The room is dead silent, all but the thump of my leg bouncing up and down under the table. “Ms.#### do you have anything else to say?” The voice booms in my ears, the anger boiling inside me, “your honor,” I start “I confess.” The room gasps and is flooded with the sickly voice of gossip. “Then I see this trial as clo-“ I open my mouth and the words begin to flow, “I confess to doing nothing wrong. I confess that yes, I did lay with another woman, and yes I’ve done it before! I confess that the only crime I’ve committed is one of cowardice, of shame for something that is only natural to a woman like me!” I rise from my seat, hands slammed on the table, “I confess that as I stand here today in front of you the god of all things unjust, that I am a woman who has and will always love women! I confess that I am guilty of an act of love, and nothing more!” The room goes silent once more, until the booming voice of the judge rings out, “Ms.#### you have been found guilty of homosexuality, you are being given the chance to serve life in prison if and only if you confess who else you know is guilty of this sin, if not you will be sentenced to death.”