u/Excellent-Cod7572 is a man who acts like he runs this place and has some sort of authority on the subject of Gynarchy, but he's obviously just another self-entitled male blowhard who wants to center himself in conversations that should be lead by women.

I thought I would be able to avoid this type of man when entering women-focused spaces like this one, but apparently not. Why is he given free reign to act like this?

As soon as I'd heard they were making a Supergirl movie, I unfortunately knew what the reaction towards it would be.

And once again, I was proven right.

The (mostly male) right-wing grift community has once again eviscerated a Female-lead, pro-Female empowerment film. Because they're misogynists. Because they have an innate hatred of strong Women, and they know their audience does to.

There's no redemption for these people. Just like those who create maledom-themed artwork, these people are too far gone and too opposed to the tenants of Gynarchism to be saved (even though embracing those tenants are the one thing that could save them).

So what we need to do is hold sites like YouTube accountable for platforming these blatant misogynists, and even sites like Reddit if they refuse to moderate subs like r/boxoffice whose members are weirdly cheering on Supergirl's failure. This kind of content is doing real harm to Women. These videos do nothing radicalize young men into seeing Female empowerment as a bad thing, and they're diminishing the self-worth of young Women who are made to feel ashamed for enjoying these movies.

Now is the time for action.

If you are subscribed to YouTube Premium, cancel it.

Email Youtube telling them what they're doing is morally unacceptable:
https://www.youtube.com/t/contact_us

Report right-wing grift videos as hate speech (and let them know in their comments or DMs that Gynarchy is coming whether they like it or not.)

Don't Be Cocky

Let's start with the part no honest thought experiment can skip, because pretending otherwise is what makes most of these collapse.

Men are dangerous to women in a way that does not run the other direction. Not every man, not most men on most days, but enough, and unpredictably enough, that a woman moving through the world has to account for it the way you account for weather. A woman alone does not fear a strange man because she is irrational. She fears him because the asymmetry is real, and she has no reliable way, in the moment, to tell which man in front of her is the one. This is not a thing to invert or wish away. It is the actual problem, and the whole question is what a society does about it.

How our world answered

Our world's answer was to manage the women.

We taught the endangered party to manage the danger. Cover up, so you don't provoke. Don't walk alone, don't drink too much, don't send the wrong signal, watch your hemline, watch your tone, text me when you're home. We built an entire curriculum of female self-restriction, called it safety, and taught girls to run it on themselves so early and so completely that most stopped feeling it as a rule at all. And when the danger arrived anyway, we turned to the woman and asked what she had been wearing.

And it begins absurdly young. A girl is handed her first bra at eleven or twelve and, with it, a standing job she never applied for: to know that her body will be read, and to manage how. Before she is old enough to want anything, she is made answerable for how she is wanted. Because the lesson arrives in childhood, it never feels like a lesson. By the time she is old enough to question it, it has become her own nature, and a thing that has become your nature is almost impossible to see as something that was done to you.

What feminism got right

Feminism is the body of thought that looked at this arrangement and named it correctly. It pointed out the absurd shape of it: a problem in which one sex poses a risk to the other, answered by disciplining the sex that is at risk while leaving the sex that is the risk almost entirely alone. It pointed out that the apparatus never actually tracked the danger, that no dress code ever stopped an assault and no curfew on women ever did a thing about the men, and that a system sold as safety was really built to manage women. The danger was the alibi. Control was the product. Nothing that follows departs from that insight. It only tries to follow it all the way down.

The slogan, and why it has no teeth

Out of that insight came a slogan, and you have heard it: don't teach your girls how to dress, teach your boys not to rape.

Its instinct is exactly right, and it is the natural endpoint of everything feminism saw. Stop conditioning the victim. Put the burden on the side that causes the harm. That half is unanswerable.

But look at the verb. Teach. A lesson is the transfer of information to someone who lacks it, and that is not the problem here. Rape is not an education gap. The men who commit it are no more ignorant that it is wrong than murderers are ignorant that murder is wrong, and a seminar on the sanctity of consent would empty the prisons about as well as a seminar on the sanctity of life empties them now. The lesson reaches everyone except the one it is for.

Its defenders will say the slogan was never meant so literally, that it is shorthand for the whole project of consent culture and male accountability, of dismantling the entitlement the harm grows out of. Grant all of it. Even at its most generous, the project can still only ask. It names the right target and then waves its hand at the method, because the honest method has no name a gentle world wants to say out loud. Our world can ask men to be better. It cannot make them carry anything. A wish without a lever.

And that is the wall our world keeps hitting. Even at its most clear-eyed, even having seen precisely what feminism saw, it can only ask, because the burden it would move belongs to the sex that holds the power, and no one hands themselves a burden. So the awareness stays where it has always sat. The woman carries it. She is the one who has held, since girlhood, the permanent low hum of vigilance: that she might be a target, and must shape her clothes, her drinks, her route home, the whole texture of her day around that fact. The slogan dreams of lifting that hum off her and setting it on him. It has no way to do it.

A world that could mean it

So imagine one that does. Imagine the power ran the other way.

Imagine a gynarchy: a female-centric world, built and governed by women, with descent through the mother, households anchored by women, and a man's standing and prospects flowing through women's judgment of him. Same real problem on the table, men dangerous to women, except now the sex that would carry the burden is the sex without the power to refuse it. For the first time the slogan has a lever. This world can actually do the thing ours could only wish.

And what doing it looks like is not the gentle classroom the slogan imagines.

Taking teach your boys not to rape seriously was never going to produce a lesson, because a lesson never reaches the man it is for. What it produces instead is the transfer of the awareness itself. The vigilance our world drills into women, the gynarchy turns onto men: the standing knowledge that he is the danger, that his body is the thing a room has to account for, and that the work of managing it is his and no one else's. The hum moves off her and onto him. He becomes the one who is conscious, in every room he enters, of what he might be.

What it looks like

In practice it looks like the campaign you have already seen.

Every morning, before he leaves the house, a man locks himself into a chastity device, the way a woman of our world reaches for a bra without thinking. It is a plain daily decency, worn under the clothes, set aside in private, unremarkable. He keeps his wanting to himself until it is welcome. He minds how he takes up a room, how close he stands, how his interest might land before he has said a word. And like the women of our world, he does not feel any of it as a rule pressed on him from outside. It is simply who he is.

And like a girl, he does not arrive at it grown. The awareness comes in childhood, at the same age our world hands a girl her bra. The device itself is the adult form, taken up when he is grown; what a boy is given young is the rest of it, the part that was never about a device at all. He is dressed with restraint and taught a watchful way of carrying himself. He is told, in a hundred small ways, that his body is now a thing other people must account for and that minding it is his work to do. He learns, at twelve, to take up less room. By the time the lock is his to wear as a man, the vigilance it stands for has been his for years, and it feels, exactly as it feels to a girl, like nothing more than who he is.

This is what "teaching your boys" becomes once a society has the power to mean it. Not instruction. Installation. The man carries the awareness women used to carry, and the lock is only its visible badge, the outward sign of a vigilance moved at last onto the body that is the source of the risk.

The virtue has a name: he is proper. It is the same word our world spent on a modest woman, now spent on a contained man, and it means what it always meant. He is considerate, trustworthy, not full of himself, safe to have in the room.

And the failure has a name too.

Cocky

The man who has not done the work is cocky.

Not dangerous, exactly, and that is both the elegant part and the honest one. Recall the asymmetry we refused to fake: a woman does not menace a man in a parking lot the way the reverse is true, so the threat a gynarchy holds over a cocky man was never going to be her fist. It is the same threat our world held over the immodest woman. It is ruin. The cocky man walks in too pleased with himself, lets his interest show, behaves as though his wanting is an event the rest of the room should attend to. What meets him is not fear but the flat, cooling verdict: who does he think he is. He is the one talked about, lowered, kept at the edge, quietly judged unmarriageable. No one has to touch him. In a world where women hold the standing, contempt is the lever, and contempt is enough.

So a man polices himself. He reads every room for how he is landing. He dreads being caught cocky the way a girl of our world dreads being called a slut, or being told she was asking for it, because it is the same dread and the same machine pointed the other way: your own desire can be used against you, so manage it before anyone else has to. No one walks behind him at night. He simply knows that his standing, his prospects, and his welcome anywhere all run through whether he kept himself proper. And so he does.

The same currency

Notice what the gynarchy reached for, because it is the sharpest thing here.

It did not invent a new way to make men comply. It reached for the exact mechanism that held women down for all of history: reputation, shame, marriageability, the cold judgment of the room. It simply pointed that mechanism at the other sex. And it worked the same way, because it was never about which sex it was aimed at. It was about who had the power to aim it.

Which tells us something uncomfortable, looking back at our own world. If social ruin alone is enough to make an entire sex govern its own body, then social ruin was always enough on its own, and the physical danger our world cited as its reason was far more alibi than engine. The lever was there the whole time. We simply never pointed it at the men, because the men were the ones holding it.

On the part that feels ridiculous

You may feel, reading this, that it is a great deal of apparatus for the danger any given man actually poses. That most men, most days, threaten no one, and asking all of them to carry all of this, the lock and the vigilance and the lifelong self-watching, is absurd and unfair and faintly comic.

Hold onto that feeling, because it is the whole point. It is the exact objection no one in our world has ever once raised about the version aimed at women, who also, most of them, most days, endanger no one, and who carry the entire apparatus anyway. They are handed the first of it at eleven or twelve. The early age horrifies no one, because the child is a girl and the garment is only a bra. The experiment did not invent the disproportion, and it did not invent the cruelty of starting young. It only moved both onto the other body, where you can finally see them.

The gynarchy, of course, feels none of this. It waves the objection off the way our world always has. It is not excessive, it would say. It is common decency. It is simply what a considerate man does. No one likes cocky.

In short

Same problem, start to finish: one sex dangerous to the other, and a society deciding what to do about it.

Feminism saw the trap clearly and said the true thing: stop teaching the girl, move the burden to the boy. Our world could only ever say it, because the boys held the power and no one disarms himself. A gynarchy can do it, and doing it turns out to mean something heavier than any slogan: not a lesson taught to a boy, but the whole weight of vigilance lifted off the woman and set onto the man, carried daily, worn as a lock, enforced by the same social ruin that once kept her in line. Which is the quiet thing the flip exposes. The only variable that ever decided who had to contain themselves was who held the power. Hand the power to women and the lock goes on the men. It was always going to go on whoever didn't hold it.

A considerate man keeps it to himself.

DISCLAIMER: Please only share the pamphlet with adults who are willing to learn more about Gynarchism and have verbally consented to receiving a pamphlet.

Here is an updated edition to the Gynarchy Pamphlet. After many talks with people within and outside this sub, we felt there was a need to make some edits to the pamphlet, most often for clarity's sake. The pamphlet's message is the same, in fact I think the message is even stronger now. But here is a complete list of edits made:

On page 2, the part about ending male suffrage has been removed. This was done after listening to the constructive criticism of Madame u/kooshila1, and upon reflection the blurb did come across as rather hostile. There is a discussion to be had about male participation in Gynarchic affairs in regards to politics, but to simply state that the 28th Amendment will be the removal of men's voting rights in a couple sentences was a bit harsh, so the language in the blurb was softened.

The biggest change is page 3, and it was the deciding factor as to why it was decided to release an updated version the pamphlet. Page 3 has been completely redone after multiple people reached out to me and implied that Viola Voltairine and Josh Harvey would not approve of the pamphlet's messaging, including someone who claims to be an acquaintance of Viola. Neither Her nor Josh have reached out to me personally, but after receiving so many complaints we decided it was best just to remove all mention of Them/them from the pamphlet. Instead Gleb Botkin, an old school Gynarchist from the 60's (and one I personally find a lot in common with) is now featured. Below his section is a new paragraph on how our androcentric culture can reclaim it's Feminine perspective, something I felt was missing from the the original pamphlet and in part takes cues from many of Madame Koshila's writings on this sub.

The "Being in the presence of Gynarchic Women" has been reformatted & slightly reworded for clarity's sake. The original page somewhat meandering and again received criticism that the language was too harsh. Specifically the part about Gynarchic Women having the right to own men as property. A lot of critics likened this to the US African slave trade, which completely misses the mark about slavery in a Gynarchic society. The US slave trade was a horrible violation of human on a massive scale and was the unfortunate byproduct of a capitalistic society. Slavery in a Gynarchic society will not be economic, but more in line with spiritual submission. A covenant a Woman and man (or men) enter together built on mutual trust. The part about men "kneeling before Women" has also been removed (the illustration already depicts the men kneeling so the text was just sort of redundant).

A sentence on page 7 was changed for clarity's sake:

Original line:
"[...]they have spent millennia wrongly conditioning large swaths of civilization that men should lead and Women should submit."

Updated line:
"[...]they have spent millennia wrongly conditioning large swaths of civilization to think that men should lead and Women should submit."

Sounds better.

Hopefully these changes are well-received by the community (and maybe even turn few of the critics into advocates).

I want to personally apologize to Viola and Josh, if They/they are reading this, I apologize if either were offended by any of the messaging in this or the original pamphlet. Your inclusion was simply meant to give props to the two biggest content creators in this community and was done with the best intentions.

Regarding page layout (should you want to print your own pamphlets):

The front and back cover are on the same page and on the other side should be pages 1 and 6.

Pages 2 and 5 are the same page and on the other side should be pages 3 and 4.

This way they can be assembled into the finished pamphlet.

If you have a printer you are strongly encouraged to make your own copies of the pamphlet and pass them out to consenting adults where appropriate (please don't litter).

Our civilization needs Gynarchism now more than ever, and you can help bring about this much-needed change of the status quo by sharing this ideology with others. Thank you in advance! Please take care and treat everyone with kindness!

-Jomha

"After a biological war wipes out most of the male population, women step up to rebuild society into a highly advanced, peaceful matriarchy."

Have anyone watched this russian series/movie and can share their review if its worth watching and where to find it? Saw some clips on YouTube and seems to be very closer to ideas of actually gynarchy.

Let's imagine a world where one simple choice was made.

In early adulthood, a man has a **vasectomy**: a minor, safe, routine procedure that seals the duct carrying sperm into the ejaculate. He sees to it himself, as an ordinary part of becoming a responsible adult.

It is worth being precise, because the point is often misunderstood. A vasectomy does not make a man infertile, and no sample need be banked in advance. His testes keep producing sperm exactly as before, and his body and health are unchanged. Only one thing changes: his sperm no longer enters his ejaculate. His sex becomes safe, incapable of causing conception, while his fertility stays intact, the sperm still produced and retrievable by extraction whenever it is wanted. He gives up nothing real. He closes off only the accident.

## What the choice frees

For all of history, fertility ran in the background of every man's body, switched permanently on, able at any moment to make a child no one had chosen. The supervision of women, the policing of their bodies, the suspicion and confinement: all of it was scaffolding raised to manage that default and the unchosen children it produced.

The vasectomy switches the default off while taking nothing away. Conception now happens only on purpose, when a woman has decided she wants a child. And once that is true, the scaffolding has nothing left to hold up. You do not need to govern a body to prevent an accident that can no longer occur. So this is the rational choice, the responsible one, and the moral one: it asks a man to give up only his capacity to father a child unchosen, and in exchange it frees women from control, frees men from a lifetime of guarded fertility, and ensures every child was wanted before they existed.

## Her choice

A freedom follows directly, and it is a central one. When no one can conceive by accident, the woman who decides to carry a child also decides whose sperm conceives it. The choice of **genitor**, the biological father, is entirely hers.

That choice carries no strings. The genitor she selects takes on no obligation to the child and gains no claim over them; his part is biological and ends there. She may choose her own husband as the genitor if she wishes, but this is neither required nor expected, and his being her spouse gives his sperm no special standing. She might choose him, another man, or the registry, by whatever measure matters to her. The decision rests with the one whose body will carry and bear the child, as it should.

## The certain parent, and the uncertain one

This brings an old asymmetry into view, one always true but long buried under the machinery of control.

The mother has always been the certain parent. Roman law fixed it in a phrase, *mater semper certa est*, the mother is always certain: she carries and bears the child and is beyond doubt their parent. She is the fixed point.

"Father" was never so simple, and this is the heart of the matter. The word quietly bundled three different roles into one man: the man whose biology made the child, the man who raises the child, and the man who is the child's kin and elder. Most of the world fused them and called the fusion natural. But they are not one thing. The old order held them together by force, by controlling women tightly enough that a single man could claim all three at once. Remove the control and they come apart, because they were only ever bound together artificially. The mother is certain and whole; fatherhood is plural.

## Societies that already solved this

We are not the first to notice this, and we need not invent the answer. Humans have built this kind of family before, on every inhabited continent, and left us the words and frameworks to do it well.

The relevant traditions are **matrilineal** societies, where descent passes through the mother, so a child belongs to the mother's family line; and **matrilocal** ones, where a couple makes their home with the wife's family, so the household stays anchored across generations by women while husbands arrive from elsewhere. The Minangkabau of Indonesia, millions strong, are the largest living example, and such societies recur throughout history and around the world. They are old, durable, and well documented, not fringe experiments. Because these cultures let fatherhood stay plural, they worked out a practical vocabulary and set of solutions for it, and those map almost exactly onto the world the vasectomy makes possible. That is what we aim to build: a modern matrilocal family, using tools already refined over long human practice.

## The words

The first tool is language, the precise terms the fused word "father" never allowed.

The **genitor** is the man whose sperm conceived a child. The **pater** is the man who fathers the child socially, who raises and provides for them and stands as their father day to day. These two were often not the same man.

The third term is the keystone, and the one most people have never met. In many matrilineal societies the central man in a child's life is not the pater but the mother's brother, and that relationship is called the **avunculate**. The logic is simple. Once descent runs through the mother and the genitor carries no weight, a man's surest kin are his sister's children, who share his line through the mother, who is certain. So he is the one who guides them, gives them standing, and carries the family line down to them. Matrilocal societies did not have to invent this; it is simply where the lines fall.

## The three roles in practice

A man can stand in three relationships to children, and they rarely overlap.

To his sister's children he is kin and elder, the avunculate. He guides the child and stays their steady elder for life. He has these children whether or not he ever marries, and no marriage can take them away. No man here is ever without family that is plainly his own.

To his wife's children he is the pater. He raises the child, delights in them, shows up day after day. He holds no claim by blood and needs none, and whether his own sperm was used is not something he builds his love around. He loves the child because the child is his to raise.

To the children of women who chose his sperm he is genitor only: the biological father and nothing more, with no role, no claim, often no acquaintance.

So a man's line runs through children he does not raise, while the children he raises are his by love rather than blood. Lived rather than diagrammed, this is ordinary and warm. The children you guide as an elder and the children you tuck in at night are simply different children, loved in different and complete ways.

## The walking marriage

How does a man belong to two households, his sister's and his wife's? The matrilocal answer is the **walking marriage**, practiced most famously by the Mosuo of Yunnan. A man's permanent home stays his birth family, among the children of his line. Marriage does not mean a wife joining his house or him taking hers; he goes to the household he shares with her and stays as long as he is wanted there. His place among his own kin can never be revoked, while his marriage lasts as long as it remains a joy to both. Because his standing among his family is secure, he can give himself fully to a marriage without fear of being left with nothing.

## What is not asked

A woman need not say whose sperm she used. It is poor manners to ask and genuinely wrong to pressure her. Because the genitor is unknown to him, a man loves every child of his household equally, never weighing one as more his than another. Should a woman choose to tell her husband that a child was conceived with his sperm, that telling is a gift she gives, a quiet "I chose you," never something he was owed.

## What men gain

A man here always has a place, and that is the quiet gift of it. His standing among his kin is permanent and cannot be revoked, so whatever happens in love or marriage, he is never left with nothing. He is spared, too, the old burden of being held solely answerable for a household; here he is asked only to be present and loving within one. What he has, he has because it was chosen.

## In short

It begins with one responsible decision. A man has a vasectomy: his sex becomes safe while he stays fully fertile, so a child comes only when wanted, and every child is wanted before they exist. The woman who carries the child chooses the genitor, who takes on no obligation and may or may not be her husband.

From there an old truth comes clear. The mother is the one certain parent, while "father" was three roles forced into one. Let them separate and they fall into shapes matrilineal peoples mapped long ago: the genitor who gives only biology, the pater who fathers by presence, and the mother's brother bound to her children in the avunculate. A man's home stays his birth family, his marriage is held by welcome and choice, and what a woman used to conceive is hers alone to share or keep. None of these tools is new. They are the proven solutions of societies that let fatherhood be plural, and they are what a modern family needs once one considerate choice has set everyone free.

I thought of a way that might be viable to help spread the Gynarchic message that the community might want to consider: a billboard. The idea actually came to me when I saw a billboard alongside the road. Most of the time it seems billboards are use for advertising, but I've seen quite a few political ones as well.

The cost of a billboard varies wildly depending on the location: in rural areas it is a lot cheaper: a few hundred dollars per month compared to several thousands in metropolitan areas. But considering how many Gynarchists there are in the US, I think this community can part with the funds, especially if you consider what we stand to gain.

I originally was going to include the definition of Gynarchism on the billboard but I figured that would be too much to read for passing vehicles, so I kept the message simple: The era of Gynarchy is coming! Join the cause! This way people who see the billboard can do their own research, because they'll probably be curious as to what the word Gynarchy means.

What are your thoughts on this?