It was met with nostalgic aunts who missed seeing my knees in the shadow of skirts, who reminded me that my kind of attitude would never bring a husband home, that I exist for heterosexual marriage and child-bearing.
Encontrava tias nostálgicas, que queriam ver os meus joelhos com saias, que me lembravam que a minha atitude nunca me conseguiria um marido, que eu existo para o casamento heterossexual e a gravidez.