#metaphore

“When the Monsters come from outside, they’re Right-wing Films, when they come from within, they’re Left-wing films.”

And be happy I started 2 minutes late

But it was actually more like 10 minutes late

And I can’t be sad about it

And I need to be happy

Nervous as a tap dancer in a mine field.

The dark sky was studded with stars like the diamonds on a rich woman's neck.

Her cheeks burned like a sunbathing vampire.

The trees clinked like so many wind chimes as the breeze knocked their ice covered boughs together.

The city was a true beast. Skyscrapers clawed at the sky and roads twisted amongst the buildings like the blood vessels of the monster. Cars whooshed past on the street like steady breaths,

Her head went fuzzy like an old TV losing signal.

The damaged ceiling groaned like it had eaten too much taco bell.

The thought flashed through her mind like the imprint of lightning on the eyes.

Her ribs shrieked like an irate peacock at the movement.

And lastly! A not-actually-a-simile

She was filled with enough anxiety to kill a cow.

I peel away strips of waxen skin,

And split open your delicate body,

To relish on your hidden treasure,

Of rubies and juice and blood.

I plunge my fingers in your soft flesh

And smile as your burst against my skin,

Staining me red with your sweet blood,

Marking me with your love,

An eternal declaration and reminder.

I place you in my famished mouth,

And chew on your succulent entrails

Just to feel you pop against my teeth

And slide down my throat,

I savour your sweetness with passion.

You make a mess of my person,

As I desperately dig for a last morsel of you

To place in my mouth and enjoy,

To feel full, replenished and satisfied

Of you, your blood, your flesh,

To feel my fingers sticky with your juices,

To feel my skin smothered in your love,

To lick your sweetness from my lips,

And forever be haunted by a sour after-taste,

When it is all over,

That only you can erase,

By coming back to me,

And allowing me to plunge my fingers,

In your willing body,

And quench my hunger for you.

One of the gifts, or curses, of being a Star Trek fan, and especially a Lower Decks fan, is that I now frequently see, hear, and read things as though they were phrases in Tamarian (the aliens who's language his composed of communicating through stories/metaphors, for example "Shaka, when the walls fell" refers to a disaster, while "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra" refers to enemies working together against a common threat).

Originally introduced in Star Trek: The Next Generation's "Darmok", though Lower Decks has really leaned into the idea since. They've sometimes been referred to as the aliens who speak in memes.

So now, I often think of how things would sound or how you might say something or use an event to mean something in Tamarian.

For example, a while back I posted this painting, by 19th/early 20th century gay Jewish painter Simeon Solomon:

(Image from Wikipedia)

The title, Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene, immediately struck me as sounding exactly like how one might say "Lesbians" in Tamarian.

Or a post I saw today on Spoutible, which referred to "Putin, bare chested, on his horse" - which I immediately thought sounds like how you'd say "fascist dictator" (or alternately "small dick energy") in Tamarian.