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THIS is How You Name a Sexual Aid Company After an Ancient Goddess

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Hathor Aphrodisia premium lubricants

image posted because I LOVE the design work on this logo

No, really, Athena doesn’t care about your sex life.

While I’m at it, The “Eroscillator” brand sure is expensive —I find this appropriate, especially considering all the graphics illustrating the superior design, and not to mention the goldtone of everything (and not to mention an actual gold-plated Eroscillator), I just can’t afford any of it.

And I gotta give props to Pjur brand’s Eros line of lubes; the Power Cream is honestly the best thing I’ve ever used.

Painter David Ligare

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I get a lot of odd searches leading people here. Since my Adonis post, I’ve gotten more people finding this site on an Adonis search than an Eros search, which makes me feel like a failure as Eros’ devoted, at least if I think about it too much.

My site stats fascinate me —not necessarily out of ego (I hope), but because I like to see what kinds of things get people interested in this blog —not necessarily with the goal of changing my posting habits to gain hits, oh no (if that were the case, I’d simply post more often) but because of just human curiosity. What is it about one post that seems to attract people here more than posts I consider so much better, more worthy? Since so few people leave me comments, I have stats to go by.

To those of you unfamiliar with WordPress, basically WordPress automatically does your stat-counts, search queries, etc…, and if you have a privately-hosted WP-based blog (like this one), you can download the JetPack for WordPress.com account connectivity and benefits —this includes stats.

So, I noticed a search today that confused me. It’s my top search keywords for today, and I have no idea why:

“david ligare”

I searched Wikipedia, hoping for some insight, and I’ve discovered that he’s a painter of the Neoclassical school, who cites as influences on his art Polykleitos and Pythagoras. He also has a website.

I have no idea what pointed people here with that search (I know a lot of people get here via Adonis on a Google image search —I decided to test that for science, once), as I don’t recall ever having heard of him, and an image search tells me I don’t have any of his work on here (nor even my home computer). I did find these paintings though, and figured I’d share, in hopes of directing more people to his site:

Landscape with Eros and Endymion, David Ligare, year uncertain

Archer, David Ligare, 1991

Adorations of Eros

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I adore you, patron of Thespiai.
I adore you, heart of Boeotia.
I adore you, keeper of the gymnasia at Ellis.
I adore you, guardian of the Academy at Athens.

I adore you First-Born.
I adore you son of Nyx.
I adore you irresistible boy.
I adore you tender youth.

I adore you Liberator.
I adore you far-shooter.
I adore you light-bringer.
I adore you thunderer.

I adore you, Eris’ Yang.
I adore you companion to Aphrodite.
I adore you kin of Psykhe, Moirai.
I adore you challenger of Apollon.

I adore you, who makes Gods into fools.
I adore you, who is fairest of Them all.
I adore you, who runs the path of fire.
I adore you, who makes Zephyros breath quiver.

I adore you dual-natured god.
I adore you pain-inducer.
I adore you brother of Thanatos.
I adore you blinding ephebe.

I adore you random shooter.
I adore you fair roller-coaster.
I adore you sponge of all emotion.
I adore you fuel of passion.

I adore you life-bringer.
I adore you seed within the egg of Nyx.
I adore you seed within all eggs.
I adore you germination.

I adore you of infinite improbability.
I adore you force of creation.
I adore you static evolving one.
I adore you, He of fluid nature.

I adore you beloved of Psykhe.
I adore you beloved of Ganymedes.
I adore you beloved of Aphrodite.
I adore you beloved of Narkissos.

I adore you, who captures butterflies.
I adore you, who attends flowers.
I adore you, who can polish lead into gold.
I adore you, who can tarnish gold into lead.

I adore you, midnight blue born of Nyx.
I adore you, watery blue companion of Aphrodite.
I adore you, sky blue friend of Olympos’ throne.
I adore you, unobtainable blue of the rose.

I adore you, softness of lips on my cheek.
I adore you, hardness of phallos between my legs.
I adore you, piercing bite.
I adore you, inviting caress.

I adore you, who gives fragrance to quince.
I adore you, who gives vibrations to music.
I adore you, who gives taste to a lover’s skin.
I adore you, who gives beauty to those who can see it.

I adore you loosener of limbs.
I adore you shaker of hair.
I adore you whiplash of flagella.
I adore you who moves in spite of binds.

I adore you, gift of Khaos.
I adore you, guide to Kosmos.
I adore you, who breaks up the void.
I adore you, unites the plurality.

I really really wanted to add more lines to this, if only cos so many of the “adorations” posts had much more. But this is where I feel in my heart it is best to stop.

Ακιδαλια

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ACIDA′LIA, a surname of Venus (Virg. Aen. i. 720), which according to Servius was derived from the well Acidalius near Orchomenos, in which Venus used to bathe with the Graces; others connect the name with the Greek akides, i. e. cares or troubles.

I was looking through epithets for this post, to see if there was something specific to Boeotia that hasn’t been touched on a thousand times before, and this really struck me. It struck me in the same way that the famous Praxitelian Eros of Thespiai described centuries after it ceased drawing crows from all over the Hellenosphere as “Love as Suffering”.

How often is it that love leaves us troubled and shattered? Conflicted? Paranoid?

This is further why I reject the modern syncretisation of Aphrodite with Eirene, as love seldom brings peace on even a personal level, so whoever first assumed it could bring peace on a global level clearly doesn’t strike me as one who has ever been in love.

Even requited love is not without its heartache, and the Moirai have left us with no shortage of evidence of lovers who die young, lovers who fall out of love with us, lovers who hurt us in all sorts of ways.

…and if not directly, trouble comes indirectly: Relationships with friends are all too often forever changed, the approval or disproval of family members has been the subject of many a thesis, for some of us our work suffers, and for others our art suffers. Love can be a distraction, and some have suggested that a key element to intellectual brilliance is to remain unloved, or to never fall in love.

To far too many people I’ve known, there appears no real evolutionary advantage to our wide range of emotions, and if not for other traits, they imagine our emotions would’ve been so distracting that we’d at least be further down on the food chain. I reject this notion, and suggest that for as troublesome as our emotions are, they have saved us just as much. The only other species that comes close to displaying near the range of emotion as human beings is the elephant, so advanced in its emotional development that it’s the only creature aside from humans that has rituals for its dead, and it will extend this ritual to humans who have lived around them for years — but I digress. Without this wide scope of feeling, our pre-historic ancestors would’ve been less inclined to look out for our young and familial adults, reducing the power and safety of numbers, whereas a lion is no more likely to protect members of her pride than she is to just let them go to a larger animal on the attack. Pigs are lauded as fairly intelligent, but even if in packs, are pretty much out for only their own hides. Even whales don’t go to the lengths to protect their young and others of their species that human beings do. It’s our emotions which save us from outside threats, from each-other, and from ourselves, so clearly the trouble is worth it.