Aphrodite blames Hephaestus for her red, white and blue coloured mucus that runs from her nose in this her latest cold. Her body is covered in it and she fears patriotic wars will be fought over her. After all she is the goddess of love and great festivals are made in her honour. More
Aphrodite blames Hephaestus for her red, white and blue coloured mucus that runs from her nose in this her latest cold. Her body is covered in it and she fears patriotic wars will be fought over her. After all she is the goddess of love and great festivals are made in her honour.
In Greek mythology, Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and sexual desire. It was said that she was born of the seminal fluids that flowed from the severed genitals of Uranus. She is the most beautiful of all the female gods and her love is most desired. Many gods and mortals have loved her, and she has equally loved in return. She was risen brilliant from turbulent foam, and her home is her cupule scallop shell in which she stands, and in which she lays when she is exhausted from love. And while she is gone celebrations of her beauty and erotic powers are held in annual heterosexual festivals. Many a mortal woman imagines she is Aphrodite herself, and soon and without hesitation, the women join with their Adonis men and together they celebrate human love and passion. Their witnesses the eunuchs are delighted, because they see in the bedrooms the beginnings of many a loving and stable family.
When she is feeling good Aphrodite’s pure, sensual body stands high on the seas waves for the entire world to see. In doing this she sets fire to the rages of the gods who powerless to inhibit her. These are the sea storms that surround her, and which in frustration are blown by the gods toward coastlines. Of course she is a female; one who carries with her the normal womanly functions and vulnerabilities fertile females must bear. She is menstrual, which she discreetly manages with absorbent inserts supplied by the goddess Med, and her beginning menopausal hot flushes are controlled through natural medication supplied by the god Vulcan, as are her menstrual cramps. But she also suffers from severe colds which cause her the most grief. When one thinks about it her colds are quite logical, since she was born of the sea and she spends a lot of time on it or above it. True, her naked body has certain godly powers of resilience and robustness, and she has the innards of flawless pearl, but these colds really get to her for she is sniffling constantly and her nose runs, and there is no shelf room in her shell for tissues.
But from her latest cold her nose is running more liberally than ever, and she finds her body covered in the tri-colours of red, white and blue - the colours of patriotic fervour. How could this be! An unknown force has turned her body into a masculine canvas! She admits she has done great wrongs in her past; her own jealousy has caused a few wars, but to have to pay with patriotic colours! She is never patriotic, and this is her concern. The only flag is her skin. Patriotism is a difficult enough concept to understand, for citizens let alone Aphrodite. She must therefore investigate the cause and seek a cure, before her cinema eyed admirers turn away from her and apply their loving gazes to Psyche instead.