Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Under Control, an Underfable

          Under Control

          Once upon a time, a Sexual Moralist crept up toward the goddess Aphrodite while she slept. He slapped handcuffs onto the love-goddess, her left hand to his right hand, her right hand to his left hand.
          The goddess awoke. She looked down, and she cooed, “Ooo, bondage! How kinky!” She rose to her full height; and as he dangled high in the air, she willed that there be chains leading from her hands to his feet, his back, his head, his buttocks and his man-part.
Aphrodite made him dance a merry jig, and she exclaimed, “What a clever little puppet!”

Moral: To control is to be under control.

Comment: I wrote this Underfable after contemplating the spectacle of sexual moralism, which cycles from puritanism to libertinism and back and forth and back again; an oscillation endowed with a passionate energy suspiciously similar to the sexual act itself.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Getting His Gloat; an Underfable

          Getting His Gloat

          Once upon a time, a Villain tied a Hero to the target of his Death-Ray Machine. The Villain paused to gloat at the Hero in his clutches. He laughed in the Hero’s face.
The Villain spoke at great length of his greatness and his destiny, and of the Hero’s inferiority and imminent doom. The Hero listened politely, but eventually he rolled his eyes and said, eroHe
“Get on with it!”
          The Villain nodded, then turned around to trigger the Death Ray. But as he turned his back, the Hero slipped out of his bonds, for he had untied the knots before the Villain’s rant started, and had been waiting for it to end.
          The Villain turned back and saw that the Hero had gotten clean away. The Villain said, “Curses!”

          Moral: Whatever you’re doing, please do it.

Friday, September 22, 2017