
THE WEAVE:
“Evelyn, not Eve,”
Lilith mutters to herSelves.
Arachne has tapped the line, she takes
notes… “They were meant to
name me, Evelyn, after
my Mother's Mother, but they couldn't choose a consistent nick-name: Eevie, or Evy. My Father did not want to call me what he calls his Mother -in-Law, and my Mother did not like the Sound of Eevie. And nick-names fucking Matter, when you're Irish-American. So they named me Lilith, instead, after an AFAB Australian toddler, my Father met, and was smitten with, in the environment in which I was conceived. They tracked my Mother's cycle, in hopes to make me Woman. X-carrying sperm live longer. You fuck early on, and let the Y's die out. You have to wait, if you want to make a Woman. "Have a daughter, and you will never be lonely," was a line my Father Loved to say, when I was in puberty. He can sleep, without me. AnyWays, they named me Lilith, to call me Lili, and then Lilibean, and then just Bean, so, it doesn't fucking Matter."