I’ve been doing a very slow crawl through the Seven Deadly Sins, tackling them all one by one… and now I’ve come to the last two. Gluttony and Lust. I’ve saved the best for last! And boy oh boy, are they the best…
Gluttony is the sin of overindulgence, but for my purposes, it’s all about guilty pleasures. mmm…
So, without further ado, seven things I really, truly, deeply, passionately, gluttinously, enjoy:
- I love fine dining. If gluttony is all about overindulgence in food, then I’m so there. I love to cook, I love to bake, and I love to have a good meal. They key to really enjoying a good meal, however, is to enjoy in moderation. (The antithesis of gluttony, I know!) If you’re so overfull after eating that you can barely move, what was the point?
- I adore feeling physically content. See, a good meal, a hot bubble bath, lotions and oils rubbed into my skin, having my hair styled and cut, a manicure, pedicure… Pampering my entire body until it hums with sheer animal contentment. mmm…
- The way I feel after a good yoga session. So stretched and limber, bendy and energized; I love the way yoga makes me feel! It’s almost as good as a nice runner’s high.
- Sex. Duh.
- I take gleeful pleasure in opening a new box of paints. I lay it out in front of me, get a pocket knife, slice open the tape holding it shut. Draw forth the tray holding the tubes and run my fingers over them all. In a row, so fat and firm, unopened tube after tube of glorious pigment, just waiting for me.
- I love my work, love the things I get to do, love the execution, the negotiation, the interaction… Every single bit of it. I love sitting down to blog, and I even love the IMs. I have found the most perfect job, and I adore it!
- This is supposed to be about guilty pleasures, and, really I don’t feel guilty for any of the things I take such pleasure in. So, I suppose my last guilty pleasure can be a meta pleasure: I don’t let guilt, fear, shame 0r other people’s opinions inform who I am or what I do. Ever. I am a shameless hussy, and I love it!
Now, lest you forget, I am a phone sex mistress, a sensual mistress, and a totally shameless hussy. 😉 There’s very little in this world that I regard with guilt, fear or shame — and I’m perfectly willing to ‘infect’ you with my lack of shame. Chat me up sometime, I’ll teach you to live your life out loud and without fear.
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“There’s very little in this world that I regard with guilt, fear or shame — and I’m perfectly willing to ‘infect’ you…”
Ah…You have Your work cut out for You, Ms. Harper. Raised German-Lutheran & married 16 years, i’ve managed to leave it all behind, except the guilt…the certitude that anything & everything is, no doubt, my fault, lol.
but i see You’re an Epicurian. i love the notion of “all things in moderation, but all things.”
there is one thing though, that has inspired gluttonous thoughts now for 40 years…and that’s the “Big Texan” in Amarillo. i would dearly love to sit down to their 72 oz steak one day. 🙂
Epicurus was a cool dude. 😉
I see a lot of this Protestant, Puritanical mindset in a lot of people… somehow there’s this mixed idea that if it is fun, then it’s bad, and if it hurts, then it’s good… add to that the idea that by your actions you control your own fate (ah, Calvinism…) and you get this notion that suffering cleanses, if you eat too much you ~deserve~ to get diabetes or heart disease or clogged arteries, and that the people who are healthy are morally better than those who are sick.
That last one, btw, really cheeses me off. That is the basis for why people with disabilities are looked down on, and why there is such a stigma against all forms of disability — physical and mental! Even disabilities that are genetic and inborn (blindness, deafness…)
I was helping a blind friend of mine set up utilities services in his new apartment, and hand to heaven, the clerk at the office wouldn’t speak to him. She addressed every question to me, talking ~about~ him as tho her were deaf and/or retarded in addition to being blind. grrrr.
Seriously, guilt? One of the most awful things ever to be inflicted upon humanity. And there you go again, getting me started on a rant. Damn it. 😛
“…your actions you control your own fate…”
its funny, even though i was, at one point, religious enough to be an acolyte, it never took me there. but by example, i learned that one just didn’t display emotion…of any sort & that one was defined by work…that was a big one. whatever task you took on you toiled at for its own sake. that’s something that has stuck with me. retirement? even if it were possible, i doubt i’d care for it. to use the mule team vernacular, i fully expect to be cut from my traces when my legs give out, lol.
the other thing i got from it, much to the chagrin of some “bosses” & my last minister, is to challenge authority if its on shaky ground, lol. if Luther could take on the Church, then…
& sometimes suffering does cleanse, lol. the joy of being sweat drenched from a workout…to be tormented by a Domme until some small barrier falls away.
Oh, those Stoics. 😛 And the Protestant work ethic!
Through work and suffering you are cleansed. (sigh) I was raised Southern Baptist… before the split, mind you. So I’ve been working real hard on getting rid of some of the more restrictive mindsets from my upbringing.
Tantra has helped a lot with that, btw. 🙂
i dated an SB back in my early 20’s. she really, really wanted to be a missionary. she kept telling me G*d was testing her with me. my reply was always the same…”You flunked another test!”
see, that ‘testing’ idea is right along with the idea that all suffering is to be borne in silence… it’s all a test! (why do I picture Admiral Akbar saying “It’s a trap!”)…
sigh. It’s not a test, people. It’s more like a theme park with fun rides…
alas! my marriage was like a theme park with long lines & only the fun house was open. lol
oh no!
on the one hand, that sounds horrible.
on the other hand, that’s really funny. lol!