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: 2010-01-18 12:52 am (UTC)And also, that he knows it's hard to explain to his family because it's different from whatever they know.
But I can fully understand the person who made this secret, too.
I try to keep away from the renewed brihaha over RTD and CoE and homophobia (as well as the bruhaha over whether women can write m/m, which ignores the existence of queer women and queer people with female body so openly my teeth hurt). I've read several posts on both sides, and they all left me sad and nauseous.
CoE can be seen as the triumph of queer visibility. CoE can be seen as a repetition of usual gay tropes. Bith views aren't inherent - they are in an eye of the beholder.
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Date: 2010-01-18 01:45 am (UTC)And what can I say, people are asses sometimes, even the best of them. Need stuff to be conclusive and absolute or they get confused. Bah. Life is not conclusive and absolute. Funny that queers should be the worst ones about it, but I guess, well, being part of a minority somehow makes some people need more conclusive stuff to feel safe in their identity and struggle. Because it's easier to struggle for something that has absolute boundries than for something which is amorphous.
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Date: 2010-01-18 12:38 pm (UTC)And yeah, there are so many thing in life that people want to categorize and label, but reality is never so neat as all those little boxes. Spirituality, sexuality, identity...
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Date: 2010-01-18 07:04 pm (UTC)I stopped trying to figure out who I am. I dont have a life anyways for either sex.
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