An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
It is one thing to debate about feminizing the name or titles of God, but it is quite another to adopt what I saw as paganism into your worship and beliefs. Yeah, I'm a judgemental prig, but it just felt spooky wrong.
One word comes to mind: balance (as in, the utter lack thereof). Feminism gone wild.