is not about “equality between the sexes”. my feminism is about just, compassionate treatment for all people of all genders. my feminism is about exploding the white supremacist, capitalist hetero-patriarchy by whatever means necessary. my feminism is about recognising that misandry is not actually a thing, just like reverse racism is not a thing, but that man-hating is often a necessary and cathartic process for people who have been oppressed by the privileging of male identities. my feminism is fierce, with bared teeth and claws, to protect and fight for people who have been pushed to the margins. my feminism is about knowing my social location, and trying to use my privileged space to centre the voices of people who are systemically erased. my feminism is about knowing (and learning to know) when to step down and shut up because my white, cis voice is too loud. my feminism is about accountability, standing up, calling out, and sincere apologies. my feminism is angry, violent, and unafraid of being ugly. my feminism is in your face. but it is also soft, warm, the creation of safer spaces and sharing love with other feminists. my feminism will care for you, honour and respect you, and guard you ferociously. my feminism recognises that patriarchy hurts us all, even male-identified people, but my feminism makes the choice to not give those conversations space because they can find their own anywhere else.
my feminism is not perfect, but let me be absolutely clear about this: my feminism is, absolutely and unequivocally, not about pretty and digestible notions of equality. it is not equal pay for equal work, or being grateful for personhood in a colonial settler government; it is about dismantling and destroying the power structures that make these oppressions possible. my feminism is about throwing “but at least it’s better than it was!” back in your face. my feminism has high expectations, and it will not rest until they are met.