Where is my damned hut?
Jun. 30th, 2003 01:31 pmI want my menstrual hut. It's mine by right of the Ancient Mother and I shall not be denied! In the ancient days, women met their Dark Moon time in solitude and at peace, far away from the hubbub of the tribe. Now, we're forced to work in cubes and contend with idiots. Is it any wonder murder has occurred?
Damn damn damn! I don't need to be here at work today. I need to have Llew pet me into a coma and be allowed to sleep the rest of the day away. I need to not hear my phone ring one more damned time. I need for my Feudal Mistress to stop coming up to my cube attempting humour, and bad humour at that! This ain't the Improv, you evil hag, it's a Corporate Slave Pit! Go! Go now, while you still have all your limbs.
Just let me go to a dark secluded hut and sit and bleed in peace, OK? Offerings of Godiva chocolates will gratefully be accepted. Just set them quietly on a platter about 10 feet away from the door. I will come out and collect them in my own time. If you're offering sex to quell the cramps, please call ahead for an appointment. If you arrive unannounced, I may just kill you for having been startled out of my menstrual trance.
I have this vision of a small secluded menstrual hut surrounded by the bones of countless victims who've not followed my precise direction...and I am reclining peacefully in the middle of all the carnage, nibbling on chocolate, reading a sci-fi novel, and communing with my inner and outer Goddesses, all in Dark Phase. It's a nice little fantasy as I work away, without lunch, hungry, pissed, horny, surly, and achy. If only it were true...
If only.
Damn damn damn! I don't need to be here at work today. I need to have Llew pet me into a coma and be allowed to sleep the rest of the day away. I need to not hear my phone ring one more damned time. I need for my Feudal Mistress to stop coming up to my cube attempting humour, and bad humour at that! This ain't the Improv, you evil hag, it's a Corporate Slave Pit! Go! Go now, while you still have all your limbs.
Just let me go to a dark secluded hut and sit and bleed in peace, OK? Offerings of Godiva chocolates will gratefully be accepted. Just set them quietly on a platter about 10 feet away from the door. I will come out and collect them in my own time. If you're offering sex to quell the cramps, please call ahead for an appointment. If you arrive unannounced, I may just kill you for having been startled out of my menstrual trance.
I have this vision of a small secluded menstrual hut surrounded by the bones of countless victims who've not followed my precise direction...and I am reclining peacefully in the middle of all the carnage, nibbling on chocolate, reading a sci-fi novel, and communing with my inner and outer Goddesses, all in Dark Phase. It's a nice little fantasy as I work away, without lunch, hungry, pissed, horny, surly, and achy. If only it were true...
If only.
