Sophia, the ghost from 1875 who haunts a lamp I got at Brimfield: what are you watching on your device?
Me: oh, just this couple that posts really sweet cosplay reels on Instagram. I don't even know half the characters they dress up as, but I'm hooked on their content
Sophia: cosplay is...fancy dress, isn't it?
Me: yep
Sophia: wait! She's wearing classical draperies and handing him a bow! I know that one!
Me: oh yeah, that's Penelope and Odysseus. I think a new movie version of the Odyssey just came out, so it's on everyone's minds
Sophia: couples still do fancy dress as the great lovers of literature? like they did at those masquerade balls that made the papers, when I was alive?
Me: apparently so!
Sophia: 🥹
Sophia: wait a moment, why are you sad?
Me: oh, just thinking how there aren't any lasting or celebrated stories about loves like mine. It wouldn't have been considered a good thing for a woman to show everlasting devotion to another woman exclusively, because you would be assumed to be single your whole life and everyone would constantly be trying to force you into marriage with a man
Sophia: constancy of love has always been a treasured virtue
Me: yes, but they didn't consider it love in that sense; they just considered it friendship
Sophia: it might be that sometimes they saw one and we took it for the other. Can you read those stories and pretend that the women in them feel as you feel?
Me: often, yes
Sophia: then perhaps they did, in spite of the authors' intentions
Sophia: ... also, my friend Estelle never married and frequently compared herself and her beloved Charlotte to Penelope and Odysseus regardless of gender
Me: were they separated for a very long time?
Sophia: she did this every time she had to go to the market and Charlotte stayed home
Me: oh God that's deeply lesbian
















