Have you ever wondered where Valentine’s Day originated? Was it an Ancient Grecian day of expression, celebrating Aphrodite's antics? Or a Victorian ritual where dukes would woo their brides to be, setting aside a day each year to be valiant and 'take their hand in marriage'?
Realistically, each year valentines reminds those of us who are in a relationship that our situation is not always 'perfect'. That being cooped up in a chicken pen of a restaurant, with the layout resembling a cramped school dinner hall is actually not our idea of fun!That the man on the table opposite obviously loves their girlfriend more, symbolised by her larger bouquet of red roses making our boyfriends feel and seem incompetent in some way.
When did we start idolising Valentines day as the holy grail and chose to forget our basic instinct. A topic which vividly plays and replays through my mind on a hourly basis.....SEX?! Each day we are visually targeted by enticing imagery objectifying sex and empowering our animal instinct. Interpreted as , "Everyone is doing it".. so why cant we?
A day of promiscuity. One day a year that everybody can truly be deviant, dismiss inhibitions and fulfil every sexual desire that has been deeply embedded, quietly tucked away from public view. Conjugate fantasy with reality- His taste. His touch. His scent. Her taste, her touch , her scent.
Throughout history there has been an abundance of savvy women who have been branded distasteful.. but the thought of being a whore for a day has never been so alluring...
Rule number 2: Silence is Golden. Need i say more?
So ladies, don’t despair. Here's a little something to keep your mind wondering...
Shhhhhhhhh.... I wont tell if you don't
x
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