Thursday, March 26, 2009

Serena Joy: the name I chose over my birthgiven one, Pam. I sit here, sometimes stand, in my sitting room, maybe unrustle my blue dress, and think, just to pass time. Not too much, however, or I might give myself a brain hemorrage, over how being married to Fred once was my happiness, and now might as well be my punishment. Every night, while I lay in bed, I dose off into the intimate nights he and I spent, and I am full of joy. But the momentary happiness is replaced when the Handmaid, in her overpowering red dress, walks into the room, and takes my place with Fred, and he doesn't do a thing to stop her...

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  2. Handmaids are useless, to an extent. However, to fully estimate how useless they may be we only have to let them go and do their daily activites, and observe their attitudes. A whorish attitude.

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  3. Is it not you who conceals your true identity?
    Does Serena Joy make you feel as though your life, masked by a veil, is a product of your own will?

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  4. ^^^^^^^^^^^

    That was me
    Logged into wrong blogger...thing.

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