I like anniversaries. Well, the good ones, anyhow – anniversaries of deaths, for example, I generally don’t hold out high hopes for (and there are, sadly, too many of those anniversaries noted in my calendar). But, generally speaking, among the best anniversaries are those celebrating when I first became intimate with, seduced, or was fucked by a lover.
Apollo and I get to celebrate twice each year – we joyfully remember the day I seduced him at the end of Easter, and now also our Civil Union anniversary in May. Adonis and I will have our first one later this year, when the Erotica Expo comes back to Auckland – and we’re both looking forward to that. And Aphrodite? Well, Aphrodite and I got together a year ago yesterday. Time for a celebration?