I get it, I get it. The gods make the rules, and we have to follow. Haven't I always been on their side? Haven't I always thought that?
But this....this is too much. You can put me in a backwater time that looks like it came out of one of the old man's fantasies. You can take away my voice in society and my ability to protest.
But my brother?
He actually told me to act more ladylike and to "listen to Father". Father! Of all people! And he's completely back in the closet again, even though I told him I know and that I love him any way and
fuck
I want him back. Give him back to me, you bitch. Or I'll find a way to make you.