NZSL interpreting student by day | Burlesque performer by night | Youtube content creator by sheer force of will
If you ever need help thinking of how describe pain being experienced by your characters, just ask a woman to describe her most recent period pain. Here’s my early morning status from day one of Shark Week:
"Woke up to a searing pain like a poison soaked cactus being twisted inside me, spreading out, through my hip and lower stomach, ending around my inner thigh and waist.
As long as I don’t move or breath, it’s not too bad.”
then in the comments when someone said it was like something from a horror film:
“like tearing a muscle. If the muscle was torn by a dagger made of flame and evil.”
Shark Week, brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood murder fairy.
This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.
THAT makes a lot more sense, now, thank you.
The 11th anniversary of the premier of The Fellowship of The Ring is coming up. How do I even remember the date of this?
Because it’s also my kid sisters birthday.
I will never forget the normally 45 minute drive from Johnsonville to Wellington hospital taking 2 and a half hours because of all the damn detours and side streets we had to take because of the gorram parade and all the security they had set up just in case fuckin’ bush Maoris tried to ambush Elijah Wood’s limo or some shit.
Needless to say I feel sorry for all the families who have someone go into labour the day of any Hobbit premiers.
You’re so beautiful, like a tree..
Or a high class prostitute.
You’re so beautiful, you could be a part time model.
But you’ll probably still have to keep your normal job
This is how we turn shit up in New Zealand. We know how to please our lovers.
Ok period boobs are one thing, but this is crazy. I’m used to them increasing by up to a cup size but come on. They are beginning to spill over even my ‘period bras’ and my period isn’t even here yet!
FFS. This shit is painful. It’s like having two over full water balloons strapped to my chest. Except they aren’t full of water, they’re full of heavy shit like glands and tissue and fat.
Fucking huuuurts. Ow. I’m fucking done.
What’s the point in having your own tits if you can’t even fucking touch ‘em.