I like anti-capitalist stories, I love seeing myself and other lgbt given proper representation in art. Hell, sometimes I'm really into the neon aesthetic and cyberpunk vibes too.

Unfortunately, Red Strings Club messily fucks up mental health issues, and is so overbearingly anti-corporation that it reads more like an awful deliberating of friends close to me as well as a professor strictly and roughly talking down on the reader in prose that very well had me tune out in the first hour. The characters don't really pick up the slack either, toiling in their archtypes and never bleeding off the screen or bringing anything new to the table. It's so up its own ass at times, that by the time I decided enough was enough, it took a long while to get rid of the bile, especially when it uses a deadname as a fucking puzzle answer.

Likely, it'll reinforce your values you already hold, rather than offer much of challenge.