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The Stories Lie, I Never Loved A Bull

Pasiphaë tells all

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The gods and men alike love nothing better than to invent lies about us. Although they call us gossips, it is they who have mouths filled with forked tongues, telling tales for which we women pay in blood. The blood of our bodies, the blood of our children. We women always pay the debts, although we rarely incur them.




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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