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Okay, for one, we gotta have non-toxic examples of masculinity somewhere. Second, if we're characterizing the ladies as ethereal and goddesslike, then Frank as a balancer needs to be an example of humanity, which means we're using the more obscure meaning of the name.
Frank is human, but human in the way that he sets how far the others can sink. He's the lungs, the belly, the sheer facts. He digs the basement, he mortars foundations. Whenever Luna and Marea circle each other in an ever-escalating gyre of desire, pain, and emotion, Frank makes Cheeto nachos in the kitchen and sits there eating them loudly and conspicuously until someone spins in for a bite.
He reminds them that they have to renew their library cards; he reminds them that they should drink water, get some sleep. When everything gets so complicated, so otherworldly that it's hard to remember the base material essence of it all, Frank flatly, calmly remarks - do you love each other? Do you want to be here? Are you happy? Would you be happier with a Cheeto nacho?
The moon and the tides - they're complexity. Frank reduces it all to its most essential points. Frank adds Teddy Grahams to the grocery order just because someone likes them. Frank wants to sit on the couch with the best women in the world and watch a dinosaur documentary. That is all he is and that is all that's ever needed.
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