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Ora nodded, "Of course they do. They would probably even be unaware that they were being abused, if it weren't for the outside parties to tell them so. We hold to that which we are raised by, and when we leave it...we seek it out, unless we take measures to prevent that. The social nature of humanity, is a fascinating topic." Ora shrugged her shoulders, the drugs making her entirely too loopy. "If I hadn't had a 'revised' childhood, I'd still be attracted to powerful, abusive megalomaniacs who are unable to connect with people on an emotional level. And I'd still probably try and kill them instead of properly expressing my feelings. But, thanks to a good home and family, instead I have a long-term loving relationship with a womanizing, sex-addicted, megalomaniac god with commitment issues." Ora paused, her drugged eyes blinking. "Dear god, that sounded a whole lot better in my head."

((Xeen would like to inform Lori that if she keeps talking like a b***h, he's going to have to slap her like one.))

((Wouldn't be the first time Xeen's been smacked either, I'm sure. W00t slapping all around.))

Ora blinked a few more times, the drugs hard on her brain. "No, no he's not my dad. People wouldn't mistake my storm-god for a woman. But men aren't all that worthless, you can use them for lots of things. I like my kitty." Ora yawned slightly. "My father has been known to have a sharp tongue, but he's not one to beat a person...well, unless it serves a decent purpose."

((No Xeen hate from Ora, but she's not going to lie and say he's not a villain, I mean really.))

Ora stared at her, a blank look on her face. "I don't think I know half of what you're talking about either. You're leaving me confused. What ideas and barriers?"

Ora looked at her a moment, then followed with a long sigh. " This will take a while. So you block everyone into a 'you' that holds these same idiosyncrasies, denying the fact that you do it to? Welcome to the fun discussion of social constructs, my dear. Our concept, of gender, is unfortunately limited by our language and surrounding culture. And I have to ask you, what would be this 'sign' a person would wear to show their gender? Wouldn't dressing or acting a certain way work in the same fashion? And does social presentation of one's gender not have anything at all to do with the gender as a whole, considering in order to argue that gender is something more than just physical, we would have to add into the discussion that the way a person presents their gender also applies to the definition of their gender as well? Wouldn't it? Perhaps a social gender aspect. I've heard say that gender is better described by a scale of varying degrees, and even that is limiting.

"But yes, my father has a prettiness about him which has been socially associated with the female gender, he eliminates facial hair and keeps his body rather slim and effeminate, he also wears his hair in what has been constructed as a more feminine fashion. By these signs he presents his own gender as he wishes to present it, fully knowing what aspects is associated with what gender construct. If a man were to wear a dress, I would likely assume him a woman, unless he states otherwise or gives some other sign to the contrary, because I assume that is the social gender the person has chosen. I assume it's what they would like the public to see them as. It's none of my damned business what lies behind the dress for the most part."

Ora took a moment to breath, "And to be fair, I wasn't the one who claimed men were useless. But you better damned well believe I view women just as much usable objects as men."

"I also never said my father wasn't abusive. I avoided saying that specifically. And even mentioned the sharp tongue in contradiction to your statement that he wasn't. You're the one making the assumption that abuse is purely physical, or at least assuming that I was assuming such. Which I can tell you for certain, I was not."

Ora shrugged, turning her attention on the Matron as she finally made her way into the tent.

"Honestly, child, you get yourself into the worst scrapes." Erica said, shaking her head as she looked over Ora. She set her book aside, and glanced at Lori, "How long has she been here?"