"DO YOU KNOW WHAT FEMINISM IS, Antigone?" Marisol uses the English word for it, feminism, making it sound twice as strange on her tongue. "Are you a feminist?"
"Yes. Actually, no, I don't. Should I? What is it?"
"A political and moral ideology. The code by which I live my life: the radical notion that people of all genders should be treated equally. It's mainly a women's rights movement, but half-assed feminism is feminism that focuses only on women's rights. There's so many more layers that go into people not being equal. Race, sexuality, socio-economic standings, education levels, gender..."
"You're a feminist, then. Are you also...?" I trail off, gesturing with my hand.
Her face goes completely red. "Am I what?"
"Into women."
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A Shrine to an Unknown God
FantasyAntigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]
