Saturday, October 16, 2010

A sword fighting she devil

That's what I've decided to become. After finally healing from a long  term injury that left me bed bound and uselessly staring up at the ceiling for almost a year I've decided that this shall be my project. I need something  to keep my interest going in this world, a reason to engage in a full physical sense and I believe this might be it.

It's not about the giant boobs and chain mail bikinis, nor the stupid armor that covers nothing that has me interested. Thats all part of a fantasy world I'm not interested in joining. I have my own fantasies, thank you.

No, it's about getting my blood pumping, my mind and muscles working and interacting with other human beings on a semi regular basis.

It's also about self defense. Nice girls are taught to rely on some creep to conveniently not move while aiming a knee at his balls, so that they can run when he's down. After recently encountering a number of creeps while walking home late at night I much prefer the idea of holding my ground and having the creep flee from my awesome umbrella/sword skills. Who wants to be a "nice girl" anyway? I've done that for 30 years now and quite frankly I'm over it.

I'm a crap runner anyway.

BTW I'm so sick of being told by the pop culture media that bad girls, the ones with a sense of self worth and a bit of personal sexual freedom/power, are going to come to a really bad end. Look at it in most films. Bad girls often get the shit kicked out of them physically or emotionally and they are lucky if they make it out of the film/book/tv show/porn alive. What the hell is with that?

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