Went for a walk this morning. The weather was nice, the walk through the labyrinth was meditative, and things were fine until later that morning.
Dear Aphrodite, I am in a loving but celibate marriage, and I'm tired of the celibacy bit.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
The problem with allowing Aphrodite in your life is relearning what "love" is.
I've mistaken sex for love. Again.
No, I haven't gone on the prowl. I read fanfic last nioght - stuff's as bad as romance novels. Instead of an escape, it's a reminder. No sex in my life = no love.
Yeah, sex can be an aspect of love. But I don't feel "complete" without it.
I've mistaken sex for love. Again.
No, I haven't gone on the prowl. I read fanfic last nioght - stuff's as bad as romance novels. Instead of an escape, it's a reminder. No sex in my life = no love.
Yeah, sex can be an aspect of love. But I don't feel "complete" without it.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
It's been a work in progress.
At Litha the women made vows to Athena or Artemis. I was the lone woman making a vow to Aphrodite.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust, pleasure, art, the marketplace. Mother of Eros, mother-in-law to Psyche. Married to Hephastus, tarried with Ares (among others).
So.
She's not a silly plaything. She's not a little fool. I've made mistakes in equating her to the Holy Matchmaking Mama.
She lives in everything. She lives in the women I serve, the women who range from hating their bodies to being mildly annoyed with them.
She lives in us middle-aged farts. She lives in my daughter. She lives ini the fiction I'm attempting to write.
The heroes and heroines in my stories have scars on their bodies, and scars in their memories. But they are made beautiful and sacred by Aphrodite's influence.
At Litha the women made vows to Athena or Artemis. I was the lone woman making a vow to Aphrodite.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust, pleasure, art, the marketplace. Mother of Eros, mother-in-law to Psyche. Married to Hephastus, tarried with Ares (among others).
So.
She's not a silly plaything. She's not a little fool. I've made mistakes in equating her to the Holy Matchmaking Mama.
She lives in everything. She lives in the women I serve, the women who range from hating their bodies to being mildly annoyed with them.
She lives in us middle-aged farts. She lives in my daughter. She lives ini the fiction I'm attempting to write.
The heroes and heroines in my stories have scars on their bodies, and scars in their memories. But they are made beautiful and sacred by Aphrodite's influence.
Friday, January 31, 2014
THE HORRORS OF IT ALL: Swamp Horror
THE HORRORS OF IT ALL: Swamp Horror: If you keyword search "swamp" in the THOIA Archive you'll find a bunch of stories set in said saturated Soggsville. They'...
I laffed.
I laffed.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
It's Xmess Eve. Paul, Louis and Frieda are sick with the same shit I had earlier this week.
I'm listening to "Welcome to Night Vale." Hope the mysterious hooded figures will overlook my blog. I hope Cecil and Carlos' beautiful hair will hook up soon.
Longest, darkest night of the year. Lunar eclipse; it's supposed to be visible here.
I'm listening to "Welcome to Night Vale." Hope the mysterious hooded figures will overlook my blog. I hope Cecil and Carlos' beautiful hair will hook up soon.
Longest, darkest night of the year. Lunar eclipse; it's supposed to be visible here.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
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