The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.

She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.

The seventeen-year old is Queen.

That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).

The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.

And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.

She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.

Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.

The premise is simple; everyone should be accepted with equal rights, no matter their religion, skin colour, sexuality, gender or gender identity. When Blake Reid, an activist, organises the “A Higher Plane” movement to spread acceptance for minorities, he moves boundaries that aren’t often moved, causing the media to twist the stories every which way. Especially, when a young, Muslim, university student is killed at one of the protests, all hell breaks loose in the media. Meanwhile, Theo Penev, a young Bulgaria/Chinese diver who has just suffered a major crack in his perfect career, struggles with his gender identity. With the media’s constant analysis of his life, he sees himself forced to choose between his career and his identity. Nehir, a young second-generation immigrant rebels against her mum’s lack of will to integrate into the community in which they have lived for years. At the heart of the European Union, Katrina, the black, female secretary to Benjamin Artmann, a conservative member of the European Parliament, is constantly pushed aside in favour of the white secretaries in the institution dominated by white men. But when worlds collide, and the things you would rather not share come into the light, you will face opposition and intolerance, and you will light a fire to demolish the opposition. Even if that opposition and intolerance comes from within yourself or the people you thought you could trust.

Alright more angst.

Moved by what I am seeing around me, I have decided to post a series of short stories. These will be like monologues of women disappointed by men. The stories will vary and though I have tried to make them as fictional as possible. There is a seven percent possibility that they were based on real events.

Uh uhmm.

Here we go....

1923. Nothing is as it seems, in this world of deception, in this world of tricks.

Sexism in school dress codes needs to end.  Young girls are being objectified and sexualized, and taught that the length of their shorts is more important than their education. Young boys are being taught to have no respect for girls or their bodies, and that it's okay to view girls as objects as not people. This is why rape culture exists. Let's keep schools from raising sexists.

-Blue

It's sad that we live in a day and age in which rape and sexual violence has become normalized and common. Let's put an end to rape culture once and for all. Equal rights should be for everyone, not just rich white straight cis men.

I'm open to any collaborations or edits/suggestions you might have.

-Blue