Injustice, The Gods among us [De iniustitia Deorum in nobis:] – ep. 5

Respect me for my mind, and my body

Respiciunt mihi animam meam et corpus meum

It’s easy to appreciate and respect the sexiness of a woman without crossing the border into weird, creepy, or sexually deviant. If you’re not a weirdo or a perv, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

Kirstjen’s hair lengthens into a mopp as her Marion Crane gives way to an Alice Quinn. It’s the wurm variation, formally Alice W Quinn, which she only sports on the TV show—i.e., she slips on her thins and her wurms. A normal Alice Quinn, formally Alice Quinn, would have been thins for the transformation, no changeout for the careys. The girl misses wearing her barbwire garters almost as much as she misses being a she-male. But, she’s due on the set today, and she must look the part of the template’s namesake. A Noom gone SLOOTH—i.e., an expression of this girl with the LGBTQ look and the centrist role of a Kyrsten Sinema.

Tellingly. Kirstjen’s barbed cat-o-nine-tails is baited with flesh-rending fish hooks. It’s the same whip used by an extremist order of cloistered enchantress nuns, for the daily atonement of their sins, sins both real and imagined, and for pleasuring themselves. An hour each morning spent atoning for sins they might commit and for pleasuring themselves. An hour each night spent atoning for sins they did commit and for pleasuring themselves. An order so far out there right wing, that the ultra-conservative Bene Gesserits are leftwing progressives in comparison. For a short while, before the Voodoo priestess became too radical for even them [i.e., her bad juju too twisted for even the twisted sisters], Dame Helen Mirren was a member of that radical Catholic Order. An Order that bioengineered the facehugger, and uses it in place of prohibited sex acts and to further enhance the pleasure derived from allowed sexual activities including masturbation. An Order simply known as Nameless.

Kirstjen’s cilice of choice, these days, is still either a horsehair hospital gown or a hospital gown fashioned from a burlap sack. Both brief, itchy gowns are immodest, to say the least. Garments right at home in D&H (degradation and humiliation) porn flicks. This self-flagellation “outfit” is her twisted prequel to the inevitable. Corporal mortification. The atonement for sins and for pleasure through self-flagellation and the cilice, which is bleeding into her early-morning and her late-night “workouts”.

A cilice, also known as a sackcloth, was originally a garment or undergarment made of coarse cloth, burlap, or animal hair (e.g., a hairshirt) worn close to the skin. It is used by members of various Christian traditions, including some communicants of the Anglican, Catholic, Lutheran, Methodist, and Scottish Presbyterian Churches, as a self-imposed means of repentance and mortification of the flesh. For practitioners so inclined, it is often worn during the Christian penitential season of Lent, especially on Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, and other Fridays of the Lenten season.

Cilices were originally made from sackcloth or coarse animal hair so they would irritate the skin. Other features were added to make cilices more uncomfortable, such as thin wires or twigs. In modern religious circles, cilices are simply any device worn for the same purposes.

She looks forward to returning to her apartment and being able to do things to herself. And being able to look the way she wants to. She’ll go back to doing a Marion Crane with all the options [thicks, not thins], and plaintive makeup—i.e., a Mildred Huff. In ways and means, Kirstjen is, for all intents and purposes, a Witch with a Hag fixation. WoH. Harpy centric. Racially, she’s Noom, of course—i.e., a Niffin trapped in a human body. Stronger, faster, faster healing, and more durable than a normal human, but a human nonetheless. A human who’s, at times, is Goonish and Harpy-ish. A human capable of feats of magic that only a Niffin can exceed.