As the party continues and Goddesses have imbibed more alcohol, the distinction between "pig" and "free male" largely vanishes, and all males at the party are targets for humiliation and abuse
After a long and arduous journey, I've been secretly smuggled into Riverbed. The Queen took great delight in letting out her stresses on me, but found I was making too much noise. Even gagged with her dirty sock, I couldn't keep myself quiet.
Having enjoyed the privilege of begging for scraps at the table throughout Being Kind To Pigs Month, as of today I'm back to the indignity of the usual way of doing things.
