She stands in front of me drunken and with eyes swollen from tears. She walks and talks unabashed about her bisexuality often, but even she feels the hurt. When those people who she thought could be trusted… When those people who she thought were her friends… When those people who talk of “gay” as if it is something to be ashamed of. She’s hiding in my bathroom and she sobs over and over saying how stupid she is that she is so upset. Her boyfriend calls me in because he doesn’t know what to do. Neither do I. I want to slit the throat of patriarchy that makes her feel this way. I begin to cry and she starts to apologize for making me cry. I say, “No. I’m mad that you have to feel this way. I’m so tired of this bullsh*t. All I can think to do is hug her. Then I tell her to look in the mirror and say “I have a good reason to be upset. I’m not dumb for crying. I should not be ashamed to be who I am. I love who I am.” Justice… that’s when she will no longer need to look into the mirror and convince herself of those things… Justice.