#infibulation

[higher-hammers-of-hate]

Infibulated - Diabolical Euphoric Subjugation (2023, New Standard Elite)

[haggishlyhagging]

English speakers have a set of [+ male] predicates for penile activities and what can be done to the penis: father, sire, beget, impregnate, penetrate, ejaculate, castrate, fertilize, deflower, inseminate and emasculate. There is no semantically symmetrical set of predicates for activities performed by or to the clitoris, labia majora or minora. Male perceptions and activities dominate the sex-marked predicates, which is, perhaps, the structural reason they are a fixed set, closed to women. The semantic structure reflects social reality: men take over whatever they like from the women's sphere with impunity. Indeed, they think of such acquisitiveness as their right and prerogative.

Shut out of agency in sex-marked predicates, women must rely on nouns and multisyllabic phrases to describe our experiences. What we have are nominals—clitoridectomy, infibulation, excision, and hysterectomy (since women's genitalia are categorized not as sexual parts of our anatomy but as reproductive "equipment," "plumbing")—or phrases in which the predicate is one of the helping or semantically empty verbs: to get/be aroused, to get/ be excited, to get/be hot, to have an orgasm. But none of those phrases is uniquely [- male]. If anything, they are sex-neutral, and both sexes use them. I would suggest, however, that as women have acknowledged they have sexual feelings and decided they want to talk about them, they have borrowed already available, formerly [+ male] terms. Thus, lacking a female-specific word like ejaculate, women have begun to use the noun orgasm as a verb: "I orgasmed all night."

In fact, a woman's sexual experience and feelings are nonexistent if we believe that the English vocabulary describes reality, because there are no [- male] words for sexuality. There are hundreds of words and phrases for male sexuality and what men do to women; the slang vocabulary of English reflects the male's obsession with his penis and its "'personality." Men even name their penises and talk about them as though they lead an independent existence. Men's obsession with their penises and its structural centrality in PUD is a given, rarely worthy of comment. Men are "supposed" to be obsessed with fucking women. (Men who aren't are deviant.) One can say of a woman, "She's oversexed," but we rarely hear that adjective used to describe a man. Instead, the categorial dichotomy—men have the predicates, women get nouns—again applies. There is a predicate for describing the male activity of fucking lots of women, "womanize," and a noun, "womanizer." A woman obsessed with letting men fuck her is a "nymphomaniac," not a "*mannizer." There is no such [- male] agentive noun; it would be a semantic contradiction because PUD assumes that agency is inherently [+ male]. Womanizer and nymphomaniac both express negative judgments, as Gary Hart, Jimmy Bakker, and Jimmy Swaggert could testify, but unless a womanizing man lives in the public arena, his "weakness" is more likely to be overlooked or tacitly condoned. A woman, however, once branded as a "nymphomaniac," is condemned to a more marginal life than most heterosexuals.

To the best of my knowledge, women have not shown the exaggerated regard for their clitorises men give to their penises. When women talk about their genitals, they say "'down there." Whereas men's genitalia are objects, women's are described as a location. In contrast to the penile vocabulary [- male] words and phrases focus on the place where men stick their penises or the end result of heterosexual coitus for women, having babies. An exception to this is the verb menstruate, which is intransitive (there is no object) and requires a [- male] agent. Other female biological processes, however, can be talked about only as states, as nouns. Women "go through menopause," we "have a climacteric," even though menopause is a process that continues for years, sometimes a decade or more. And, to avoid using the one verb we do have, women have an extensive vocabulary of euphemisms: fall off the roof, be on the rag, Aunt Jane is visiting, red Herbie has come, to be unwell, have a period, be on the mattress, it's that time of the month, and have the monthlies. Women do not act; we have a function: reproduction. PUD describes our lives as nouns, nouns, and more nouns.

-Julia Penelope, Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Fathers’ Tongues

[red-moon-at-night]

Etruscan or Faliscan Red Figure Stamnos, attributed to the Painter of the Oxford Ganymede, Classical Period, 400–350 B.C.

Descriptions below taken from MFA Boston:

Side A: Polydeukes is binding Amykos to a tree trunk in front of a fountain, which consists of a stream flowing from the center of a flower into a tub. A plant, a folded cloak, and an alabastron are represented on the ground below. Polydeukes braces himself with one knee against the tree to draw tight the bindings, which themselves consist of young saplings. Like Amykos, he is infibulated and wears leather boxing thongs.

Amykos, king of the savage Bebrykes of Bithynia compelled all strangers to box with him, otherwise denying them drink from the spring. Polydeukes, a skilled boxer, overcame him and punished his hubris by binding him. Except for the fountain, the composition of side A is very close to that on the bronze Ficoroni Cista in the Villa Giulia; the postures of the figures are nearly identical, and the cloak and alabastron are present at the base of the tree.

Side B: Hermes, Polydeukes, and a satyr old and fat enough to be called Silenos are shown in a scene possibly inspired by a satyr play. Hermes stands at the left, his right leg propped on the tendril of an adjacent palmette. He wears high-laced sandals and a winged helmet and carries his caduceus in his left hand. He looks back to the right at Polydeukes, who stands looking at the egg in his left hand that contains his sister Helen. In his other hand is a mattock, with which he will crack open the egg. Approaching from the right is Silenos, wearing shoes and carrying a situla in his right hand and a phiale in his left.

The subject of side B may be unique. Beazley listed two vases and eight mirrors representing either Hermes or Polydeukes delivering the egg of Helen to Leda or Tyndareos or both (EVP, pp. 115-116). Both the god and the hero are present on this vase, but Silenos is a poor substitute for either of the two recipients. Beazley suggested that Polydeukes has just discovered the egg while loosening the soil in the palestra with his mattock, a preparation for exercising on the hard ground (EVP, p. 60). The egg had been hidden there by Hermes, which explains his presence. Silenos comes up with a bucket of water to wash the egg (or perhaps hoping to boil it!). The presence of Silenos suggests the influence of satyric drama; compare the phlyax actor on an Apulian bell-krater, who cracks open Helen's egg with an axe (Bari 3899: RVAp. I, p. 148, no. 96; LIMC, IV, pl. 291,Helene 5) According to Horace, Polydeukes and his brother Kastor were also born from an egg (Sat,2,1,26). Evidence that this story was known early enough to be parodied by an Apulian vase-painter of the mid-fourth century may be provided by an unpublished Gnathian bell-krater recently in the New York art market, with an actor in female guise watching an egg on an altar give birth to an erect phallus.

[lucysgirlcunnie]

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im into almost anything except for ab/dl or underage play, gore, and scat related play. not into vomit much either. 

don’t interact or follow me if you are a minor. anything illegal is a hard limit, i want nothing to do with it.

some of my fav kinks:

detrans/misgender kink

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humiliation

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pregnancy

clit torture (but no infibulation)

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[schoethe]

lesenswerth

→ Hier finden sich, in alphabetischer Sortierung, ein paar handverlesene Bücher und sonstige Publikationen zu Goethe, Schiller und insbesondere natürlich Goethe und Schiller

→ (Weitere »lesenswerthe« Empfehlungen finden sich außerdem hier)

Als Deutschland noch nicht Deutschland war, Reise in die Goethezeit von Bruno Preisendörfer (2015)

Nach allem, was wir wissen, trug Goethe keine Unterhosen. Der Maurergeselle M.G. anscheinend schon. In der Verlustanzeige, die nach einem Diebstahl im Königlich-Bayerischen Intelligenz-Blatt veröffentlicht wurde, findet sich als abhandengekommen auch eine »leinerne Unterhose«.

Alles was man schon immer über das deutsche Alltagsleben im 18. und 19. Jahrhundert wissen wollte und noch ein bisschen mehr. Im Stil eines Zeitreiseführers geschrieben und immer wieder exemplarisch Goethes Leben in Weimar schildernd, lässt dieses Buch darüber nämlich wirklich keinerlei Fragen offen. Wirklich. Keine.

Wie komme ich von Weimar nach Berlin - und wie viele Wochen sollte ich einplanen? Wie verschicke ich einen Brief? Wie lagere ich Kartoffeln richtig? Woher bekomme ich Wasser? Was sollte ich vermeiden zu tun, um der Todesstrafe zu entgehen? Welche Frisuren sind hip? Und hat mich eigentlich jemals jemand gefragt, ob ich wissen möchte, was sich hinter dem Begriff Infibulation verbirgt?

Briefwechsel zwischen Schiller und Goethe (1829)

…lassen Sie uns, da wir uns beide gegen das ausgehen sträuben, wenigstens, wie jener Verliebte, ‘über den Schirm’ korrespondieren.

Erstmals herausgegeben von Goethe selber und wohl beinahe überflüssig hier aufzuführen. Natürlich ein Muss. Ich habe die über tausend Seiten starke Gesamtausgabe vom insel taschenbuch verlag und habe sie wider anfänglicher Zweifel von vorne bis hinten verschlungen wie einen guten Briefroman.

Und mit was für Schmankerln die Jungs da zuweilen aufwarten kann man ja bestens auf diesem Blog nachlesen.

Hervorzuheben ist, dass es in der insel-Ausgabe nützlicherweise sehr viele Anmerkungen gibt, die erwähnte Personen, Bücher, Ereignisse und eben alles, was man so nicht verstehen würde erläutern. Wie das bei anderen Ausgaben ist, weiß ich nicht, aber ohne diese Erläuterungen wäre vieles wohl nicht wirklich zu verstehen.

Das Erlkönig-Manöver von Robert Löhr (2007)

“Er sagte eine ganze Weile nichts, derweil ihn Goethe, die Hand auf dem Nordpol, betrachtete. Dann erhob sich Schiller, geräuschvoll einatmend, von seinem Stuhl und blickte sein Gegenüber lächelnd an. »Wohlan! Es soll an mir nicht fehlen. Fordern wir unser Jahrhundert in die Schranken. Arm in Arm mit Ihnen kann es nur gelingen.«

Mit funkelnden Augen eilte Goethe Schiller entgegen, und die beiden Freunde packten des anderen Unterarm mit festem Griff.

»Arm in Arm!«, wiederholte Schiller. »Es soll mich kitzeln, Napoleon niederzuringen. Das Ziel ist würdig, der Preis ist groß!«

»Ich bin überglücklich, mein teurer Freund. Nun fürchte ich mich weder vor Hölle noch Teufel.«”

Auf keinen Fall entgehen lassen sollte man sich diese Roadtrip/Abenteuer AU, die Herr Löhr hier gezaubert hat.

Es ist 1805, Napoleon hält Europa in Schach und wer, wenn nicht ein paar Deutsche Dichter sollten ausgesandt werden, dem ein Ende zu setzten? Das findet auch der Herzog und so machen sich Goethe und Schiller mit Alexander von Humboldt, Achim von Arnim und Bettine Bretano, sowie einem mysteriösen Verfolger auf den Weg ins von den Franzosen besetzte Mainz, verzeihung, Mayence. 

Gespräche mit Goethe in den letzten Jahren seines Lebens von Johann Peter Eckermann (1835)

“Es währte nicht lange so kam Goethe, in einem blauen Oberrock und in Schuhen; eine erhabene Gestalt! Der Eindruck war überraschend. Doch verscheuchte er sogleich jede Befangenheit durch die freundlichsten Worte. Wir setzten uns auf das Sofa. Ich war glücklich verwirrt in seinem Anblick und seiner Nähe, ich wußte ihm wenig oder nichts zu sagen.

In teilweise beinahe verklärter Hingabe und Bewunderung schildert der damals, im Vergleich zum bereits über 70-jährigen Goethe, junge Eckermann seine Gespräche, Begegnungen und Erlebnisse mit Goethe.

Zugegeben: Die Passagen über Schiller in diesem Buch lassen sich an einer Hand abzählen (was sie nicht weniger bedeutsam macht), aber! Wer mal das Gefühl haben will bei Goethe zum Tee vorbeizuschauen, wer in Goethes Arbeitszimmer schmökern will während der rüstige Dichter im Lehnstuhl döst, ja, wer sich vorstellen können möchte, wie es am Frauenplan so zuging, der sollte seine Nase unbedingt in dieses Buch stecken.

Goethe & Schiller, Geschichte einer Freundschaft von Rüdiger Safranski (2009)

“Goethe und Schiller haben Ihre Freundschaft als ein rares, wunderliches Gewächs angesehen, als ein Glück, als ein Geschenk. Es kam ihnen unglaublich vor, was ihnen da gelungen oder zugestoßen war, und sie gerieten in dankbares Staunen darüber. Im Rückblick nannte Goethe die Freundschaft ein »glückliches Ereignis«. Ein solches bleibt es für uns auch heute noch, denn man wird in der Geschichte des Geistes lange suchen müssen, um etwas Vergleichbares zu finden - daß zwei schöpferische Menschen höchsten Ranges sich über Gegensätze hinweg verbinden zu wechselseitiger Anregung und sogar zu gemeinsamem Werk.”

Auf unglaublich begeisternde, bewegende und fesselnde Weise schildert Herr Safranski das Auf und Ab der Goethisch-Schillerschen Beziehung - von anfänglichen Feindseligkeiten über die Glanzzeiten ihrer Freundschaft im Schillerschen Garten bis hin zum bitteren Ende. Ein Buch, das mich bis spät in die Nacht wachgehalten hat und das mich zuweilen so aufgewühlt hat, dass ich in der U-Bahn mit den Tränen kämpfen musste - ob vor Freude oder Traurigkeit weiß ich schon nicht mehr.

Kein Rettungsmittel als die Liebe, Schillers und Goethes Bündnis im Spiegel ihrer Dichtungen von Katharina Mommsen (2010)

Im Grunde haben sich Goethe und Schiller all die Jahre nicht bloß Briefe geschrieben, sondern auch Gedichte - Liebesgedichte! Und niemand hat’s bemerkt. Frau Mommsen deckt auf:

“Tieferen Einblick in die Freundschaftsgeheimnisse geben uns einige Gedichte Goethes und Schillers, wofern man sie recht zu lesen versteht. Sie boten beiden die Möglichkeit, ihrer gegenseitigen Liebe Ausdruck zu verleihen und mit dem Anliegen der Geheimhaltung in Einklang zu bringen. In all diesen Gedichten, von denen nun die Rede sein soll, tauschen die Freunde persönliche Botschaften aus, und zwar auf so verschlüsselte Weise, daß nur der andere sie ganz verstand, der sie seinerseits mit ebenso verschlüsselten Konfessionen erwiderte.”

Ist man kein Germanist (so wie ich) liest das Buch sich teilweise etwas zäh. Auch kann man nicht unterschlagen, dass man sich bisweilen fragt, wieviel Verschwörungstheorie nicht vielleicht in Frau Mommsens Analyse steckt. Das sollte einen aber nicht abschrecken die Grandiosität dieses Werkes zu erkunden. Denn wo, wenn nicht in seinen Dichtungen, sollte man nach den tiefsten Seelen- und Herzensgründen eines Dichters suchen?

Grandios ist übrigens auch die Umschlaggestaltung - das Buch ziert nämlich eine Montage, die Goethe unter seinem breitkrempigen Hut hindurch verträumt gen dem selig vor sich her lächelnden Schiller schielen lässt. Oder so ähnlich, naja. Man sollte es sich vielleicht einfach anschauen. Und lesen!

Schiller, Tod und Teufel von Peter Braun (2005)

“In Weimar war’s nicht zum Aushalten, deshalb fuhr ich oft nach Jena und blieb manchmal wochenlang. Das mit Christiane verstanden sie nicht, das war nun einmal auch ganz anders, als was sie machten, und das ging so über Jahre. Ich hab sie gehaßt, einen wie den andern. Aber das ist vorbei. Jetzt sind alle weg. In Jena haben wir zum ersten Mal miteinander geredet, der Schiller und ich. Richtig geredet. Gut, ich habe geredet, über Pflanzen, und er hörte zu und machte Einwände. In Weimar hörte mir keiner zu.

Das Wahre, das Edle, Gute, Schönheit, eine Welt ohne Willkür, ohne Köpfen, durch die Kunst bessern, nicht durch das Beil, Erziehen statt Hinprügeln, das war der Weg, Ordnung statt des Chaos, das wir seit 1789 hatten, und das eben, ja, das hatte er verstanden so wie ich. Er war ich - ich war er.”

In diesen kleinen Theatermonolog fällt man kopfüber, versucht sich zu fangen, nach Luft zu schnappen doch es lässt einem keine Ruhe, man möchte lachen, weinen, während es einen hinter sich herschleift, durch all die Stationen des Lebens, Schillers Lebens, guck mal hier und guck mal da, ruft es einem in einem nicht abreißenden Gedankenstrom zu und ehe man länger hinschauen kann ist man schon wieder dran vorbei und wenn sich dann das Ende andeutet möchte man, nein!, nicht!, schreien, obwohl man doch weiß wie es endet, deshalb will man sich die Augen zuhalten, weil man nicht lesen will, was der Herr von G. da sagt, aber ehe man sich versieht ist es geschehen.

Man ist zu diesem Zeitpunkt bereits zehn Haltestellen zu weit gefahren und findet sich nur schwer in die Realität zurück. Wo wollte ich nochmal hin?, fragt man sich mit aufgewühltem Herzen und es fällt einem nicht sofort ein und irgendwie ist es einem auch egal.

Schwere Stunde von Thomas Mann (1905)

Er blieb stehen, die Hand über den Augen, den Oberkörper halb seitwärts gewandt, ausweichend, fliehend. Aber er fühlte schon den Stachel dieses unvermeidlichen Gedankens in seinem Herzen, des Gedankens an ihn, den anderen, den Hellen, Tastseligen, Sinnlichen, Göttlich-Unbewussten, an den dort, in Weimar, den er mit einer sehnsüchtigen Feindschaft liebte...

Eine kleine Kurzgeschichte, über einen wie immer kränkelnden Schiller, der tief in der Nacht über seinem neuesten Dramenmanuskript verzweifelt und auch an den Freund am Frauenplan denkt.

It's schoethe-Fanfiction! Mindestens Schiller-Fanfiction! Von Thomas Mann! Also naja, nicht wirklich, wie man sich vielleicht denken kann. Aber irgendwie... irgendwie auch schon. Und für die Schillerdarstellung allein lohnt es sich schon allemal.

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[clansocreations]

@ameliapodcast I am reading the play "the Birds" and I have decided to make it funnier for myself by pretending that the main characters are Kozlowski and Arthur instead

Euelpides Oh dear! oh dear! Pisthetærus Aye, aye, my friend, 'tis indeed the road of "oh dears" we are following.

Pisthetærus

First I advise that the birds gather together in one city and that they build a wall of great bricks, like that at Babylon, round the plains of the air and the whole region of space that divides earth from heaven

Pisthetærus

Then, this being well done and completed, you demand back the empire from Zeus; if he will not agree, if he refuses and does not at once confess himself beaten, you declare a sacred war against him and forbid the gods henceforward to pass through your country with lust, as hitherto, for the purpose of fondling their Alcmenas, their Alopes, or their Semeles![60] if they try to pass through, you infibulate them with rings so that they can work no longer.

You send another messenger to mankind, who will proclaim to them that the birds are kings, that for the future they must first of all sacrifice to them, and only afterwards to the gods; that it is fitting to appoint to each deity the bird that has most in common with it. For instance, are they sacrificing to Aphrodite, let them at the same time offer barley to the coot; are they immolating a sheep to Posidon, let them consecrate wheat in honour of the duck;[61] is a steer being offered to Heracles, let honey-cakes be dedicated to the gull;[62] is a goat being slain for King Zeus, there is a King-Bird, the wren,[63] to whom the sacrifice of a male gnat is due before Zeus himself even.

TRANSLATION: Build a city in the sky and blackmail the gods for all they are worth

This story is a comedic one about two idiots with a crazy plan that should not work and if that isn’t all of season 5 of the Amelia Project….

[perkwunos]

The primary context in which men might appear unclothed outside the gymnasion is the symposion. On the red-figure kylix by the Dokimasia Painter in Berlin … a group of male komasts dances to the accompaniment of male and female aulos players. The men are in various states of undress: some men wear himatia draped loosely around their shoulders revealing their torsos and genitalia, suggesting that their garments have become undone as a result of their revelries; others are completely nude. In general, only older men, identifiable by their beards, baldness, and/or body hair, wear the draped himation (one also carries a walking stick), while the beardless youths (save one) lack garments or accessories. This type of bodily display is acceptable, perhaps even expected, in the context of the symposion, in which the ritual consumption of wine was required for communion with the divine. Under the influence of the wine, the identity of the elite male is temporarily suspended; hence, the loosening, or total removal, of their garments. But the symposion is not an excuse for total abandon, as indicated by the infibulation of several figures: despite their obvious inebriation, these men retain an appropriate level of self-control. Like the gymnasion, the symposion is a homoerotic environment in which older men admire the bodies of younger men, underscored here by the twisting pose of two older men who look back over their shoulders to gaze at the genitals of a youth.

Mireille Lee, Body, Dress, and Identity In Ancient Greece

[fem-lit]

The removal of the ovaries was developed in 1872. The next year, it was recommended for “non-ovarian conditions,” especially masturbation, so that by 1906 about 150,000 American women were without ovaries. “Non-ovarian conditions” was a social judgment aimed to prevent the “unfit” from breeding and polluting the body politic. “The ‘unfit’ included … any women who had been corrupted by masturbation, contraception and abortion … from the 1890s until the Second World War, mentally ill women were ‘castrated.’”

The “Orificial Surgery Society” in 1925 offered surgical training in clitoridectomy and infibulation “because of the vast amount of sickness and suffering which could be saved the gentler sex.” Ten years ago, an Ohio gynecologist offered a $1,500 “Mark Z” operation to reconstruct the vagina “to make the clitoris more accessible to direct penile stimulation.” A common boast of modern cosmetic surgeons is that their work saves women from lives of suffering and misery.

— Naomi Wolf (1990) The Beauty Myth

[dhddmods]

This. This so much. Not to derail, but this also applies to some altersex and intersex people.

People who don't fall into your typical gender or sex binary do have options. Aside from HRT, there's plenty you can choose medically or with body modifications!

Tracheal shaves can minimize an Adam's apple. Feminizing laryngoplasties can make your voice higher.

In terms of your chest, you can have a a breast lift/mastopexy, breast augmentation, breast reduction, mastectomy, areola reduction, nipple reduction, nipple excision, or nipple [re]construction.

In terms of your reproductive organs, you can have a vastectomy, tubal ligation, gonadectomy (oophorectomy or orchiectomy), hysterectomy, trachelectomy, or prostatectomy.

In terms of your genitals, you can choose a penis split (meatotomy, subincision, or genital bisection), urethroplasty, perineal urethrostomy, circumcision or dorsal slit/ventril slit, hoodectomy, labiaplasty, labia stretching, vulvectomy, (voluntary) infibulation, vaginectomy, vulvoplasty or vaginoplasty, phallus-preserving vulvoplasty/vaginoplasty, clitoroidectomy, clitoroplasty, metoidioplasty (with or without a scrotoplasty or urethral lengthening), phalloplasty (with or without a glansplasty or urethral lengthening), scrotoplasty, penectomy, genital nullification, or genital beading.

And there are other potential procedures, such as hymen [re]construction (if you have a damaged or stretched hymen), a hymenotomy (if you have a hymenal intersex variation), a hysteroplasty (if you have a bicornuate uterus, septate uterus, or uterus didelphys), and cervical [re]construction if you have a damaged cervix or a cervical intersex variation.

If anyone wants to see our list of sex altering procedures, you can check it out here.

I know that HRT gives you secondary sex characteristics in one direction or another, but we HAVE to stop telling nonbinary people that they “can’t pick and choose.” Of course, you can’t tell your testosterone that you’d rather not grow chest hair, but there are things you can do!

You could go on T so your voice drops and start shaving so you don’t grow a beard. You could start HRT and then stop once you get the permanent changes you like. You can pursue sterilization instead of bottom surgery. You can get top surgery without being on T. You can go on E and work out a bunch to bulk out your muscles. You can pursue laser hair removal or electrolysis to remove unwanted hair, with or without HRT. You could even just start hormones to see if you like it and then stop if it isn’t to your taste.

Obviously, you can’t order secondary sex characteristics a la carte, but we have to stop being so awful to nonbinary people. We should discuss the options we have, not shut down the conversation with “that’s what you get.”

[subiysu-chan]

The Myth of Lrilieé

"Lrilieé was a princess most fair

White as snow was her hair

Once came the time for her wings to spring

Oh, Mä Aevi gave her beautiful wings

Wings that shone in the moonlight

And Eélisa had healed them straight and right

To celebrate the coming of age of their daughter, the King and Queen ordered good cheféus to be brough, as well as much cool water and black rowan cider to be brought to their beloved daughter. Afterwards, she was given rané for health and to put her in a mindset of penitence, the only proper one for an elf. She ate the rané obediently. As her wings became as strong and beautiful as well-spun spider silk, it was time to sacrifice to the Goddess of Healing, Eélisa, the ability to enjoy the taste of food, as proper thanks for her blessings of health and fortune. Lrilieé did not want to honor the sacrifice, so she crafted a false tongue she presented to the priestess tasked with performing the ritual. The priestess cut the false tongue, and it was so well-crafted it had the necessary fake blood and metalic scent. Lrilieé also gave false tears and whimpers to fool the priestess further. Outraged at this ingratitude, insolence and refusal to comply with the sacrifice conditional to repay the original sin, Eélisa herself presented herself in her Temple. She ripped out Lrilieé's wings and ate them. She then said : "Child, and all those who attend, you may keep your tongue on the condition you give me your wings."

Satiated on wings, Eélisa was not as cruel as to let the child bleed to death, so she squirted a large piece of silk to stop the bleeding.

With this, Lrilieé understood the importance of leading a life of self-punishment. She asked that her tongue be slitted anyways as well as to be shorn and infibulated, but saved her whiskers. Her wishes were granted. From then on, for three years, she ate only rough food, remained nude, whipped herself daily and worked like a servant girl. After the third year, she began to grow her hair and return to education, and after two years, she was married off to her cousin, and became the best queen a kingdom could hope for.

The day on which she was to conceive an heir, a servant posed fire cups near her. The queen responded : "Take that away, for the pain is here to guide me into the proper path of motherhood, both of my child and my people. The pleasure of a painless act would make me ignore my duties."

[pietrozannoni1971]

Pakistani Cardinal Joseph Coutts, I believe is the successor to Francis that the Church now needs, precisely because he was elected in his consistory of 2018 in the wake of the fight against infibulation and the phenomenon of arranged marriages particularly present in some African, Middle Eastern and South Asian countries. Another horizon of the ecumenical journey is the rapprochement and integration of Christianity and Islam.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

JESUS AIN'T IN POLAND-INFIBULATION

[187onabattler]

I would be perfectly okay with a mature ivy hentai picture which did not include infibulation

[skill-snacks]

Infibulation and Women's Rights #humanrights #womenrights #SaveOurGi...

[fruityyamenrunner]

*infibulates u*