Le Cirque Dystopique

Dear Idaho State Legislature,

I want my child to see a circus. A circus!

We have obeyed thy sacred legislations, O Body of Men, Wise & Straight, Holy & Untethered.

We have refrained from the sins of drag shows and transgenderism, the errant ways of our forefathers.

We have rejected the error of our foremothers, our menstruations, our periods, as nothing more than wokeness. Not a tampon to be found in this great land!

I have done my sacred duty of giving birth to my daughter, no matter the cost, and now my daughter and I demand a day, just one day, of joyful entertainment.

So, it's over the river and through the woods, to Le Cirque Dystopique we go!

It's performed under a grand dome upon columns gilded with gold. It's said to be a magnificent display of masculinity and certainty, of solipsism and mania.

Yet to our dismay, disillusionment, and abject horror, we both found ourselves offended, a capital crime in Idaho.

We were offended by your ugliness.

The Good Lord taught us to see beyond outward appearances. And even as clowns, you still looked hideous, cretinous, like aliens dressed sloppily as humans.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers very soon, dear legislators. Hell hath no fury like a religious woman offended.

Sincerely, Juno

Goddess of Childbirth, The State, & Queen of the Gods