We really should bring back festivals like Lupercalia. I wonder why the lashing of girls to ensure their fertility by boys with thongs cut from sacrificed goats went out of fashion. February 15th just ain't the same since this festival ceased to be celebrated.
Everyone’s having sex except you, well it certainly feels that way right now. I'm far too busy or perhaps I'm just to lazy to have a one night stand let alone a 'relationship' at the moment. Maybe I'll just have to daydream about whipping girls with bloody strips of goatflesh.
Labels: Sex
