Consent #sb4mh

Consent

Stomach churning

Tightening against acid burns

Bile rises more often now

Crippling pain that wakes me from sleep

Hot sweats

cold shivers

Nausea

Vomiting

How delightful

Complicated from Physical damage

Lies balancing on top of more lies

An upturned pyramid

Angled steps heading nowhere

An Escher print of a complicated architectural testament of how expertly the crafted life was portrayed

Ask for proof, the internal voice said,

So I questioned in subtle ways to open free flowing exchange

An expert liar knows how to craft

believable plot lines

How to blend fact with predominantly fiction,

Lies that flowed thick and fast,

Knows how to answer similar questions as it’s been well rehearsed over those last few years

The sympathy stories of a sad life

of sudden pain, shock and torment –

All played out to distract from the truth.

My gut,

wrenching,

ever tighter.

Those early days

When you knew your own mind

Knew it felt wrong

Asked for Information

Told you that you were being silly

You’re not mature enough to handle those games

Made to feel

a fool

for asking.

You were a strong capable young woman

Look at yourself!

Look what he did

Made you lose faith in yourself

Mistrust your own thoughts

Dragged to your knees by stealthy words

Those gut churning feelings

Questioning everything that felt wrong

Not knowing any better

The one you trusted

The only one

A bundle of non connected emotions and empathy

You heard his words, even though he knew they weren’t real

Yet

YOU

You believed those words smoothly dripping from his forked tongue.

The daily rituals, routines and requests

Photographic evidence demanded

Giving away everything for nothing?

You bloody fool!

The first and last text of the day

Rarely a timely response

A started conversation

Abruptly stops without warning

Remains unanswered

Ignored for hours

As off he trots to service the others

To slither over the other timeline whores

Trawling Your friends list

Fresh targets to take down

When Your plans were cancelled last minute

And lo, behold the manChild – busy with new dates

Don’t you dare ask what’s going on

You signed away the control

You never knew

You held

The absence of saying NO does not equal an enthusiastic YES

@SwirlingFire 29 June 2019

#365Words 

October 10, 2019

Day four 29 June Consent

Stomach churning

Tightening against acid burns

Bile rises more often now

Crippling pain that wakes me from sleep

Hot sweats

cold shivers

Nausea

Vomiting

How delightful

Complicated from Physical damage

Lies balancing on top of more lies

An upturned pyramid

Angled steps heading nowhere

An Escher print of a complicated architectural testament of how expertly the crafted life was portrayed

Ask for proof, the internal voice said,

So I questioned in subtle ways to open free flowing exchange

An expert liar knows how to craft

believable plot lines

How to blend fact with predominantly fiction,

Lies that flowed thick and fast,

Knows how to answer similar questions as it’s been well rehearsed over those last few years

The sympathy stories of a sad life

of sudden pain, shock and torment –

All played out to distract from the truth.

My gut,

wrenching,

ever tighter.

Those early days

When you knew your own mind

Knew it felt wrong

Asked for Information

Told you that you were being silly

You’re not mature enough to handle those games

Made to feel

a fool

for asking.

You were a strong capable young woman

Look at yourself!

Look what he did

Made you lose faith in yourself

Mistrust your own thoughts

Dragged to your knees by stealthy words

Those gut churning feelings

Questioning everything that felt wrong

Not knowing any better

The one you trusted

The only one

A bundle of non connected emotions and empathy

You heard his words, even though he knew they weren’t real

Yet

YOU

You believed those words smoothly dripping from his forked tongue.

The daily rituals, routines and requests

Photographic evidence demanded

Giving away everything for nothing?

You bloody fool!

The first and last text of the day

Rarely a timely response

A started conversation

Abruptly stops without warning

Remains unanswered

Ignored for hours

As off he trots to service the others

To slither over the other timeline whores

Trawling Your friends list

Fresh targets to take down

When Your plans were cancelled last minute

And lo, behold the manChild – busy with new dates

Don’t you dare ask what’s going on

You signed away the control

You never knew

You held

The absence of saying NO does not equal an enthusiastic YES

Swirlingfire: A Posting History

@SwirlingFire 29 June 2019

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The Camera Never Lies ? #384 Wicked Wednesday

The Camera Never Lies

I wish I were able to take photos like many of the talented stills I see regularly on social media. Whether still life, animals, botanical or body parts from any angle.

It started my mind twirling.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, there can be one simple frame from a session that captures the imagination and hits one straight in the feels. Subject matter is irrelevant. We are each our own subject in front of the lens. We see what we choose. Is the camera the greatest deceiver ? In focus, out of focus, Bokeh, filters and any other photoshop style of bending the light and image of all time. Is the “edited” image how we want our lives to appear (Instagram/Snap Chat/makeup apps) giving us false hope, unrealistic expectations by showing our peers who we would like to be – not showing our authentic selves. We will not appear as our true selves upon meeting. Our friends won’t recognise whom is stood in front of us.

Whilst fun apps and bunny ears are an obvious fun tweak, full manipulation of an image is a fraudulent twist of reality.

Artistic, professional exhibition pieces are a body of work in their own entity. They are pieces of an artists expression of a researched subject matter. They are not designed to defraud, only to push visual boundaries through structured themes and subjective exploration.

I very much enjoy these series of photos, especially those that have an edit of a negative or colour wash and also the images edited to look like oil paintings. I have seen several in blog pieces lately. I enjoy observing the image before reading accompanying text.

Similarly, the unscrupulous photographer could bend fact as propaganda for a more insidious portrayal of a view through the lens.

Are these people artists or bullies ? A self serving change of view ? Manipulation of the mind and thoughts and visual misrepresentations through one’s eyes ?

I am ever increasingly interested about the eye behind the camera lens. The person that is inspired to frame up an image. The nuts and bolts behind the image. The modern day artist in their garret. Totally absorbed by structure, form, content, variety, light, shade and composition. The time spent to capture on film the concept of their inspiration, taking form. Forever preserved.

I don’t have that photographic talent. I see things everywhere I’d like to capture in a photo. I tried it as a #365days ((ahhhh, hadn’t realised until now, that was my first #365 project )) – #SwirlingFirePhotoJournal.

A displacement activity. It encouraged me to get out of bed, washed, dressed and force myself outdoors. If only for an hour. To bring me back into the world of the living. I was slipping into a very dark downward spiral. That daily photo task helped. For a short while at least.

It came at a time of vicious SubTweeting.

People had been exceptionally cruel, judgemental,selfish, gaslighting, insensitive and inaccurate in their words. The same people that think they are better than the rest of us. Causing damage, destruction and confusion in their wake.

I was almost pushed beyond saving because of these people.

If it weren’t for taking care of #Mothership, I’m not so sure how final the outcome could have been. I wonder if these people are still as miserable, bitter and vicious ? Whether they’ve sought counselling/therapy for often observed behavioural defects?

“
..The thing is, that some people find their way of being in the playground and then just get more manipulative over the years. Partly because it never stops working for them
..” – extract from conversation.

Our brains are, after all, an individual, internal camera of sorts. Processing our surroundings. Taking long lasting images of moments in time, preserved forever. Captured in all its glory or destruction.

Holiday Destination or Gestapo Concentration Camp?

It’s all in the composition and framing.

We are all ” life moment” photographers, documenting our own life experiences. The emergence of posting photos on social media platforms rather than “living in the moment” and enjoying ourselves, private moments – we whip out our phone cameras, showing how we live.

The camera, in focus, can be an invention of wonder, amusement, breathtaking moments and brilliance. Beguiling, moulding and shaping our wants, needs and desires.

In the wrong hands, the lens points, jeering, wild declarations of opinions and exercising sleight of hand, like that of a Magician pulling rabbits from a hat. Pixels in a swirling juxtaposition. A skillful treatment of an influence in motion.

A picture does indeed paint a thousand words. Sadly, we don’t all see what others see.

Camera

The Portrait of Dorian Grey – Oscar Wilde. Film still 1945

Swirlingfire: A Posting History

@Swirlingfire, 24 September, 2019

Written for #Camera #384, #WickedWednesday

#67 Mental Media #sb4mh #365Words

Scrolling and eye rolls

Click and zoom

No ones alone

When your phones in the room

Laughing and joking

Banter runs rife

Nobody knows

When you cyber fuck someone’s wife

Writing deep prose

Spilling ones guts

The Majority laugh

They still think you’re nuts

Buying lace knickers

For the one you adore

It’s all consensual

An underwear whore

Searching for friendship

Finding a lover

It’s all anonymous

It could be your mother

Mocking from bullies

From the cyber aware

Psychiatric keyboard warriors

Unknowingly Screaming

See me

Please care

Framing sweet cheeks

All eyes and tits

Pleading for likes

Until the next fix

Crafting a story

In a life full of monotony

From prompts freely offered

Needing release from invisibility

Handsome men

All suited and booted

Headless Doms

In dull lives

Deeply rooted

Repeating mistakes from one year to the next

Yearning for acceptance

From crowds that

Couldnt care any less

Children with home lives

Of a dysfunctional nature

Desperate for affection

And ripe for the plucking

So very young

Groomed by nonces

For Underage fucking

Trafficking gangs

With jobs and riches

They’re filling the quotas

Looking for cargo

A batch of dumb bitches

Friendships are formed

In the unlikely of spaces

Confidantes in safety

Hiding our faces

Art and imagination

Running wild and free

It’s all fun and games

Please

We all beg

Please

Validate me

Often a chink

In our armour all battered

A stranger slips through

Our last defences

We care

Someone mattered

Dark rainy nights

When we feel alone

No one to talk with

Nobody to ‘phone

The chill of the sheets

An empty bed

No one can hear

The screams in your head

Crying so hard

You make yourself vomit

The silent destroyer

No control from the inside

Under cover till dawn

Another day starts

Must I really move on?

The timelines that refresh

We all do the same

The close knit cliques

We don’t know your name

We talk to each other

Polite at the start

Some we could throttle

Maybe shoot one

at a time

Carefully Aimed

Quivers with

Poisoned darts

We are trapped in the wheel

Of a cyber adventure

We can’t break free

Your followers won’t let ya

@SwirlingFire 3 october 2019

#365Words for sb4mh – prompt social media

Kink & Fetish

SwirlingFire: Kink and Fetish
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Kink and Fetish
I am such a freaky chick.

I get turned on by really odd things.

I hadn’t realised until quite recently what turns me on to someone can also turn me completely off too.

1. Word Play –

That’s one of my “things” – word play as flirting, challenging my mind with words I thought I knew and checking in a dictionary to learn the meanings of fancy words from an articulate mind.

Intelligent people turn me on, not specifically sexual and knicker soaking expectations. Just in simple terms of opening and expanding my mind to new thoughts and viewpoints from the stupidly banal, frivolous and giggly silly moments of budding platonic friendships, but also could possibly be from the past, a person I’m sexually attracted to whilst exploring the early days of compatibility and finding if we fit. Friendship, or at least people that tolerate my warped dark humour and wordplay are those I feel most comfortable with. Romantic friendships are always very hit and miss. One likes the other more or less.

2. Chemistry –

This is more the meeting of minds once we’ve sniffed around each other a bit.

Casual platonic acquaintances, work colleagues, extended social circle friend of friends that’s who I’m drawn to. The people one meets for coffees, lunches, cinema. Fun stuff. People you would like to really learn what makes them tick. A bit of my own life, the universe and everything. Still hoping to find someone that understands the improbability of ‘“42”

I people watch. A lot. Everywhere. It’s how I can decide whether or not they’re my future tribe. I don’t have a tribe of my own. I’ve been periphery surfing to discover a safe rolling wave. I Have encountered more rip tides and tsunami than rolling ocean but that was then “shrug”.

3. Manners (Physical and Table) –

Holding open doors – building and car doors;

Using an indoor voice most of the time; not talking over me and I’ll try my best not to finish sentences that are going around in a jumbled mess for you to finish them and state the point;

Listening to my actual words and not telling me what I mean when I’ve just clearly said;

Perfect use of table ware (cutlery, glasses, passing items)

Eating politely, mouth closed. Not talking with a mouth full of visible food;

Correct cutlery placement, elbows, the difference between a serviette and a napkin;

Attitude towards hospitality staff and attitude towards tipping wait staff etc

Poor table manners are a big turn off – that was a mindWizard Red flag. it was all there, first date nerves and early stage brainwashing had skewed my values.

Behaving like the lady/gentleman one assures they are (generally they’re not) and paying attention to me with the same care I extend to my dining companions.

I’ve often been mesmerised watching a real gentleman eat and drink and talk with (not to) me. Therefore, when playing footsie becomes, electrically charged. I clearly recall the last time this happened.

4. Please and thank you, apologies and forgiveness –

Almost a 3b of sorts. This is somehow more specific.

There have been too many times where my frustration with my returning memories have caused me to express myself in non-directed @ tweets. In turn, the guilty have read into them as passive/aggressive. Highly likely it was never any of their business or actions that sparked my purge – however, perhaps an unconnected memory that had caused shock / surprise to me. My own reaction poorly expressed. When these instances have been drawn to my attention that I’ve unintentionally hurt someone’s feeling – I approach that person directly. Apologise immediately if I know what I did wrong. Even if the apology is not accepted at that stage, I don’t wait weeks and weeks, leaving an atmosphere to fester. Then I try to process the events and take it as an opportunity for growth and personal evolution. More often than not my apology has been accepted and I’m told ‘we’re cool” – except they lied. They weren’t cool. Not with me at least. There have been several people like this. Making assumptions of what they thought I meant.

Too busy showing off in front of their tribe.

I apologised because I thought it was the adult thing to do.

Every single time.

A strong soft block was really the response I should have sent.

It’s taken me the last few weeks of soul searching and re-reading old message exchanges to realise, the misunderstanding was rarely of my making. I’ve always taken the high road to apologise. In the past I couldn’t bear raised voices and confrontational behaviour. I now know where that originated. Several I’ve apologised to didn’t deserve my apology. They’ve gone on to be equally disagreeable / disrespectful of and with others, it’s common knowledge via DM, this is their modus operandi.

Several times this year, I have been more aware of unsolicited comments and behaviour from others I’ve noticed has been either insensitive, thoughtless or totally inappropriate with their attitude towards me, several mansplaining in particular I’ve had to learn this is their issue, not mine. It doesn’t make it any less unpleasant.

We all are deserving of basic respect and courtesy in life – until we prove to one another you’re not our kind. We still don’t need to be offensive or be a fake news spinner. We can simply unfollow on social media or in real life situations, change our personal interactions and boundaries. You don’t owe anybody your response but you don’t have to be vicious and subtweet to show your strength that’s on view as a public weakness.

5. Boundaries 
. It’s my current kink.

To clearly state what is permissible and how we like exchanges/friendships to progress.

Of all the times I’ve been made to feel humiliated, embarrassed, hurt, tearful, deliberately triggered by so called friends, verbally assaulted or my so called ‘Twitter buddies’ engaging in an exchange that is actually sub tweeting me, it does make me question how many of you disapprove of having me around and my ‘Integrity kink’. This ‘tolerated in a crowd’ is not new to me. I choose to not respond to many that deserve a good hard dose of reality.

Being honest with me, especially when it’s accurate, will make me respect someone more. I think we can all learn from each other. I generally treat others as they treat me.

You can’t expect forgiveness for misdemeanours or slights if you don’t first seek to make amends.

Unfortunately, not one person that’s been offensive to me or my experiences has ever provided a genuine / unprompted apology to me. Not once.

(authors note – this piece was written in May 2019 when I was processing from two cases of offensive behaviour from so called Twitter pals).

For a community that prides itself on all inclusive / sex and body image positivity and communication, judgemental, insulting comments are still bandied about under cover whilst the subtweeting continues – most of you have had the luxury to ask/negotiate behaviour expected from play/sex partners. For those of us that haven’t been treated kindly within the so called (un) welcoming BDSM ‘community clubhouse’, you’d be shocked by the DM messages I’ve received. On balance, I’d like to hope there are more decent people than the batch that pretended to by my ‘friend/encourage confidante status’. To ‘call out’ these people is not worth my time. I’ve been told many times, this is how these individuals behave. It’s the worst kept secret.

It may have a few disadvantages however, as a bigger picture, it does highlight “them Versus Real people” friendship groups and the chicken pecking order.

For our acquaintances, they still haven’t grasped that actions and comments have consequences. A gross imbalance of unequal expectations and childish bullying when confronted with truth.

We should all acknowledge that we be held accountable and responsible for our behaviours towards others.

We’re surrounded by a sea of continuing double standards, sexual/body shaming – I’ve noticed it’s only shameful if it directly affects us as a reader at that exact time. Yet, if it’s someone else being victimised on the TL then it’s perfectly acceptable to watch them be devoured by the machine as subtweeting with gifs eating popcorn are bandied along several timelines as a huge joke. let’s wait until it’s your turn. It will happen. Eventually.

Whilst you were busy judging others a few skeletons fell out of your wardrobe.

What a freaky little kink you have there, love.

Swirlingfire: A Posting History

@Swirlingfire, 20 May, 2019

#WickedWednesday

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One Year Anniversary Blog

One Year Blog Anniversary Month

People, of late, seem to enjoy using my vulnerabilities against me again.

I’ll blame it on The Harvest Moon.

A full moon

People extolling their own frustrations and dumping them on me.

Others with noticeable mental health issues that are deliberately inflicting their brand of bad attitude

I’m not certain if I’m an “Empath” of some type and I feel and sense far more than others or, I’m an easy target to attack by weak, damaged souls from years of Gaslighting and backing down to avoid violent arguments ?

Whatever the reason, the last 12 months have been a waking hell.

Trauma memory recovery has really taken its toll on my looks, health and earning capacity. Each week seems to enjoy delivering me a brand new battering.

Through mistaken identity and a brief chat, it was later suggested by another tweeter, I should start blogging. September 2019 is the anniversary. I’m genuinely surprised I’ve continued to write and post my journal style thoughts. At times, it’s all I had to keep me moving slowly forward.

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The year has flown by. There are still a few first anniversary type calendar dates I must work past for the future to improve.

“
The Annual cycle of dates that act as reminders is a swine
”

There are two people that have pulled me through some incredibly difficult days and times of “breaking no contact”. To say thankyou is nowhere near enough. I am forever indebted.

You both know who you are 💕

Anniversary-01

Many followers have come and gone, several deliberately unpleasant and some carelessly thoughtless in their questioning/unfounded accusations/responses.

There were times I did indeed have a hair trigger, where I thought I must reply to others, where my mind had been broken to no longer have healthy thought processes. It’s been a painful realisation learning the ones you thought cared, in reality despised and hated you, seeking to control with as much damage as possible.

I thank the haters for their bad behaviour. It’s taught me how not to behave. It also confirmed to start to trust my gut feelings.

A big thank you to MyEditor, Melody (sissymaidmelody) offering to host a blog page for my initial uncontrollable anger and frustration. Channelling into a semi coherent semblance of clearer thoughts via words.

I would also like to extend my gratitude to

Rebel of WickedWednesday

Floss & May of F4T

Sassy Cat of Sb4mh

These site owners not only allowed my work onto their platforms but, continue to support my recovery .

The last 12 months, I have accomplished some good things for myself:

  • Work has had its moments of success – 2 separate national achievement recognitions and awards;
  • Another batch of Therapy;
  • Social Psychology University Course;
  • University Writers Workshop;
  • #365Words project;
  • Met two tweeters. One of whom continues to communicate and didn’t run screaming into the hills ,)
  • #PromptPrompts – tweet led idea of mine to distract my mind, a prompt word from kindly followers for their own speedy short story;
  • 2 new “things” – I’ll write about these another time.

A genuine heartfelt thank You to each and every one of you that stayed true to yourselves and the kindness shown to me, often when I didn’t deserve it, on the timelines and to those that took the time to not only read my blogs but to comment.

To be heard and in the main, not judged. Those small acts of ❀ hearts and likes and comments, acknowledging my presence

❀ hearts and likes and comments, acknowledging my presence❀
hearts and likes and comments, acknowledging my presence❀

hearts and likes and comments, acknowledging my presence
helped me so much more than you’ll realise.

I still have a massive challenge ahead of me – To find my own inner joy and happiness within safe boundaries.

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Original artwork – @XiannaX

Thankyou

Best wishes

Swirly đŸŒ»

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Swirlingfire: A Posting History

@SwirlingFire 16 September 2019

HONEY #PromptPrompts

Golden Moments of love

signalling

sounds from the crowd

Knowing ones place

An ensemble of fuzzy torso

Zig zagging

Waggling

Skirting around each other

Attraction

Signalling from afar

Needy for ownership

A precarious balance

The Dance of their ancestors

Secrets hidden

Silence in service

Hexagonal receptacles of passion

Thick

waxy protective

Boundaries

Injected with one true purpose

Safety at all times

Protect

Care

Nourish

Cherish

Adore

Respect

Worship

Black uniforms

De rigeur

Expected

Desired

Tactile warmth

Soothing sounds

Hair trigger senses

Chemicals flood the scene

The slightest movement

Catastrophic Injury

The Dance

The play

The titles

The dreams

The goals

The surge of power exchange

Breathing life

Serving their Mistress

The dominatrix supreme

The Queen Bee

Our Honey Sovereign

Replete

@ SwirlingFire 19 September 2019

#honey #PromptPrompts

PUGNACIOUS #PromptPrompts

If my education has shaped my mind, it was the first Olympic Games held in Greece, many millennia past, that the ancient sport of Boxing was one of its first contest.

Twitter is very much like an Olympic Sport.

Key players, supporters, fans and an audience. A blended variety of ages and abilities. Some more agile and articulate. Some teasing yet tempestuous and others with an end goal hidden by masks and cloaked in darkness.

The audience cheering on their favourite and those that have been around the Twitter block and therefore wiser, knowing the timelines, betting against the outcomes before the first round Bell sounds.

I wonder, being match ready for Twitter can be a training ground for conducting oneself in public. A world stage.

For soapbox orators, racisists, politicians, as an escape outlet, to recycle jokes, to share important information or writing. To use the Twitter boxing ring for good or evil.

We are all equal in our sporting prowess.

Knowledge is the key to becoming a great sports-person

@ SwirlingFire 9 September 2019

#PromptPrompts PUGNACIOUS

CELERY #PromptPrompts

I have a current craving for celery.

It needs fiddly preparation to peel all those Icky fibrous pieces that are too much to chew.

It works really well in soup. Which I literally just ate. Celery, carrot leek and chicken thighs. Low calorie, low carbs and low fat.

I also enjoy celery with smooth peanut butter languishing up the grooves like a cheap tart in a spit and sawdust pub, draped over the bar waiting for a drink and a ‘date’.

The only downside, this green stalk of pleasure is a strong diuretic and, as Asparagus, makes my wee an Interesting herbal aromatic.

@ SwirlingFire 6 September #PromptPrompts #Celery – @touchten

TOMORROW #PromptPrompts

My brain spun immediately to song titles in films

Annie – the Sun will come out (tomorrow)

Cabaret – tomorrow (belongs to me)

Two very different film themes but both with a dark undertone of a life controlled by those that think they know what is best for others.

Institutional old ways of thinking. Goose stepping their way ever closer into the 21st century. It’s a very frightening tone of change and world politics.

To buck the system and want a different pathway for oneself can lead to emotional pain and fractured friendships and family relationships.

Today may be too late for some,

For most of us

“…..Tomorrow is another day
.” – Scarlett O’Hara

Written for @masterVenture #WednesdayWord #tomorrow 106 words

@SwirlingFire 4 September 2019

CAKE #PromptPrompts

When one asks for a word prompt, mainly to calm my swirling thoughts, it’s taking a massive gamble. One thing I’ve tried to avoid. It never turns out well for me.

I’m not all doom and gloom, my life has had smiles along the way.

If you met me then my demeanour would be polar opposite to the person youd think I am, based on writing alone.

One person that knows me, probably a little too well, true to form offered the word CAKE.

Very on brand, very like them too.

Packed with flavourful choices, ideas to try a different slice of life.

Some I like, some – not so much.

Some I’ve never tried

Whatever “cake” is served up, its always sliced with care, compassion and at times “tough love”.

I’m disappointed that we didnt get time for lemon drizzle cake when we met.

Written for @_thesplintercat

@SwirlingFire 4 September 2019

#WednesdayWordChallenge (144 words)

EVISCERATE #PromptPrompts

A return to the wanton wastrel days of surfs, Masters and Lords of the land. Today’s mealy mouthed politicians and Police, saying everything yet acting upon nothing. How would society bend and change? Returning to the draconian court meted punishments of hanging and disembowelment for ne’er do wells and proven villains of all that is just, fair, decent, honest and law abiding?

To Eviscerate the perpetrators of heinous crimes against humanity?

Photo – @_theSplinterCat

I recently saw a photo of a Gibbet Cage.

It appealed to me on several different levels and layers of conscious senses.

Punishment by humiliation and also to be pilloried and mocked by society for wrong doing , prior to being hung, drawn and quartered and then the piece de resistance? Head on a pike

@SwirlingFire 3 September 2019

#100 words challenge prompt #2 – eviscerate (139 words)

#PromptPrompts

SATISFIED

When I see a word that I understand it’s meaning, I also like to look in the thesaurus for other words that mean the same , similar or adjacent comprehension.

Scrolling alternate words for Satisfied, one of the first that immediately grabs me

“Appeased”

That rings a bell like a cartoon mallet hitting holy crap out of Tom Cat (Tom and Jerry) or the violent antics between Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner.  The reverberation of noise, jarring and brain spinning into overdrive as a comment from a man I once worked with.

“You’re too kind for your own good.

You’re far too appeasing”

I was a people pleaser for far too long. I didn’t even recognise that’s was part of my auto defences and self protection for so many years.

Today, you’re more likely to be familiar with the word “Fawning”.

My natural submissive nature may have been to blame. Classic symptoms of wanting to be liked and loved. Of course, it later became a trait to avoid close personal contact.

That man, that work manager?

I reported him for touching me up and pressing himself against me.

@SwirlingFire 3 September prompt #1 satisfied for Andy (183 words)