The Devil’s Do
I made a comment, a short time ago, about the devil being female as opposed to the popular male-like figure. This, off-the-cuff statement has apparently, raised the hackles of some of the ladies that read my little articles and anecdotes, (well, at least I have readers). Bless you ladies but, before you burn me at the stake, allow me to make this plea in my defense.
I’m not sure, exactly, what other people see on the movie screen in their minds when they think of the devil, but if I can accept popular art and cave drawings, as fact, I just may be able to draw a few conclusions.
There are, of course, the ever-popular naked, masculine figure with severe sunburn and a tail complete with an arrowhead on the tip, horns, of course, and no apparent fixture denoting sex. (Hmm, that would be a hell of a way to live, dontcha think?)
Other variations include a half man, half beast configuration with four hoofed feet and two arms; a hairy beast with two legs and two arms and so forth and so on. Most of these, of course, are evil looking, frightening creatures that would cause most of us to wet our pants, if we actually met them tête-à-tête. Add a meaner than mean personality, that is meant to scare us into submission and drag us kicking and screaming all the way to hell.
On the other hand there is the comical little devil, much like ASU’s mascot Sparky. These lighthearted variations are mere inventions of our psyche, just to make us feel better about going to hell. (Oh my! The Devil you say?)
In my case, the Devil has a completely different persona. She has sparkling blue eyes and wears blue jeans that start at her curvaceous hips and stop just above her tiny feet. The open toed sandals are dainty and feminine, revealing toes coated in a soft pink and ankles strong enough to raise her up on her toes, just enough to look me in the eyes. Her firm breasts would, unintentionally of course, respond to the cool air and show through the cotton T-shirt, she is wearing which is tied in a knot above her waist enough to show a flat belly and an inviting navel. A turned up little nose, with a spray of freckles across it and her somewhat, full lips would have a natural demure smile that never seems to vanish from her face. And when you give the Devil her do, you fix her hair with the proper messed up look and an appropriate amount of blond streaks that blend in perfectly with the soft brown.
All of this would be packaged in such a way, that she would be gorgeous and innocent looking at the same time. My heart would stop when she approached, my male hormones would react in an obvious visual way, when she got close enough to touch me. And when she said “Hi”… I would melt like butter in Hell; speaking of which, she would take me by the hand and walk me right through the gates of Hades without a word of protest coming from my throat. Even if I tried it wouldn’t get past my lips, which would probably be pressed to hers.
All of this being said, maybe you will understand when I say the Devil is female and she’s on my back. My opinion is this, the Devil won’t come and scare you to hell... she’ll charm you into it.
