Hello, My Beauties!
I mentioned a few weeks ago that I’m curating a collection of sex toys that are spectacular for exploring your desires with Desireforpassion.com. The collection goes live on February 20th (That’s tomorrow).
It looks like I finally found a use for all that theatre training I endured as a wee Stagg. There was a time when I thought perhaps acting was my gig-of-choice. Big NOPE on that score. But last week I was elbow deep in creating unboxing videos for my collection and learned that those skills came in handy.
Stay tuned because the fun begins tomorrow!
I hate being wrong any longer than I have to be, which is why I want to send a shout out to Aimee Maroux (@AimeeMaroux on Twitter). Ms. Maroux is a talented author of erotica steeped in mythology (especially the Greek variety, so of course I adore her). She’s got smarty-smarts and pointed out that The Art of Love (Ars Amatoria) is satire in form AND subject matter.
I had thought that the satiric nature of Ovid’s work was limited to the form he chose for his exploration of love. The poetic structure he used to write The Art of Love (Ars Amatoria) was one that was typically used for more solemn subjects.
“The Ars Amatoria presents itself as a didactic poem in the manner of Virgil’s Georgics. But if we expect it to be solemn and improving, we will from the start be confounded. Its subject is neither farming nor military tactics, hunting, horsemanship, seafaring, rhetoric, or any other practical and socially useful activity.”
Excerpt From: Ovid, James Michie & David Malouf. “The Art of Love.” Apple Books.
It turns out that Ovid might not be that big of a gross jerk.
Still, the description of raping virgins skeeved me enough that I walked away from the book for a bit (hence why I’m not moving onto The Satyricon this week). After some thought, I decided that I want to give The Art of Love (Ars Amatoria) a read as satire and see if it made a difference in how I processed Ovid’s work.
*shrugs and takes a sip of tea* The goofy rhyming couplets are far more impactful as a way of furthering the satiric nature of the work for a more modern audience. Good on you for a thoughtful translation, James Michie. It also makes me feel worlds better to imagine that Ovid was calling attention to the cringe-worthy behavior of his contemporaries.
It’s depressing to know that the entitlement that drives today’s unsolicited dick-pics and disgusting DM’s existed over 2,000 years ago. Farther back than that, I imagine. That shit has to change.
So, if you run into one of the modern versions of Ovid’s gross jerks, #OutThem.
Bonus points if you use rhyming couplets to do it.
Be Well, Be Wonderful, & Above All, Be You.
IMAGE CREDIT: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, www.metmuseum.org, “Standing Youth with Hands Behind His Back, and a Seated Youth Reading (recto); Two Studies of Hands (verso).” Filippino Lippi (Italian, Prato ca. 1457–1504 Florence), 1457/58–1504. Harris Brisbane Dick Fund, 1936.