Sometimes I am small (it’s more often referred to as being little, but I prefer ‘small’) and while it doesn’t happen terribly often, it’s a pretty cool place to be. It’s been happening more often over the last few years. Very occasionally that’s in a (safe and consensual) sexual headspace, but more often it’s just as part of everyday life: when I’m tired, or curious, or working through something in counselling. I revert to being about six years of age.
Today is day six of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the focus today is WRATH. Anger, fury – the passion of rage.
What can you do when there’s wrath coursing through your veins? The slow burn has reached incandescence? I tend to reach for sharp instruments – and wield them on myself. Teeth, fingernails, porcupine quills, hat-pins, even scalpels. Put them to my skin and the ire melts away.