++ gender fabulous fairy tale
The River’s Children By Shweta Narayan
There once was a prince whose dearest friend was a river. Now rivers are sometimes girls, quick as lightning; and they are boys sometimes, speeding like arrows. And they are gravid women sometimes, and sometimes they are men, full of poetry and slow as scripture. Most of the time you simply cannot tell, though storytellers will try.
And this prince was sometimes glad to be himself, but other times she was not; and at these times the clothes, the walk, even the freedom of a prince felt like a prison. She tried at first to spend these times in the womens’ quarters, but there she could only be a son, or a brother, or a prince to be flirted with. So she would visit the river, who understood.
One day the Prince came to the river in despair; for he was of age to marry, and that is not a duty that a prince may ignore. “And how could I marry anyone but you, my dearest friend?” he said.
For more of the story, visit Expanded Horizons, a queer web-zine.
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