V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.
Justice: Good evening, V.
V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...
Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.
V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."
V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.
Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!
V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!
V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.
V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.
Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.
*KABOOM!*
-"V for Vendetta"
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Date: 2009-12-09 03:43 pm (UTC)I think the holiday part of the Writers' Block prompt assumes that the people answering are middle class U.S.ians, for whom Family Time tends to be almost entirely at holidays. In the Israeli context where the bulk of Friday nights are Family Time "the holidays" has different connotations.
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Date: 2009-12-09 06:49 pm (UTC)But she buys the dogs SWEATERS. So I think her affections have found an outlet.
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Date: 2009-12-09 09:34 pm (UTC)I'm 37 and have been in a committed relationship with another man for 10 years. I made up my mind and my peace about not having kids years ago. My sister, who is 4 years younger, is just divorcing her husband, no kids for her either and I doubt for a while yet. I think she wants to have children, but on her terms, not just to suit others.
My parents have never ever mentioned grandkids. I think they'd like them, but it's a can of worms they don't want to open. A veritable pandora's box.
My life is full of children, but none of them are my own, I just borrow them from time to time and try to keep their eyes open to different ways to be, rather than the heteronormative.
And the writer's block is kinda western-christian, but sometimes it does prompt on stuff that makes you think.
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Date: 2009-12-10 03:16 am (UTC)I'm still on the fence about whether I even want children. I might actually say that to my relatives just to see what they say.
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