I support Men’s Rights

I support the right for black men to interact with the police safely and without fear for their own life.

I support the right for trans men to use the correct bathroom without fear for their safety.

I support the right for bi and gay men to marry and adopt kids and donate blood.

I support the right for disabled men to have access to facilities and services with their disabilities accommodated respectfully. 

I support the right for immigrant men to be treated with respect and be given full protection under the law. 

I support the right for Jewish men and Muslim men to be able to practice their religion in peace without bomb threats and hateful vandalism against their places of worship. 

Of course I support men’s rights. I’m just confused as to why so few “Antifeminists” do as well. 

How often my conversations about feminism have spiraled into requests for assault. I say, “Women don’t need men to defend them,” and am asked, “Can I punch you, then?” And I say, “Women belong in movies and video games and everything,” and I hear terrible things, unprintable slurs and demands for my assault, the threatening of a young woman to shut up: What they would do to silence me. The things they’d shove between my teeth. I say, “Men cannot threaten any woman they disagrees with,” and I’m told, “Women are just as cruel. Am I not supposed to respond in kind?” In my inbox today I have deleted sixteen messages asking for my life. When I say, “Your virginity only means what you want it to mean,” I’m asked, “If you believe in sexual freedom can I fuck you?” When I say “All it takes to be a woman is to want to be a woman,” I am asked, “So if I just say that I’m a woman, can I watch you in the shower?” As if women stand shadowy behind each other in our private moments. As if being woman means sexually assaulting each other.

Part of me - cynical, unwilling to be frightened, says that it might be a nice dose of reality. My shower where I am naked but my hair becomes streaky and thin, where my body sags, where my makeup smears. To witness a woman less than sexy, legs akimbo while shaving, pulling up flab thighs to reach the underside. Part of me dares them to punch me because I fight to win and am small but I’ll kill a man if he touches me. Once I dropped a U.S Marine. Part of me, hellfire and ice queen - says come on, then. You want a fight? Come fight me.

But more is scared. More timidly deletes messages, makes sure my name is hidden, doesn’t answer the endless antifeminist comments. The insertion of men and their opinion on simple things like “I teach children to ask before hugging.” When I close my eyes sometimes I wonder if they’re right and that scares me. How much am I going to change when my voice only echoes around me.

Why are you angry. Why are you angry. What do you think we are taking from you? If it’s not already equal why would equality frighten you.

The ancient art of being a woman and trying to get your voice heard: the gentle suggestion, the peaceful comment. The quiet listening to another opinion and the fact we must acknowledge it before we can continue. That I must educate, be sweet, be feminine in my feminism or else it’s “invalid.” I must present my declaration as a timid thing: “Women maybe should be part of more things.” And then the apologies: of course I don’t hate men, yes I like plenty of things with men in them, no I don’t think women are better. And then the explanations: women are people, here is the number of women in media, here is the number of dead women in media, here are the number of shows led by men. And then I brace for it. For the bullying.

Every time I speak it’s from a flinch. From “maybe this isn’t always the case but for me it is.” From please listen. From less demanding. God forbid I state factually that men are violent. If I speak about our fathers and brothers and the cycle of anger unfolding. God forbid I suggest that just once we should cut the bullshit and treat women well without pandering to men about how that helps them. What if I say “Men shouldn’t hit anyone. Hitting isn’t an answer.”

I’ll tell you what happens. The post was up for four seconds with three notes. The message I get is “If hitting isn’t allowed I’ll just go ahead and shove a gun down your throat.”

What feminists should be concerned about:
-Rape being acceptable in some places
-acid getting thrown into girls faces when they try to go to school
-underage marriage being legal in some places
-women getting stoned for cheating on their husbands
-Girls getting shot when trying to go to school
-girls not being able to go to school in some places

What feminists SHOULDNT be concerned about:
-birthrape (not even a real fucking thing shut up)
-Meninist t-shirts
-International men’s day
-The word stupid, dumb, etc

I’m kind of jealous of TERFs, anti-SJWs, and antikin. Like wow, I don’t even have the energy to get out of bed in the morning and you’re extra enough to write detailed MLA format paragraphs, dedicate time and effort into creating blogs and STILL have the energy to track tags and comment.
I’m honestly impressed, kudos™ to you.
I mean, you could use all that enthusiasm to make yourself and others happy, instead of taking out your anger on people who didn’t ask, but I guess that’s not my place to judge.

@ everyone who supports Islam but says Christianity is violent

you should do your research before you make statements like that. christians in this day dont kill people for not supporting their religion and dont kill or rape women for dressing a certain way.