a mother, making food for her children and family. cleaning the house and making it warm and welcoming. i think of sunny afternoons and evenings spent on a front or back porch. and at the end of the day falling asleep knowing you accomplished something
ali
A woman in the fifties and before that (and also now a lot of the time) was simply seen as a source of convenience. As a man, you get married and you get meals, pussy, cleaning, etc. Men who live neat little domestic lives are hard to find but are probably usually good at life I think.
Jeff
The domestic violence spread through the neighborhood like a rapid out of control fire. It burnt bright and red and stung like hell to the touch.
angry and mad someone who can hurt others just because they can sadness from personally problems powerfull strength over others
stik
I don’t just want to be a domestic housewife. I will make something of myself. I will be bold, powerful, beautiful, courageous, something more. I have to be something more. I will not settle for a June Cleaver lifestyle. And I will find a man who can accept and appreciate that in me. A real man.
Emily Beisel
A flight home. From one home to another perhaps, as our lives tend to leave many roots. A domestic flight from one side of the country to another. Watch the fields below of squares and rectangles, perhaps a circle as well.
Rebecca
house. i like my parents house but not mine. actually the only reason why i’m not there is because i was supposed to be a domestic house wife with my ex. asshole. anyways, i want a domestic dog. like a yorkie. they are small cute and i think it would be a good companion. I need one.
Laura Anderson
oh. oops. i forgot this thing was going. uhh. domestic. household. domestic violence. scary. i hope my husband isn’t scary. i want a husband. i want a BOYFRIEND. a cowboy? why can’t i find a good cowboy? i love texas.
taylor
I keep getting this word… I’ve written everything that’s come to mind in simple clips and phrases. But I guess I haven’t addressed what domestic means to me… it’s what I am not save for cooking on occasion.
reiokami
homely household name womanly chore common plain common place
Christine
Domestic. Wow, i have nothing to do with that. This word lurks around corners, everywhere. I’m expected to be domestic as a girl, but I’m not! why can’t i be? is it because everyone wants me to be it, so my inner self resists as much as possible?
beachblue
i have 2 cats that i dearly love, they are domesticated animals, gifts from the God above, and have filled my life with so much joy and happiness. i hope that they will be in heaven when i get there so that we can share more time together. they were both adopted. so much of the world is in need for love. i strive to make my little corner on this earth filled with a reflection of the good the Lord has given us and enjoy the beauty of his creation. i look forward to the day of his return.
gg
no
cat
animals
bob saget
goodbye
Karen
wife what is naturally there. are we fighting that? is it true
is it what should be, should we fight for it. a domestic fight? should i be scared. i dont want a domestic relationship. good and bad.good is we are familiar. always familiar. you know everything around and about that subject. it is a sense of home. a sense of home
home is so important i cant repeat it enough. a domestic animal means an animal you can keep at home. you can keep sassy at home. what makes sassy domestic? her attitude
her surroundings
her awareness
her home.
where is she most comfortable?
lauren
It’s comfortable, sitting on a couch clutching the thing dearest to you and watching the lives go by of the people you love. Cooking and cleaning and living the life of a person you knew but secretly never wanted to be. It kills you inside but it’s what you always wanted and it’s what you can’t live without.
Eilis
Tiled floors and sudsy buckets filled with sudsy soap and filthy rags. I clean your floors, day after day, on my hands and knees. That’s where you like a woman, isn’t it? Down on her knees for whatever task you may deign. But my knees have been rubbed raw, bleeding torn flesh barely covers the bones. Can’t you see? Can’t you see what you’ve done to me? And you told me you’d always love me. You lied.
when i think of what our life is about I think about how everyone wants to be domesticated. Not sure if this is a result of our societal pressures and expectations or if it is innate and something that all people want in general…a feeling of being loved, of being stable, and protected. I think of it as an escape from what are true selves are looking for in life.
katie
Is it cold?
The morning air, crisp. The sun is hiding. I hear ‘Roads’ in my earphones, but not the car that runs the stop sign. Is this song the domestic version?
Wife is a person. You are a goddess. she works in the home all day slaving for men who don’t appreciate it. Children also don’t get the fact that the domestic goddess is the cook, mom, but she will never be domesticated so watch out when she realizes it she will burst onto the scene and take over the world. You can never tell when this will happen. It will be blinding and sudden even the cats will hide and they are pretty resistant creatures. The dog will hide with the hedgehog prickles and all. DOMESTIC GODDESS. Forever. and don’t forget it you guys. We may look quiet but we will not go without a fight. Watch out kids, mommy is evil. She will eat your pop tarts and drink coffee all day when given half the chance. There is no way to stop this insanity just go with the flow. There is no such thing as domesticated women. We have burned our bras and are not afraid to do it again to prove our point. Even the tiger that looks domesticated has claws. We will rake the homestead clean and still have time to shop without ever flinching. We are a multi-talented lot, us domestic goddesses. And don’t you forget it brother. We will tame and domesticate you guys if you are not careful. It is not a pretty picture. Matching socks, tight clothes, eating vegetables, no beer, cleaning laundry all day. Think about it, we rule you drool.
Dee
violence. hurt and brusied. domestic dispute. an arugment that leads to the exchaning of truths. was it worth it? i guess not. the truth is blinding once its out thats all you see
Domestic housewife, domestic keeper, domestic dog. She woke up in the morning and got the kids ready for school. Once they had left, she cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, and washed a window… It only took a couple hours, what else could she do for the rest of the day.
home i love home it reminds me of kids of my family and of my future. it is a word full of connotations and memories.
dee
House wives and beer and violence. Mostly house wives though.
Courtney Thompson
There she was, clad in dark blue jeans and a white button up shirt. She was waiting. Waiting for her life to lighten up. She sat on the kitchen stool silently wishing her old life of no children and no husband to cater and take care of.
Lacey
When I think of this word, I think of the household. My second thought was “domestic animals”, but my first thought was definitely the woman’s role in the household, as a domestic. In this sense, I think of cooking, cleaning, being good at sewing, raising kids, and that sort of thing. 1950’s housewife sort of things.
Melissa M
i would like to be able to say that im domestic. long skirt, sculpted hair, june cleaver type. thats what men like i think. but whenever im with a man, i wear the pants. and i refuse to take them off. somehow i doubt june cleaver even owned pants.
Mister Tangerine
something that has to do with being home oriented…tame…boring…falling into a routine…to be domesticated…kinda blah…it may not always be as bad as it seems.
penny stone
I paced between the sink and the stove. Not certain that I could ever put out that fire. See the stretch was close enough, but just a little too far. Far enough to keep me in my place right between the two.
jessica
a woman. confined. is that what you call her? i say it’s a slave. a term used to encapsulate women to meet your “needs”. domestic. do. mess. tic. it ticks me off. no excuses,
Dana
I think of cats, how they have been demestocated through the years, abnd how only the small cats have been domesticated. We have yet to domesticate tigers or lions we can get along with them if we have them since cubs but not actually demestocate them, i think thta is why we are so attracted to them we can not tame them, much like we can not tame ourselves, we can not tame human nature. There is a part of them in us aching to get out and to be free once more not bound by human society.
Samantha Holmes
domestic means something kept at home . like a domestic animal or sometimes as a joke a domestic husband , that is a stay at home husband . domestic may not especially mean trained it means at home , it may just mean a naughty dog running around instead of listening to your commands that is trained.
shweta
I am domestic. I am not domestic. I see things that goats do not see. I am in the eye of the goat and it makes cheese for the domestics like all of us who are roaming around unsupervised in a dangerous, uninhibited landscape. I am not domestic. Uninhabited uninhibited.
shayne
What is that really? Just something or someone that you live with? I think of my “domestic” house cats, which I no longer have. I miss them but they are being taken care of well. I also think of domestic violence. The amount of violence in this world sickens me. Which is why I would rather think of cats.
Kari Norene
volence, abuse dog, the dom of society liftikng us into our chiasmic sense of self. the domestic human is what an anarchist canot be. For when the anarchist is domesticated, all hope for the new society form is lost.
kelsey
Life at home. Dinner tables with kids and parents and arguing and laughter. Dog hair and barking. Crying children scared of their babysitters. Saturday nights at home playing backgammon and watching a movie.
lisa
Home is where the heart is. The dogs and cats that we own are simply wild animals, domesticated by us, and kept as friendly reminders of other lives. We can never know them.
Chris
Domestic. Home. Felines. Simple, easy, trained. Tame. Partnership, trust, a warm kitchen with apple pie and oven mitts. Cozy, safe, what I want; where I want to be.
Emma
domestic violence is the first thing I think about. All the tv soap operas and the crime shows, it seems as if the world has become a place where this is the norm, this is what the police fight against. It’s sad, and scary. I do not wish to grow up in a world like this, but yet… here I am.
Mackenzie Caldwell
dome
estic
house
cat
wife
home
tamed
plant
policy
violence
human control
pets
livestock
manufacture
household
a mother, making food for her children and family. cleaning the house and making it warm and welcoming. i think of sunny afternoons and evenings spent on a front or back porch. and at the end of the day falling asleep knowing you accomplished something
A woman in the fifties and before that (and also now a lot of the time) was simply seen as a source of convenience. As a man, you get married and you get meals, pussy, cleaning, etc. Men who live neat little domestic lives are hard to find but are probably usually good at life I think.
The domestic violence spread through the neighborhood like a rapid out of control fire. It burnt bright and red and stung like hell to the touch.
angry and mad someone who can hurt others just because they can sadness from personally problems powerfull strength over others
I don’t just want to be a domestic housewife. I will make something of myself. I will be bold, powerful, beautiful, courageous, something more. I have to be something more. I will not settle for a June Cleaver lifestyle. And I will find a man who can accept and appreciate that in me. A real man.
A flight home. From one home to another perhaps, as our lives tend to leave many roots. A domestic flight from one side of the country to another. Watch the fields below of squares and rectangles, perhaps a circle as well.
house. i like my parents house but not mine. actually the only reason why i’m not there is because i was supposed to be a domestic house wife with my ex. asshole. anyways, i want a domestic dog. like a yorkie. they are small cute and i think it would be a good companion. I need one.
oh. oops. i forgot this thing was going. uhh. domestic. household. domestic violence. scary. i hope my husband isn’t scary. i want a husband. i want a BOYFRIEND. a cowboy? why can’t i find a good cowboy? i love texas.
I keep getting this word… I’ve written everything that’s come to mind in simple clips and phrases. But I guess I haven’t addressed what domestic means to me… it’s what I am not save for cooking on occasion.
homely household name womanly chore common plain common place
Domestic. Wow, i have nothing to do with that. This word lurks around corners, everywhere. I’m expected to be domestic as a girl, but I’m not! why can’t i be? is it because everyone wants me to be it, so my inner self resists as much as possible?
i have 2 cats that i dearly love, they are domesticated animals, gifts from the God above, and have filled my life with so much joy and happiness. i hope that they will be in heaven when i get there so that we can share more time together. they were both adopted. so much of the world is in need for love. i strive to make my little corner on this earth filled with a reflection of the good the Lord has given us and enjoy the beauty of his creation. i look forward to the day of his return.
no
cat
animals
goodbye
wife what is naturally there. are we fighting that? is it true
is it what should be, should we fight for it. a domestic fight? should i be scared. i dont want a domestic relationship. good and bad.good is we are familiar. always familiar. you know everything around and about that subject. it is a sense of home. a sense of home
home is so important i cant repeat it enough. a domestic animal means an animal you can keep at home. you can keep sassy at home. what makes sassy domestic? her attitude
her surroundings
her awareness
her home.
where is she most comfortable?
It’s comfortable, sitting on a couch clutching the thing dearest to you and watching the lives go by of the people you love. Cooking and cleaning and living the life of a person you knew but secretly never wanted to be. It kills you inside but it’s what you always wanted and it’s what you can’t live without.
Tiled floors and sudsy buckets filled with sudsy soap and filthy rags. I clean your floors, day after day, on my hands and knees. That’s where you like a woman, isn’t it? Down on her knees for whatever task you may deign. But my knees have been rubbed raw, bleeding torn flesh barely covers the bones. Can’t you see? Can’t you see what you’ve done to me? And you told me you’d always love me. You lied.
when i think of what our life is about I think about how everyone wants to be domesticated. Not sure if this is a result of our societal pressures and expectations or if it is innate and something that all people want in general…a feeling of being loved, of being stable, and protected. I think of it as an escape from what are true selves are looking for in life.
Is it cold?
The morning air, crisp. The sun is hiding. I hear ‘Roads’ in my earphones, but not the car that runs the stop sign. Is this song the domestic version?
Wife is a person. You are a goddess. she works in the home all day slaving for men who don’t appreciate it. Children also don’t get the fact that the domestic goddess is the cook, mom, but she will never be domesticated so watch out when she realizes it she will burst onto the scene and take over the world. You can never tell when this will happen. It will be blinding and sudden even the cats will hide and they are pretty resistant creatures. The dog will hide with the hedgehog prickles and all. DOMESTIC GODDESS. Forever. and don’t forget it you guys. We may look quiet but we will not go without a fight. Watch out kids, mommy is evil. She will eat your pop tarts and drink coffee all day when given half the chance. There is no way to stop this insanity just go with the flow. There is no such thing as domesticated women. We have burned our bras and are not afraid to do it again to prove our point. Even the tiger that looks domesticated has claws. We will rake the homestead clean and still have time to shop without ever flinching. We are a multi-talented lot, us domestic goddesses. And don’t you forget it brother. We will tame and domesticate you guys if you are not careful. It is not a pretty picture. Matching socks, tight clothes, eating vegetables, no beer, cleaning laundry all day. Think about it, we rule you drool.
violence. hurt and brusied. domestic dispute. an arugment that leads to the exchaning of truths. was it worth it? i guess not. the truth is blinding once its out thats all you see
Domestic housewife, domestic keeper, domestic dog. She woke up in the morning and got the kids ready for school. Once they had left, she cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, and washed a window… It only took a couple hours, what else could she do for the rest of the day.
home i love home it reminds me of kids of my family and of my future. it is a word full of connotations and memories.
House wives and beer and violence. Mostly house wives though.
There she was, clad in dark blue jeans and a white button up shirt. She was waiting. Waiting for her life to lighten up. She sat on the kitchen stool silently wishing her old life of no children and no husband to cater and take care of.
When I think of this word, I think of the household. My second thought was “domestic animals”, but my first thought was definitely the woman’s role in the household, as a domestic. In this sense, I think of cooking, cleaning, being good at sewing, raising kids, and that sort of thing. 1950’s housewife sort of things.
i would like to be able to say that im domestic. long skirt, sculpted hair, june cleaver type. thats what men like i think. but whenever im with a man, i wear the pants. and i refuse to take them off. somehow i doubt june cleaver even owned pants.
something that has to do with being home oriented…tame…boring…falling into a routine…to be domesticated…kinda blah…it may not always be as bad as it seems.
I paced between the sink and the stove. Not certain that I could ever put out that fire. See the stretch was close enough, but just a little too far. Far enough to keep me in my place right between the two.
a woman. confined. is that what you call her? i say it’s a slave. a term used to encapsulate women to meet your “needs”. domestic. do. mess. tic. it ticks me off. no excuses,
I think of cats, how they have been demestocated through the years, abnd how only the small cats have been domesticated. We have yet to domesticate tigers or lions we can get along with them if we have them since cubs but not actually demestocate them, i think thta is why we are so attracted to them we can not tame them, much like we can not tame ourselves, we can not tame human nature. There is a part of them in us aching to get out and to be free once more not bound by human society.
domestic means something kept at home . like a domestic animal or sometimes as a joke a domestic husband , that is a stay at home husband . domestic may not especially mean trained it means at home , it may just mean a naughty dog running around instead of listening to your commands that is trained.
I am domestic. I am not domestic. I see things that goats do not see. I am in the eye of the goat and it makes cheese for the domestics like all of us who are roaming around unsupervised in a dangerous, uninhibited landscape. I am not domestic. Uninhabited uninhibited.
What is that really? Just something or someone that you live with? I think of my “domestic” house cats, which I no longer have. I miss them but they are being taken care of well. I also think of domestic violence. The amount of violence in this world sickens me. Which is why I would rather think of cats.
volence, abuse dog, the dom of society liftikng us into our chiasmic sense of self. the domestic human is what an anarchist canot be. For when the anarchist is domesticated, all hope for the new society form is lost.
Life at home. Dinner tables with kids and parents and arguing and laughter. Dog hair and barking. Crying children scared of their babysitters. Saturday nights at home playing backgammon and watching a movie.
Home is where the heart is. The dogs and cats that we own are simply wild animals, domesticated by us, and kept as friendly reminders of other lives. We can never know them.
Domestic. Home. Felines. Simple, easy, trained. Tame. Partnership, trust, a warm kitchen with apple pie and oven mitts. Cozy, safe, what I want; where I want to be.
domestic violence is the first thing I think about. All the tv soap operas and the crime shows, it seems as if the world has become a place where this is the norm, this is what the police fight against. It’s sad, and scary. I do not wish to grow up in a world like this, but yet… here I am.
dome
estic
house
cat
wife
home
tamed
plant
policy
violence
human control
pets
livestock
manufacture
household