Antimisandry org A collection of posts pertaining to misandry

I wonder if they’ll subject the Police Commissioner’s son to a humiliating perp walk? Yet another high profile rape claim that reeks of bullshit

Talking with ghosts

I thought I would give this blog thing a go, since this seems like a safer place to express myself than most.

My father died two years ago, almost to the day I'm writing this. I was there when he died, my biggest regret about it was that it had only been a few days earlier that my father opened up to me, just a little, about the pain in his life. Something I had waited perhaps twenty years to happen. But as soon as someone, my mother, entered the room he shut right up again. 45 minutes was the total time I had with my father with his defences down, then his last coma followed by his last breath.

I wanted to say that I loved him. But there were too many people around. I learned early that it's shameful for a boy to speak his feelings. In this way, my family, my home and my upbringing were a prison. A prison to contain that passion of manhood locked up inside me.

A manhood is feared and taboo in our society. That desperate craving to be independant. My mother, my girlfriends and even some of my friends have all wanted me to be dependant on them. But always there is this voice crying out from within: don't trust the ones who give you fish but never teach you to fish. They are the ones in control.

I always knew they needed me more than I needed them. I think my father knew that too. Both of us at one point in our lives relished being the hosts for such parasites. For me, I think I confused the relationship a mother has with a child, dependent on her bidy for food, with the female parasites sucking my life out of me. O beloved parasite, how satisfying it was to see you suckling on my arteries!

But that's changing now, the constellations of my values are shifting and I'm now seeing how I abandoned myself as a child to the values of submission to the feminine (white knighting). I would say I'm still only just starting my transition, I can see the patterns with my exes and the parasitic nature of our relationships, but I'm filled with fear at the thought of trusting a woman. They are formiddable emotional fighters. I am training my mind to see relationships as they do, that way I can feel confident facing them. Interestingly, today I noticed how scared feminists are of men, they're terrified of us, they hate how strong we are, they're afraid we would overrun them if we ever got fully in touch with our masculinity. Male pride, I suspect that's a feminists worst nightmare. When I get there, I won't fear women anymore, but for now, for the first time in my life, I'm feeling safer in the company of men than women.