman making a trillion dollars a second sitting in a leather rolling chair playing video games,
I’m so beautiful that my video editor (who also sits at home all day staring at a screen, doing something much less fun, earning much less money than me) apparently can’t help himself from touching himself to the sight of my body, the sound of my voice, the source material he consumes 24/7,
apparently my presence is so intoxicating that it is affecting his work, his ability to meet deadlines, he actually came out and told me this, and I told the whole world, because that’s how I make money.
I always have empathy for these people. Because I know damn well I would be doing the same thing. You don’t spend hundreds of hours watching pokimane’s stream, attentively, listening to her voice over and over, developing some sacred para-social sexual bond, you don’t do all this as a young lonely touch starved modern young man and then go jerk off to anyone else. she’s your girlfriend, mentally, i get it.
Of course, the story is completely fabricated to get attention, sadly, everything on the internet is fake now, but still. i get it.
Pokimane's editor deserved reddit chungus gold for this wholesome 100 momenterino
“But you’re jealous of a man I’ve never even spoken to! Jealous of a man who’s to die in an hour!”
“I am! I am jealous of everybody and everything! Jealous of the very words I speak, because they reach your ears, and I mustn’t go near ‘em. You don’t understand what this jealousy does to a man’s digestion. How it eats one up and boils one’s interior like molten lead! You’re a heartless jade to trifle with the delicate organization of the human interior!”