Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark?
When our first daughter was born on the River Jordan, when our second cracked her pink head from my body like a promise, did we worry what our friends might be doing with their tongues?
What new crevices they found to lick love into or strange flesh to push pleasure from, when we called them Sodomites then, all we meant by it was neighbor.
When the angels told us to run from the city, I went with you, but even the angels knew that women always look back. Let me describe for you, Lot, what your city looked like burning since you never turned around to see it.
Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form of loving this indecent?
Cover your eyes tight, husband, until you see stars, convince yourself you are looking at Heaven.
Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
I would say these things to you now, Lot, but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue. So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan. I will stand here and I will watch you run.
Just saw this trailer. A movie with a great cast— Viggo Mortensen, Kiera Knightley, Michael Fassbender, etc.
But I don’t think I can rightly convey how unbelievably uncomfortable watching that trailer made me.
So there’s a deeply traumatized lady with mental issues— who’s what, aroused by being beaten? Not to snub those who enjoy BDSM; what bothers me is that this is clearly being used for the titillation of the male movie-goer. And then her “romance” with her psychologist. DEAR GOD the sheer immorality of that! The power imbalance!
Ugh. I was honestly queasy by the end of that friggin’ trailer.
So, first I was trapped on a rocky frozen beach surrounded by penguins…
Then I was on a road in the middle of nowhere, but nowhere had STOP signs in English and the cars drove on the left side of the road. Add that with the fact that the land is as flat as a plate and bone dry— totes Australia. Then I found a highway with a sign saying 257k to Perch. Perch is definitely Australia! also it has an international airport. Score!
Now I’ve materialized in the suburbs with a ‘neighborhood watch’ sign on a lamp post. This must be America. Holy shit that’s Saskatchewan Ave! Not only is this America— it’s my state! Nowhere else but Washington would you have a name like that for a road.
I love Aveline so much. Her crush on her guardsman? LOL.
She is hilariously awkward at courting him. First, an ugly copper carving, then a position that he doesn’t want, and then she’s like, “I can fix this! I need you to get three goats a sheaf of wheat and give them to his mother!”
So I made a fabulous omelet (3 eggs, salt, garlic powder, ham, oregano, and topped with mozzarella) and am cuddled up by the fire to watch TV. Watching the last 10 minutes of Gilmore Girls while waiting for Miss Congeniality— AND WHO DO I SEE? None other than Supernatural’s Sam Winchester! Or at least the actor Jared Padalecki. He’s so wee and young! But still a giant giraffe of a person.