black male feminists

To The People That Have Shown Hatred Towards White People, Cis People, and Heterosexual People.

Why do you constantly feel the need to do this? Especially after claiming that Tumblr is an accepting place for everybody? Why do you always claim that people in these groups are terrible, distasteful, and disgusting? Does shaming others make you feel better about yourself? I would like you to answer this question, please.

If you are not against any of the groups above, then this question is not for you to answer.

You know what I want?

A good old fashioned debate. I just want someone who disagrees with me on some point to say “Hey, this is something I disagree with you about and here’s why” and then we can have a jolly good time. No hostility, no shouting or swearing or aggression - just plain old facts and the debating thereof. Any takers?

Kill all men

If you claim to be a feminist, claim to be for equal rights and support equality and all that warm fuzzy shit, and you think that saying “kill all men” is okay, let me tell you why you are a shitty person.
When you say “kill all men”, you’re saying:
•kill all trans men
•kill all queer men
•kill all black men
•kill all native men
•kill all brown men
•kill all Asian men
•kill all neurodivergent men
•and many, many more.
and what if this actually happened, you might ask? All the men in the world simultaneously dropping dead? Children without their dad? Mothers without their sons? Sisters without their brothers? People’s fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins, friends, husbands, partners, lovers just dying? How can you support that? Why would you WANT to support that?
“Kill all men” isn’t progressive. It isn’t helping. It’s taking a step backwards. A step back towards hate. Please, PLEASE think before you speak.

White men be like, “We have to run the same distance, therefore it’s equal” -_-

Here is a story about kindergarteners and privilege. Enjoy

A kindergarten teacher had promised to give her class ice cream sundaes for being so respectful in class that week so, she brought them to the cafeteria to hand out the ice cream. The kids sat down at different tables around the room and the teacher proceeded to give each child their ice cream. When she got to the last table she ran out. The children were obviously very upset. The teacher felt bad so she told them they could have a jolly rancher once they got back to the classroom. The kids were still slightly upset because, a jolly rancher isn’t as great as a an ice cream sundae but, at least it was something. When the class made it back to the classroom the teacher handed out the jolly ranchers to the children who did not get ice cream. After seeing this some of the children became very upset. “That’s not fair! How come the rest of us don’t get jolly ranchers!” The teacher explained to them it was because, they didn’t get ice cream. Some of the kids were still upset and said things like “Well, it’s not my fault I got ice cream! It’s still not fair”……

This is a prime example of why we don’t have heterosexual pride days, or “menisim”, or whites only clubs etc.


We have gay pride because, many of them don’t get the luxury of comfortably holding their parter in public, or being excepted by their church, or not having to fear they will lose friends and family if they come out etc.

We have a feminist group because many women don’t have the luxury of feeling safe when they walk down the street at night, or not having to wonder if she’ll be taken seriously at work if she doesn’t wear make up, or worse in other countries not having to wonder if she’ll live that day etc…..

We have groups like Black Lives matter because, many African Americans don’t have the luxury of not having to worry if they will be shot just for getting pulled over for a tail light being out, or not having to worry they will be targeted for a crime just for the color of their skin etc.

The children were privileged with their ice cream sundaes but, that doesn’t make them bad people. Just like having any other kind of privilege doesn’t make you a bad person but, those kindergarteners who got ice cream aren’t gonna get both a sundae and a jolly rancher just like the other privileged people aren’t going to get festivals or clubs.

an Avengers movie where all the trailers are of the boys kicking ass but when you get to theaters it turns out all those clips of the guys are the first 52 minutes and that first fight end with the boys getting captured and everybodys like WTF how are they ever gonna get out of this…

cut to Nat and the girls lounging on a beach some where enjoying a vacation when their phones start ringing, the rest of the movie is Nat and the girls kicking ass to get their boys back and we don’t see any of the boys till the last 15 minutes just long enough to be rescued

6 months of this blog

I have had this blog running for 6 months now. It started off as a side blog as is now very much my primary blog. My main blog has been on here for ages but I had never really explored this side of tumblr.

What the last 6 months has taught me is how toxic this website really is. I have been called every name under the sun such as:

• Racist
• Homophobic
• Transaphobic
• Ableist

The list goes on…

I have always been honest in my posts and they are genuinely my opinions. People disagree with them and that is fine. It comes with having an opinion.

Some of the stuff on here I read though still blows my mind. The whole idea that White people are racist by default, that nothing they do will ever change that. But I won’t go too much into the whole black tumblr or BLM as it is full of racism and disgusting ideals about white people.

It still irks me slightly about the whole idea that if you’re white, you cannot be proud of your race. That there is nothing to be proud of and that we have no culture. We have plenty to be proud of. All the countries that are “White countries” all have rich and amazing cultures. End of discussion.

Now we move onto radfems/3rd wave feminism… Just wow… They scream how they want equality but only at the expense of men. How they drag men through the dirt so they can attempt to empower themselves. How they completely ignore men’s issues, the horrifically high suicide rates, the high work related deaths, domestic abuse and rape against males. It genuinely sickens me.

But on the other side, I have managed to meet, chat and interact with some amazing people on here. They make this toxic little website worth coming on!


To list some of them! But I do thank all my followers, they may not be many of you but you’re all still awesome!

I could go on but it is getting late. But I will end with this.

Yes I am a straight white male! And I am damn proud to be one no matter what shit you throw at me.

When women are passionate, it’s called “overreacting,” “being too emotional,” or “being mad.”
When women are justifiably angry, it’s called “being bitter.”
When Black women express their pain and discuss how Black men have harmed them (emotionally, physically, etc.) it’s called “male bashing.”

Women are not allowed to be strong. We are not allowed to be angry. We are not allowed to express our sincere feelings. We are not allowed to speak in a louder voice. We are not allowed to use strong words. We are not allowed to fully express our sexuality.

Women are not allowed to exist outside of the male gaze.

Women are not allowed to exist–BE.

Black in Europe

“Ugh I didn’t like France. French people are racist”“Go to Italy! They’re so friendly and I hear they love black women”“Do Germans even have black people outside of the military?”

It’s something almost every black traveller fathoms before venturing abroad. How will my blackness be perceived in this predominantly non-black space? It’s a valid concern. At best, our otherness might put us on a flattering pedestal. At worst, we might get mistreated. Even traveling to remote areas of the U.S you will find people that stare at you and ask aggravating questions like “Can I touch your hair?”. I certainly wondered about how I’d fare as a black woman before moving to France. 

But this post is really not just about me. Yes I am black. Yes I am in Europe. But that really doesn’t make me special. Because even though only a small percentage of African Americans travel to Europe yearly, there are tens of millions of black people that are already there: Afro-Europeans. 

Black people don’t just live in Africa and the United States. Thanks (but like, no thanks) to colonialism, the African diaspora truly reaches some of the most unlikely corners of the earth. Most African Americans make the mistake of assuming that we are the only group of african descendants living as the underrepresented, mistreated, systematically oppressed minorities in predominantly white spaces. Tell that to the 55 million Afro-Brazilians. Or the millions of black descendants in the UK, Italy, and France. 

But our egocentricism isn’t entirely our fault. I, too, had no idea exactly how many black and brown people lived in Europe until I came here. I assumed based on films, television, and images I had seen growing up that Europe is one homogenous white continent. Full of sameness with very little variation of color or culture (or at least not culture from an ethnic standpoint). It’s the invisible diversity of Europe. In the same way African-Americans lack representation in almost all facets of our society, Afro-Europeans lack it even more. 

I had met a lot of people my first couple of months in France but I still felt something was missing. I yearned to connect with people that were like-minded. People in which I had an inevitable bond with. In short, I needed to make black friends. It sounds silly to some but anyone a part of a minority group in some way (race, sexuality, etc) understands this desire. 

The problem was never the lack of black people, but how to organically make friends with them. Making friends as an adult is not an easy feat. When you’re a kid it’s so easy! All you have to do is say this: 

But how do you tell a random person you think they’re kinda cool and we should hang out in the most platonic way possible without being creepy? 

Several months later and I’ve met friends of friends, connected with random people through social media, and have even joined a Black Expats in Paris meet-up. By speaking with people I’ve gathered quite a few perspectives. 

African Americans are both admired and envied in France. Believe it or not, we have the type of global visibility not afforded to others of the African Diaspora. African Americans are the examples of cool, the creators of pop culture. Our celebrities are their celebrities, our favorite TV shows are their favorites too. African Americans are vocal in periods of inequality and reactionary during times of social injustice. Mike Brown & Trayvon Martin are not only names uttered on American soil. “I Have a Dream” is familiar to all European ears, the “Black Lives Matter” cry has been heard around world and the Civil Rights Movement is a part of their curriculum just as much as ours. In short, the Black American experience has left a definite mark in world history. 

For Black Europeans, however, their history tends to get shoved under the rug. I am not AT ALL an expert on this topic but here is a concise history of European colonization in Africa in my own words. 

**Anndi’s Quick and Over-simplified History on the Conquest of Africa**

In the late 1800s, several European countries such as the UK, France, and Portugal had set up port cities in Africa for trading goods and resources. Everything was cool until this dude named King Leopold II of Belgium was like, “you know what would be awesome? My own territory in the Congo”. So homeboy sliced out a chunk of the Congo for his own PERSONAL benefit, not even in the name of Belgium. The other European powers (UK, France, Italy, Portugal, and Germany) started to freak out and thought, “Damn my ego is super big, how can I make it bigger?”. So they had a meeting in Germany, found a map of Africa, and literally cut the continent apart like slices of pizza. It’s worth mentioning that none of the African countries in question were invited to said pizza party. So NINETY PERCENT of the continent was colonized without permission, MILLIONS of Africans were forced into labor, resources were exploited, men were killed, women were raped, children were maimed, feuding ethnic groups were mixed…all under the guise that they were “saving uncivilized savages from eternal damnation”.

Flash forward several decades and the European Powers finally started to leave. Whether they left on their own accord or were driven out by revolutionary groups, the heinous effects of imperialism are evident for several African countries by way of corrupt governments, tireless civil wars, and psychological trauma.

**The End** ….Except not the end because these heinous effects still linger. 

I’ve noticed a slight lack in community for Afro-French people. For African-Americans, there’s this idea of fictive kinship. I may not know you from Adam, but if we are the only two black people within a predominantly white space then we will acknowledge one another. But that’s only on a micro-level. On a macro-scale, we have become masters of creating spaces for ourselves. Hair salons & barbershops, Historically Black Colleges and Universities, BET Network, NAACP… we have a black national anthem!! All with the intent of uplifting and strengthening one another, for validating our place in a society not made for us. 

But our sense of community derives from our shared experiences. Many of our ancestors were slaves. Many of our living relatives grew up in segregation. For France, and many other European countries, the experiences of black europeans, while similar, are not identical nor are they shared. At any rate, its hard to have a sense of community when you don’t even know how many people of African descent live in your country. Apparently, taking an ethnic census is constitutionally banned in France. 

For Afro-french people, they’re not bound together by race as much as their family origins. If you’re a black woman from Guadeloupe, you might feel a bigger bond to people from the West Indies than to those from West Africa. Honestly, I envy greatly that Afro-Europeans know exactly where they come from and even have family that still live in those countries. I have never felt so shameful about not knowing my roots until moving here. Every time I meet an Afro-french person for the first time, the conversation goes as follows.

Them: So where are you from?

Me: I’m from the U.S!

Them: Yeah, I know. But like where are you really from?

Me: Washington, DC. 

Them: What’s your family origin I mean to say.

Me: Um…I don’t know? My ancestors were slaves so…

Them: …..

Me: …..Nice meeting you! 

In general, there’s this idea that black people are never really from whatever predominantly white country they reside in. Afro-french people can be born and raised in Paris and never feel or be seen as “french”. Even when I meet White Europeans, they are generally skeptical about my origin story but for a different reason. Because I have a lighter skin tone than most Afro-french, many assume that I am “métisse” or mixed. During my trip to Italy, an italian man told me “You’re beautiful. I love mulatto women”. The assumption really bothers me because black and beautiful are not mutually exclusive concepts homeboy! But I do love their faces of disappointment when I tell them I am proudly, undeniably, 100% BLACK. 

But let’s discuss some positives, for there are many. While Black French don’t organize against injustices in the same way we do, that doesn’t mean they aren’t having these important conversations. The Afro-fem movement seems to be really big here. I’ve seen countless articles, youtube videos, tweets, and have even been invited to conferences by Afro-feminists to discuss the interesting balance of race and gender. 

I’ve met so many black french women who are smart and woke. Clever and funny. Women who want to be a voice for their community. Women who are artists, poets, and singers. Women who are beautiful inside and out. Women who are writers. Women who are fly. Women who are college educated. Women who want to uplift and strengthen their fellow sisters. Women who want to be a vessel for serious change in their society. 

So don’t sleep on Afro-Europeans. They have a very real place in our world. 

I would be remiss not to mention the Strolling Series by Cecile Emeke, which was in truth my personal introduction to Afro-European voices. Cecile Emeke is a British woman who brilliantly decided to film black individuals across the African diaspora. The result? Unraveling the generalized blanket of our black experiences into singular, personal threads of testimony. Emeke has filmed in the Netherlands, Italy, Jamaica, and many other countries and its widespread appeal has garnered a huge Youtube following. Of course, you’ll hear the familiar stories of micro-agressions, respectability politics, and self-love affirmation. But you’ll also hear views on mental health, sexual orientation & expression, capitalism, veganism, colonial reparations, and a plethora of other subjects not often heard from black standpoints. 

If you’re interested, I would start with one of my three favorites: Two Black Friends in France , One Black Male Feminist from the UK, or A Black Actress in London

So what does it mean to be Black in Europe? I have the same answer for someone who would ask what its like to be black in the U.S. There is no simple answer. The culture, the attitudes, the ideas, the joys, the struggles of black people are not monolithic. They are varied. They are nuanced. They may intersect but they don’t coalesce. 

I write this to say there is more to the black experience than what you have experienced personally. I think its important not only to have conversations on blackness within the US but in a global context as well. And lets remind ourselves that as Black Americans, our global visibility gives us a certain level of privilege. The next time you say #BlackLivesMatter, mentally expand that demand outside of North America. When you think of the black community, challenge yourself to think beyond your own borders. 

And if you’re able, travel abroad. Talk to people. Have these discussions. Your eyes and minds will open wider than you know. 

Mark Ruffalo Penned an Impassioned Defense of Joss Whedon and Feminism

“It’s barely been a week since Avengers: Age of Ultron hit theaters, but already its filmmakers have been on the receiving end of some controversy.

It started with some backlash surrounding the flick’s portrayal of Scarlett Johansson’s Black Widow character—Natasha Romanoff, as she’s otherwise known, is given a love story this time around (no spoiler alerts, though!). It seems some fans are upset by it and believe that she was treated differently than the male Avengers, and that the arc resorted to old school stereotypes. Of course, these are feelings by just a small contingent, but a contingent nonetheless.

On Monday Avengers: Age of Ultron director Joss Whedon quit Twitter and the rumor mill started buzzing with the belief that he was distraught over harsh words from the fans. There’s no definitive proof for this theory, but it does add some fuel to the controversy fire. Today, though, Mark Ruffalo (AKA The Hulk) decided to weigh in.

The actor was in the middle of a Reddit AMA about the issue of water defense when he was asked about the recent outburst of criticism against Whedon.

“I think it’s sad,” Ruffalo said bluntly. “Because I know how Joss feels about women, and I know that he’s made it a point to create strong female characters.”

Mark went on to explain that he believes part of the problem lies in the shortage of female characters in superhero movies—fewer characters means fewer storylines, and that causes viewers to become hypersensitive about exactly what is chosen for each woman.

Ruffalo also points out that he believes that the idea of bringing love to a superhero is “beautiful” and that there’s nothing wrong with making the Avengers characters more whole—in fact, he thinks that Black Widow is one of the strongest characters in the film (again, no spoilers, but she plays the protector in her relationship). To him, the fans are misplacing their anger.

“I think that what people might really be upset about is the fact that we need more superhuman women,” he wrote. “The guys can do anything, they can have love affairs, they can be weak or strong and nobody raises an eyebrow. But when we do that with a woman, because there are so few storylines for women, we become hyper-critical of every single move that we make because there’s not much else to compare it to.”

Ruffalo himself has been a vocal advocate for women and has encouraged Marvel Studios to become more inclusive, even tweeting out last week “@Marvel we need more #BlackWidow merchandise for my daughters and nieces. Pretty please.” In his mini essay, he reiterated that he believes Joss Whedon has the same sentiments at heart and that it’s been hard to watch him take the fall for a problem that certainly has more to do with the business of film than anything else.

“I know Joss really well,” wrote Ruffalo. “I know what his values are. And I think it’s sad, because in a lot of ways, there haven’t been as many champions in this universe as Joss is and will continue to be.” But, he continued, “People are going to have their opinions. And that’s actually a great thing. The fact that this is a debate that’s coming out of this movie is probably a positive thing.”

Read the full piece here

See also: Joss Whedon Calls “Horsesh*t” On Reports He Left Twitter Because Of Militant Feminists

When you are white you never have to walk around thinking, how many things can I do today?, and how many things can’t I do today because of the colour of your skin? But you do when you’re black.
Help - Cultural Appropriation

So today I had a conversation with my dad (a cis, het, upper middle class, able-bodied white man) about culture appropriation. He doesn’t seem to understand why white people can’t wear dreadlocks. I’ve explained to him that it takes a marginalized group’s culture and turns it into a “fad” without knowing, understanding, or having lived the group’s history. But he still doesn’t get it. He’s adamant that “we can’t just keep catering to anyone who cries out “that’s offensive!” because then nobody could do anything. he believes that cis white men don’t always have economic, political, and institutional power, “such as in the slums if Chicago” and therefore can be oppressed in such areas. 

I’m so frustrated and this conversation is getting nowhere. Can someone please help me explain this to him?

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