Lately, I’ve been thinking more about misogyny among gay men. I used to believe being gay automatically made me a better ally to women. It doesn’t. We grow up in the same patriarchal system, absorb the same ideas, and often reproduce them. Just in different ways. In many gay spaces, women barely play a role. That absence can turn into indifference, sometimes even contempt: the casual body-shaming, the jokes, the dismissal of women’s experiences. None of this feels extreme in the moment. But that’s exactly the problem: it‘s normal. Unlike straight men, we don’t depend on women romantically. That can make it easier not to think about them at all. But in a world where women still rely on male solidarity, that indifference becomes a form of complicity. Misogyny doesn’t always look like hate. Often, it looks like silence, laughter, or disinterest. And if we’re honest, we’re part of that. Recognizing it isn’t about guilt. It’s the minimum requirement for change which is desperately needed.