Rebellion isn't death-defying. No, it is the scythe itself: the keen edge of derision sharpened by subversion, tested by disadvantage.
Down with the patriarch but if you can't beat him join him betray him enslave him... Never ask: is he the problem?
Each patriarchy is a tower of tradition; each brick: another tower; each cell: another tower, imprisoning dignities and dignitaries of fairer facade or form?
Fair would mean equal but no man is made equal, so why debase to elevate why elevate to debase?
Down with the patriarch! His ways have blinded us. He asks too much. Let us remake him, that relic of bygone era.
Is power not what it is... to be human? No, it is not. Love is that identity. It is the total pleasure it is the pain elixir it is hidden beyond greed. Greed for control.
Freedom is not control Freedom is comfort for one, truthfully, is only ever not free when one is in pain.
So yes, destroy the patriarch, but don't destroy the man.
Masculinity is strange to behold. As fascinating as it is disgusting. As destructive as it is mending. As balanced as it is chaotic. As human as it is demonic. But, always, it will defy itself to become something greater or nothing at all...