|
Ah, you boys are very nice. Foot is quite right, though. I've lost all my dignity and along with it all my sex appeal. I have now entered the Era of the CRONE.
I am now officially a crone. Not a cougar, not a MILF, a crone!
I am, as you may well suspect, feeling sorry for my little self right about now. I am wallowing a bit. I am feeling that if religion is the opium of the masses then vodka is the vodka of the masses and I would like some right about now. Then I think, no---you are not allowed the blessed oblivion available to so many so freely. Non! You must face this terror with both eyes open..! ----and, it pretty much goes on from there until I'm singing tunes from Les Miz.
sigh.
__________________
In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
|