Day 3 of the Se7en Deadly Sins Meme
I’ve been working on the seven deadly sins, moving through them like a snake through water and really getting in touch with my inner (and outer) lil’ devil. And this particular sin? Shit, son. I am familiar with wrath. I’m in intimate touch with my wrathful self. You see, I was raised to be a sweet Southern Belle. All smiles and politeness and never ever ever getting angry.
So I have this deep well of repressed rage. When I play or scene with someone, I love to ride the high of the control. Taking control of your cock, of your body, and doing exactly what I want to it, no matter what society says about that control… mmm. The thing is, I ride the edge of control because to loose control is to give my wrath full rein. And that wrath can be all consuming. I’m into control because I want to loose control.
There are a few things that really piss me off.
- I find myself massively pissed when I hear about injustice and intolerance. I believe in fairness and equality, so when those are abridged I go up in metaphorical flames.
- When you tell me all about how badly you want to be a sissy, but then you don’t follow through on your dreams, I get kinda pissed. If you want it so badly, why the holy fuck don’t you ~do~it?
- I can get downright wrathful anytime the defenseless are abused.
- People who litter piss me off.
- Bigots, homophobes, transphobia, assholes and dickheads all piss me off. So what if it’s not for you? No one is trying to get you to dress up like a pretty dolly and suck off a cock or three?
- I utterly HATE it when people who don’t know me try to tell me who and what I am. I’m well aware of what I look like, and that people will judge me by it, but just because I look like a stuck up snobby princess who’s never had a gangbang in her life doesn’t mean I’ll agree with you that big black cock is gross.
- Inauthenticity pisses me off. You are who you are. Don’t you fucking lie to me or to yourself about it.
The basic theme of what pisses me off is when other people intrude in my own or my friends lifes.
Don’t tell me how to live, don’t tell my pals how to live, keep your fucking nose out of my goddamned life. And, in case you missed it, if you’re reading this, you’re my pal. I’ll stand up and fight for your right to live your life in the way that most increases your happiness and joy.
Ok, so now I’m all wound up, so here’s a happy thought to calm us all back down: I got a brand new Snowball Microphone, and it is so fucking awesome and cool! I’m in love with this microphone, because it makes me sound like a sex kitten voice over movie star. You’ll be seeing a lot more audio samples from me, as well as more audios in the Enchantrix Audios Store.
Goddess Harper, you do not look like a snooty stuck up princess. You look like the most Perfectly Beautiful Goddess. And people should remember, Hell hath no fury like a Perfect Goddess when she is scorned. So, do what makes Goddess Harper Happy, she deserves all kinds of Wonderful Happy.
I like the way you think! Everyone should do what I want! Yes!
Ms. Harper, after reading this essay with great interest, i find i must cautiously turn the tables and pose a pair of questions for You to answer, if You feel so inclined. 1) is the red in Your magnificent tresses natural or otherwise? 2) could You share the nationality of Your ancestry? i ask, because i’ve long had a weakness for red hair of various shades, back to some of my earliest dates and including my ex. this experience has germinated a theory about Ladies of the redheaded persuasion & i’m looking for more data to support or refute this theory.
The red in the pictures is slightly enhanced. I do have a red tone to my hair, and in bright direct sunlight I look like my head’s on fire, but I like to be more red, so I put a light wash of dye over my hair. I only do this from time to time, and I prefer Henna, because it doesn’t damage my hair.
As for nationality, well, I’m American. Which basically means I’m a mutt. If I wanted to, I could join the Daughters of the Union, Daughters of the Confederacy, and Daughters of the Revolution. I’m Welsh, Scotch, Irish, English, French, Dutch and Native American (two tribes that I know of). I’m a well mixed mutt, and proud of that status, too! lol!
So now that I shared, what’s your theory, and do I fit it?
“Welsh, Scotch, Irish, English, French, Dutch and Native American”. my theory has to do with passion & i have come to believe that the hereditary source of the red hair can be a determinant of the degree of passion. i had a good idea where You fell as far as passion goes. i don’t think You could do what You do without it & “wrath” is certainly a large component of it.
i’ve noted a strongly passionate streak in redheads of Welsh, Scotch, Irish, Italian, French, and Dutch descent…and, yes, in one Lady i knew who was Cherokee-Irish, but i doubt the Cherokee branch of the tree contributed to the color of Her tresses. so in this regard, You certainly support my major premise.
on the flip side, i’ve only known one redhead of purely English descent. perhaps, her SC Episcopalian upbringing wrung the passion right out of her, but her forte was being chillingly judgemental.
My family does have a reputation for being hotheaded. My uncle once punched the wall and made the breaker box fall off (in another room), and my mom used to slam the drawers in the kitchen, causing the drawer to fall apart inside. My dad would come home, open up a drawer and have the front come off in his hand. He’d patiently pull the drawer out and repair it, demonstrating to my mom that it worked perfectly, no need to slam it… and about a month later he’d have to do it all over again.
I never learned the knack of venting my anger on materiel objects… instead, I get verbally vicious. Mean, biting, insulting… and I hold a grudge. lol
ah. family…
poor inanimate objects, Ms. Harper. when young, they suffered from me, until about 7 or 8. my dad had built a badminton court in the backyard. he used 3″ diameter wooden poles to support the net. after losing a game, i kicked one of those poles, breaking it in two. my dad just told me how disappointed he was & i never have really lashed out at an inanimate object since. there’s that desire to please! lol
& due to the careful attention of my mother’s dad, when i was very young, by the time i was in the US Navy, i was very capable of swearing like an old salt…in two languages. i just have learned when to bite my tongue…and important skill for a submissive, don’t You think? 😉
but grudges! there’s a reason my dad & i have been called “stubborn dutchmen! i have yet to forgive the Colts for moving to Indianapolis or the Senators for becoming the Texas Rangers.
I tend to burn hot, so in the heat of the moment I can do some extreme damage, but once I cool down I forgive easily and often. Which would be why I tend to walk away from conflict — I know I can do and say some heinous things when pissed, so I take myself away from temptation!
Grudges tho… man, I tend to cherish me some grudge. lol.
(did I mention that I’m both a Hatfield and a McCoy? Several times over on both sides.)
Goddess Harper, the “genes” in your “pool” were perfectly mixed.
aww. 😉 I like to think so. I’m a well-rounded American mutt, perfectly mixed of an amalgamation of all the best genetics to create the height in beauty of form and content.
I’m damn perfect, is what I’m saying.
🙂
Goddess Harper, nothing wrong with being a “mutt'” I am also one,albeit far from being as perfectly beautiful as you. All that is left to say is Woof Woof.
I like to think of it as ‘hybrid vigor’. 😀
“…both a Hatfield and a McCoy? Several times over on both sides…”
& yet, i get no sense of inner turmoil or conflict! all the more remarkable, Ms. Harper…all the more remarkable You are.
It’s all the fault of that damn pig, anyway… 😛
now why is it that Dommes “always” blame the piggies? lol
It’s those damn piggies! always causing trouble, I tell you. 😉
OINK!
Goddess Harper is incredibly Fair and Just, how Brilliant Sexy Cool.
mmm, I like Brilliant Sexy Cool as a descriptor of my own fine self!