I’m not a lady, I don’t love gentlemen.

Fandom: originální (s nádechem femslashovitým, jak jinak)
At five, the gentlemen have tea and cigars, debating over steaming cups and wisps of smoke trailing through the sitting room – world politics, local affairs, and disdainful frowns at the neighbor who clearly wasn’t man enough.
At five, the ladies enjoy tea and cake, delicate cups and silver spoons clicking gently, a musical backdrop to the scandalized discussion about the escapee neighbor’s disgraceful behavior – unnatural affairs are unwelcome in the world of pristine porcelain and cookie-cutter marriages.
At midnight, ex-husband hits ex-wife, breaks her like fragile china because he is man enough and because what isn’t homogenous is a sin.