Dalton C. Brink
2012/06/21 § Leave a Comment
On the themes of slut and the last word
Let us now contemplate the first slut.
We’re not talking the woman practicing promiscuity before the notion of woman as property was instilled, that doesn’t count, we’re talking the first woman to go against the standard of submission for the sole purpose of her own pleasure.
I keep picturing our slut in a cave with a bush hairy enough to rival the mastodon coat she wears.
And she probably did wear a mastodon coat, because she was the first wealthy woman in the history of existence. Her cave was decorated with gifts of grateful Cavemen from miles around, gifts of baby seal fur and Saber teeth.
Art was created out of the necessity to impress her; ancient cave paintings, the deer running from the arrow wielding figures were cave men trying to explain to her what they had to offer. Our slut bathed in the height of cave dwelling culture.
And I’m sure she never had to lift a finger for food or water. She was the best fed among all, a bit overweight by our standards, you could say she was built like a brick shithouse. Cavemen loved em thick.
Cavewomen gossiped about her in their fireless holes while their men poked their heads into the warm cave of the slut. They jealously chattered away in their children’s ears about how she was the cause of their hunger and cold, and this negative cogitation has carried with us ever since.
I think I read someplace that the after sex cigarette was invented directly through contact with our slut.
She changed the world forever by indirectly inventing the wheel, as word of her skills spread to neighboring Cavemen who needed a faster route to her cave.
Our slut set the rules behind the scenes, thereby setting the standard for all politics that forever follow.
Bush was her fault. Obama was her fault. It’s her fault I’m an anarchist.
Misunderstood high school students, confused midlife crisisians, and unhappily married cougars by the millions are still benefiting from her endeavors.
Hotel Finlen (with Michael Earl Craig)
Dalton C Brink dropped out of the Navy where he studied nuclear engineering. From Memphis, he traveled to Bozeman, MT. Dalton founded/runs the DIY arts venue-The Cottonwood. He’s the singer/songpenner for Numbers and the author of three books of poetry and a novel, Finis and The Light Echoes. www.daltoncbrink.weebly.com.