In the new year, I’ll be moving to a new blog Misandry Angie!
Being Angie the Anti-Theist for the past five and a half years has been incredible. I’ve gotten to know so many amazing people – atheist and feminist and disability activists and more. I’ve had opportunities to help people, and I’ve been shown kindness and generosity I couldn’t have gone without. I’ve moved from Twitter to YouTube to Facebook, from Blogspot to WordPress, and now it’s time to move from Angie the Anti-Theist to Misandry Angie.
I wrote so much about religion in my early days of blogging, when I was fresh out of my grandmother’s cult and needed to nurse my wounds and air my grievances. I wanted to warn the world about my grandmother specifically and cults in general. I needed to say that religion can harm and have it be heard. I have and it was, and now I have different things I need to say.
I always said that having Anti-Theist in my name didn’t mean I was against all religious people, and in the same way, Misandry doesn’t mean I’m against all men. It’s a slightly blasphemous little joke, same as before but with a new target. I’ve taken on god, next up man.
Misandry is feminist humor or a ridiculous whine from men, take your pick. But for me, it is more. Misandry is daring to love myself in a world that says I’m less than human because I’m not a man. Misandry is not wasting time on the same tired bad arguments, like “not all men” when no one was talking about all men. Misandry is the radically choice to prioritize the words, feelings, and voices of women and non-binary people over the words, feelings, and voices of men which have audience enough in the wider, misogynist world.
For me, misandry is both a lifestyle and a sense of humor. Embracing this jocular, irreverent approach to men in a man’s world has shaped me as much as embracing atheism and rejecting religion has. It wasn’t until I chose misandry, until I decided my feelings got to matter more to me than the feelings of men in my life, that I realized I was gay. It wasn’t until I purposefully made myself more important that I was able to see how much of myself I had squashed and hidden away.
Misandry is a way of knowing myself, a way of relating to the world without losing myself in it. Misandry is a form of intentional “selfishness” as direct defiance to the years of social obedience training I am trying to undo. I have been taught my whole life to see things from a male perspective, to sympathize with male pain, and to cheer male triumph. Misandry is a choice to see things from a female perspective, to sympathize with female pain, and to cheer female triumph. I am filling in the missing parts of my worldview, filling in the half of the story most often left out.
I hope to see you on the new blog in the new year. I will continue writing about my cult upbringing, feminist issues, reproductive justice, disability rights, and autism acceptance. I will also be writing about femme feminism, doing makeup tutorials and beauty posts looking at the history of makeup and feminine styles of dress, with a decidedly queer lens. I’ll hopefully be blogging about new adventures in lesbian dating and better things in the misandrous years to come. See you there!