04/03/2025
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧:
𝘞𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥
We are past the days of polite requests. We are past the days of soft invitations to “reflect” on your privilege while the world burns. We are begging you—demanding you—to acknowledge the power you hold and use it for something other than silence.
𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
Not just the overt abusers.
Not just the loud bigots.
𝗬𝗼𝘂—the one who stays complacent as you watch basic human rights be stripped from the people around you. And pretend like this is some far past thing. Or that you don’t see it.
𝗬𝗼𝘂—the one who turns your head when the women around you, the people of color, the vulnerable, are gasping for air under systems built to serve you at their expense. Or worse, put out marketing so you profit off your continued lies.
And when we cry out? When we say, this is unjust, this is violent, this is oppression—you have the audacity to deflect. You tell us it’s “other men.” You imply we are overreacting. You twist the narrative to suggest that we are the ones consumed by victimhood, as if your comfort matters more than our survival.
But let’s be clear. What you’re doing is numbing yourself. You’re turning a blind eye—not to protect us, not even to protect yourself—but because feeling the truth would shatter the illusion that your neutrality makes you innocent.
𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩.
This is affecting you. The erosion of rights, the slow decay of humanity, the emboldening of hate—it touches your mother, your daughters, your nieces, your friends. The women around you. The people of color around you. The future generations that will remember your name.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚.
Right now, you are actively crafting your legacy. Not by silencing those who dare to speak against you, but by deciding what kind of man you will be.
Be the kind of man that artists will write about. That painters will immortalize on canvas. That future generations will carve into marble—not as a warning, but as a tribute to courage.
And since I know how this works, since I know how the male gaze moves through this world, I’ve added a photo of me sc****ly clad against a backdrop of clouds—because that will draw more of your eyes here. Because it takes the erotic to get you to pay attention.
But I beg you—do not just feed off of the feminine that you find erotic, that pleases you. Do not mistake her power for her ability to turn you on or submit to you. The true power of the feminine is what is unleashed when she is safe to do so—when she is free to rise, to create, to move without fear. And that safety? That safety is what you must provide, not as an act of control, but as an act of devotion.
And yet, we live in a world where it is easier for a man to push block on a woman he claims to love rather than respect and trust that the words she is reflecting to him could be in his highest good to hear. Instead of receiving her truth, he will villainize and silence her—not because she is wrong, but because his own unmet inner feminine is too afraid to face an emotion she is not yet ready to embody.
The rage, the grief, the vulnerability—he cannot hold it, so he casts her out.
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁?
What if, instead of running, you stood in the fire?
What if you met the mirror she holds up with curiosity instead of fear? 
What if you stopped numbing yourself long enough to feel?
𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
Because when history asks, Where were the good men?—you don’t want to be the one who only spoke when it was already too late.
