#domestic

Woman was domesticated so that man could be tamed. When will we unite and rise up against the livestock? ↗

— Bauvard

#domesticity #funny #humor #livestock #love

Okay?” Even if she deserved to be punished, he always let her know he cared about her. ↗

— Starla Kaye

#domestic-discipline #erotic-romance #romance #spanking #bdsm

Europe has a long and tragic history of mostly domestic terrorism. ↗

— Gijs de Vries

#europe #history #long #mostly #terrorism

We have domesticated God's transcendence. We often learn about God at about the same time as we are learning about Santa Claus; but our ideas about Santa Claus change, mature and become more nuanced, whereas our ideas of God can remain at a rather infantile level. ↗

— Karen Armstrong

#become #change #claus #domesticated #god

Nothing is more fallacious than wealth. It is a hostile comrade, a domestic enemy. ↗

— John Chrysostom

#domestic #enemy #fallacious #hostile #more

We decided that how we react to and treat those fellow mortals, wild and domestic, tells us more about ourselves than, perhaps, some of us want to know. ↗

— Nick Clooney

#decided #domestic #fellow #how #know

Everything in our foreign and domestic policy is a question of issue for the American people to vote on. ↗

— John Dingell

#american people #domestic #domestic policy #everything #foreign

Domestic goddesses have infiltrated everybody's lives and raised the bar way too high. ↗

— Daisy Donovan

#domestic #everybody #goddesses #high #lives

And it was back in the mid-1980s, and as I point out in a piece, that was when we are spending about eight percent of our gross domestic product on health care. And even then, we had the impression that so much of the excessive, aggressive medical treatment that took place at the end of life was not only unnecessary but it was cruel. ↗

— Richard Dooling

#aggressive #back #care #cruel #domestic

For the Wife Beater's Wife With blue irises her face is blossomed. Blue Circling to yellow, circling to brown on her cheeks. The long bone of her jaw untracked She hides in our kitchen. He sleeps it off next door. Her chicken legs tucked under her She's frantic with lies, animated Before the swirling smoke. On her cigarette she leaves red prints, red Like a cut on the white cup. Like a skin she pulls her sweater around her. She's cold, She brings the cold in with her. In our kitchen she hides. He sleeps it off next door, his great Belly heaving with booze. Again and again she tells the story As if the details ever changed, As if blows to the face were somehow Different beating to beating. We reach for her but can't help. She retreats into her cold love of him And looks across the table at us As if across a sea. Next door he claws out of sleep. She says she thinks she'll do something After all, with her hair tonight. ↗

— Bruce Weigl

#domestic #domestic-abuse #domestic-violence #poetry #violence