Ouroboros Spine woza vumani bo

sobeille was hungry to know everything about kukutux -- the stories that made her dislike men, the experience that made her revisit her disdain of them. all these experiences she wished she could consume as one does to flesh -- to take it within her body and make it her own forever.

for she understood in a primal way that you did not own something until you swallowed it.

it was bizarre to her to learn of the world outside of sapphique - why did men think they could own women? she thought the inner machination of their brain must be different in some profound way, for men were frequently feeble and disappointing. it was a shame, for at times she appreciated viewing them.

until they spoke, naturally.

this aiolos -- sobeille must meet him someday. weigh him against the scales of her male experience and see how he measured.

dat is but one man, moonmother. sobeille commented solemnly. in sapphique, de men, dey run like de tide. in and out. some stay but many go. de women be strong and sturdy like the sea. dey stay when de men do not.

she was silent a moment as she reflected on kukutux's words. do you t'ink aiolos and your sons were born with dis respect an' worship, or is it somet'ing internal dat cannot be taught?