Strangely enough, I have never lost my feminine, modern, Mayan or otherwise.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'd have to go back a quite a ways in my genetic history to find a link to the Mayans. And I attended one too many pagan-Goddess-mentrual-cycle-Earth-goddess-reclaim-your-cunt circle in college (2, precisely) to know that my sense of the absurd is too pragmatic to not piss the sincere off.
It truly works for some people, but the typical Run-With-The-Wolves trappings do not work for me. YMMV. (And not knocking most pagans, y'all; I gained some good perspectives from it, but I'm not cut out for organized religion of any stripe.)
The Mayans were not into vajazzling, but they were pioneers in the ancient art of psychedelic suppositories. I'm not making this up....
Oh, man, I just embarrassed myself thoroughly. Something one of the developers said made me launch into telling the story of Goldilocks, WITH VOICES, and then...I completely forgot how it ended. And the two American-raised people in the area couldn't help me either. So I feel less bad, but the guy I was talking to stormed off and wouldn't finish the discussion.
Huh. I don't know either -- now that I think of it, all I can remember is a lot of "too THIS" and "too THAT" and "JUST RIGHT" and then the bears come home and chaos and happily ever after. It's like the underwear gnomes snuck in between chaos and happily.
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed! And there she is!"
And then the bears eat Goldilocks?
She runs into the woods and is never seen again. It's not a memorable ending.
Wow. Well, it's a story with one hell of a middle half, anyway.
Yeah, you'd think the middle would be too long or too short, but it's just right.
Or maybe she is never seen again by the bears because she just goes home. It's unclear.
