I’m Glad Someone Remembers

Hot pagan sex and lustful gods and ancient wolf goddesses and potential marriage and more sex and more than a little crazed giddy divine animal blood sacrifice.

All followed by some nice light whippings administered by nearly naked grinning boy-men, casual flagellations by goat-skin, some joyful thrashing in the name of fertility and purity and, you know, sex. Ahh, Valentine’s Day.

Lovely thoughts from Mark Morford, online columnist for SFGate, AKA the San Francisco Chronicle.

Have a wonderful and safer-sex three-day orgy of a weekend. Remember that the margarita enemas he mentions are a bad idea. (Death by alcohol poisoning — tends to ruin the party.) On the other hand, get out the floggers and have a wonderful time.

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