No wonder his standard is a rampant boar

[ebonlock]

I've rediscovered an old hero of mine, the Sheriff of Nottingham from the Robin of Sherwood series. I was watching "Alan a Dale" and the scene where he casually gets up out of his bath and orders Sir Guy to towel him, then gives an imperious, "Harder!" made me fall over laughing. He's such a beautifully bitchy man, and the relationship between him and Guy is so delightfully...ambiguous.

I think I'd make a good High Sheriff. I could stalk around Nottingham castle slapping around the staff and ordering my blonde bitch boy to do my bidding. "Towel me dry, boy, I feel a chill coming on. Now shimmy out of that armor and put on the dress, I've a mind to play Wolf's Head and village maid." Hell, I was born for the job. If only I'd been born back then, there really isn't much of a call for imperious, abusive, heavy-handed Norman lords these days. More's the pity.

Of course I'd want a few Hobbits about the place as well *G*

Comments

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I was going to post some lascivious comment here but I can't think of anything to compare to your posting. q:

[murdoch.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. I'm blonde, and apparently look very good in a dress. Not sure about that "bitch boy" thing, though...

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[ebonlock.livejournal.com]

LOL, well let me see what I can do about obtaining a big drafty castle and an appointment by the King to keep order in a small English county and I think we're all set!

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[ebonlock.livejournal.com]

Yay, I win! *G*

[murdoch.livejournal.com]

You know, you can get big drafty Victorian houses with turrets around here... kind of like a wooden castle. And, one can keep order in a very small country, known as the sovereign state of The Back Yard: "Off with you, foul feline intruder! Stealing from those rich with fish and other tasty bits and giving to the poor - bah!".

Appointment by a king might be tough. How about a queen? We have no shortage of queens in the area, and I know several that just love giving people orders.

Ah, the Bay Area

[purchasemonkey.livejournal.com]

   Ah, the wonders of being a displaced Southerner in the Bay Area. Living on military bases amidst Southerners and cornfed hicks as a kid, I was the flaming hippie liberal weirdo. Now that I live 'round hyeah, I'm a Puritanical fascist.

   A (female) friend of mine wrote me in e-mail recently, "I'm not into girls, never have been, except for of course the obligatory experimentation around age 16 or so." Yeah, everybody experiments with homesexuality around age 16, it's obligatory. You'd have to be some kind of freak not to have. This, plus all the friends of mine who feel the need to share about how they treat their sub's and which leather accoutrements they purchased at the Ye Olde Deviant Faire this week always makes me feel like the son of a preacher man or something (I'm an atheist, for those who don't know me well).

   Still, I've lived here for 13 years, so recently, when I gave a friend of a friend a ride home from a party, she was telling me about her pre-op status and her relationship with her Dom mistress and the mistress' husband and baby-on-the-way (and this being the Bay Area, about managing a web design firm). She asked me a little about my background, and then said it was nice to live 'round here where people weren't judgmental, and thanked me for being nice. My inner reply was, "I've gotten things stranger than you free with my breakfast cereal."

   And I have. =)

   In any case, I simply added all this ramble to the point of, "Degenerates! You're all degenerates!"

   Thank you. Rant off.

=) This message smiley-captioned for the sarcasm-impaired. =)