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In light of recent developments here, I would like to take a moment to celebrate the word...bowels.
While I have never used the word in any sort of erotic sense (and by the way happen to agree with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kirbycrow on this), bowels seems so...satisfying when discussing things like, say, evisceration, a subject that comes up in conversation fairly often.
What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
Bowels is more...meaty and unsavory than simple entrails, and it is a hell of a lot more satisfying than the wimpy innards or the bland and clinical intestines.
So I think that if you are tearing bloody and ripe sections of intestine from someone's body--picture them as alive or dead at the time as you will--bowels is the way to go. Bowels are also handy places to drive swords or other implements of torture, and they are what spill from a body in long, ropey masses when someone's abdomen is split open.
Sexy? No. Not unless you are Hannibal Lecter wannabe or someone like Clive Barker who can make them beautiful as they are strung through a ribcage to form a monstrous harp. But if you're feeling around for some lovely internal ick, then you know what you want. That's right...bowels.
While I have never used the word in any sort of erotic sense (and by the way happen to agree with
kirbycrow on this), bowels seems so...satisfying when discussing things like, say, evisceration, a subject that comes up in conversation fairly often.What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
Bowels is more...meaty and unsavory than simple entrails, and it is a hell of a lot more satisfying than the wimpy innards or the bland and clinical intestines.
So I think that if you are tearing bloody and ripe sections of intestine from someone's body--picture them as alive or dead at the time as you will--bowels is the way to go. Bowels are also handy places to drive swords or other implements of torture, and they are what spill from a body in long, ropey masses when someone's abdomen is split open.
Sexy? No. Not unless you are Hannibal Lecter wannabe or someone like Clive Barker who can make them beautiful as they are strung through a ribcage to form a monstrous harp. But if you're feeling around for some lovely internal ick, then you know what you want. That's right...bowels.
