Have you seen Wonder Woman yet? If not, don’t worry, this post doesn’t contain spoilers. However, potential viewers should know they’ll be sitting through, yet another, two-and-a-half-hour-long superhero flick with no surprises.
In fact, the choice to purchase an extra-large beverage might provide the only suspenseful moment of the evening. If I make a dash for the bathroom a the ninety-minute mark, will I miss anything? No, probably not.
That said – the fact this movie allows “everyone” to soak up a boilerplate narrative and the usual CGI battles makes this movie a success. Yes, I think that’s right: the sad truth is what makes Wonder Woman’s truly remarkable is mediocrity.
The cartoon below is a re-blog from an artist on Tumblr. Most of her other pieces aren’t my cuppa, but this one got my attention straight away. After a few moments to taking in, I shrugged and moved on. But I found myself thinking about the image occasionally afterwards and wanted to find it again. Fast forward a few days, and I was actively hunting the cartoon down. Why? Because it’s sexy, compelling, and gets to the heart of how I feel as a submissive despite one undeniably uncomfortable element: the submissive is depicted eyeballing a knobby strap-on that’s nearly half as wide as the boy’s entire body.
I’ve been working around this Indian guy and his speech patterns and accent have worked their way into my cerebral cortex. All evening long, my inner voice has sing-song bounced along neural pathways, replete with preposition-jammed-into-verb clauses that make my head hurt.
Nice guy – but fuck if this isn’t an annoying ear worm.
What makes it worse is this: early in life, I moved so often that I ‘accommodate’ quicker than your average bear. I used to call myself a chameleon because of this tendency. However, over the years, different slang terms and dialects stowed away below decks to emerge at inappropriate times.
As a result, I stick out even more.
Lucky lucky Jermaine…I might change my name…lol.
Lol!
Actually, I’ll do you one better. I just now thought this up, so it’s a bit rough, but I hope you’ll still like it.
There once was a little sub, John
Who wanted to be beaten on
I’d punch and I’d hit
Cover his face in spit
From sunset til long after dawn
Limericks….hmmm
There was a thing upon the ground
That most people walked around
But Jen slapped its face
So that it learned its place
And took its beatings without a sound.
Well, these are a strange genre of poems….and I do not usually like them. But, I have to say that I like the one you wrote….because you took the trouble to write it….and it has my actual name in it…..And yes, I do believe you would do that….most kind, most kind! I send kisses to your feet….
And I do not have to change my name either…..now the lucky one is me….