Celebrating the arrival of summer in the UK

The Summer solstice 2017

The arrival of summer in Wales: Marvin, Morning Wood, and I returned to my family seat, Blackthorn Castle, in the Cambrian mountains of Wales last weekend to prepare to celebrate the arrival of summer at 3:42 AM BST on the Celtic altar in the sacred grove in the castle park. We were fortunate that the day has been dry and the temperature at 3:00 AM was in the high 50s F. The day turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with the temperature in the high 60s by 8:00 AM. Acting in my capacity as a Priestess of Aphrodite and channeling the Welsh Goddess Rhiannon for the occasion I was robed in a hooded shearling robe - made to measure in the castles wardrobe shop - as was Marvin for our walk down the underground passageway from the undercroft of castle chapel to the ancient Celtic altar protected by an impenetrable thicket of blackthorn bushes. The four peat braziers (one at each of the cardinal points of the compass) were ablaze and the area within the protective circle of blackthorn which blocked the wind would have been almost toasty if I hadn’t been nude on the altar.

Marvin’s sexual stamina: I am very pleased with Marvin’s sexual potency and stamina. His semen is checked every so often for potency and his desire for me has been almost over the top since his return to me when Miss Nexplanon became preggers by him and miscarried. I know he is attracted by some of his students, but then I take other lovers while teaching my sex-ed courses. Sauce for the Goose is sauce for the gander. We both think that our being intimate with other partners has actually strengthened our relationship. Of course, I pee on a stick once a week to test for the presence of hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin) the pregnancy hormone since I want my lovers to take me wearing no protection and my only protection is a well-fitting diaphragm and the spermicide DiveGel+.

Sex while fertile: I dream of sex when my hormones are raging and my cervix is high, soft and open. I love the thrill of having my ripe cervix protected by the translucent latex membrane of a flat spring rim diaphragm with the dome containing my fertile cervical mucus and a lover’s hot jets of creamy semen filled with highly motile sperm splattering on the convex side of the dome. However, sex when I’m luteal, after I’ve ovulated for that cycle, (as I write this I’m on day twenty-six of my cycle) is also amazing since I can safely have a lover’s sperm in my tubes, especially Marvin’s! So today I could safely take Marvin with neither of us using protection and I now his liquified semen is draining out of me and I have his sperm in my tubes without any worry about complicating side effects.

The next generation of acolytes: I have retrained several of the castles elderly servants whose families have been in service to the Barony for generations to assist as acolytes with the ritual planting of seed in my belly during celestial celebrations.  The two women are sisters who had assisted my predecessor, Edith Sophia Sykes 22nd Baroness Blackthorn, when she used the altar to celebrate celestial events more than thirty years ago. They both have daughters who are being taught the Celtic rituals so that there will again be another generation of women in service capable of assisting with the Goddess Aphrodite’s ceremonies. Everything went as planned with the burning of the semen stained robes in the castles lower bailey before having a delightful celebratory breakfast afterward with eggs and bacon from a locally harvest boar shot on my property.

Returning to the Cambrians: It is good to be back in the Cambrian mountains again after the fens of Cambridgeshire. The mountains remind me of the Blue ridge and Allegany mountains of western Virginia where I was born.  I’m enjoying a break from supervising the refurbishing of the fabric of the Abbot’s Palace where Marvin (my favorite boy-toy) and I will live during the Uni academic year. You have no idea how expensive replacing the entire lead roof was!  I hope to be in and settled by this coming Christmas. Not that the place we have leased isn’t lovely, but one likes a place of one’s own.

Taryn’s Escort Trainees: In the last few weeks I’ve been busy teaching Taryn’s new group of Escort trainees about upper reproductive tract protection during dive-sex. For contraception, they all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted in the uterine fundus with the strings tucked up into the cervical os. Helping fit the girls, all eighteen or older so consent isn’t an issue, with custom made latex flat spring rim contraceptive diaphragms and how to use the silicon base DiveGel+ which is a thick gel lubricant, spermicide and biocide that won’t wash away during underwater penetrative sex. Returning readers will recall that latex flat spring diaphragms won’t distort from water pressure like coil spring devices will so are safe and effective to use for cervical protection on dives to any depth. A latex flat spring is a wonderful addition to any woman’s slit-kit and speaks to the user’s knowledge of aquatic cervical protection. I advise having at least two in a well-stocked slit-kit as the latex dome sometimes develops pin holes, tears, or thin spots.

I also fitted eight Uni girls – friends of Taryn - who are traveling to Eilat, Israel on the north end of the Red Sea for a two-week dive vacation with boyfriends and needed latex flat spring devices for “flood insurance” to prevent the hydraulics of a thrusting lover from forcing water into the uterus during underwater intercourse. They are all tiny girls and took mostly 65mm and one 70mm size and each bought two in her size, A wear and a spare.  They flew El Al out of Heathrow last Sunday.  

Red shoes their power and the gory, Summer Solstice

Well worn red Bloch Axiom pointe-shoes

The Photo: A pair of red Bloch Axiom (S0108) paste pointes worn to seduce a man into menstrual sex. A few dancers in my circle wear comfortably broken in red pointe shoes to let a partner know they are bleeding and to entice him into having menstrual sex.

Dancers wearing paste shoes and pointe fetishists know that paste shoes develop an entirely different bouquet of scents – damp satin, Hessian, leather and paste mixed with the wearer’s estrogenic sweat - when worn than do Gaynor Minden pointes made primarily of polymer and satin with just sueded soles and perhaps tips. Even as great a believer in the longer life and superior support of GM pointes as I am I have to admit that the bouquet of freshly worn and damp paste pointes is a more fragrant, erotic and popular scent among fetishists than the somewhat chemical scent of freshly worn and still sweat soaked Gaynors.

Red shoes: Red shoes once exclusively the footwear of royalty became more commonly worn and known in the 19^th century - when red dye became far less expensive - as a symbol of the demimonde. In the mid 20^th century red shoes became fashionable with conventional young women after films in which red shoes played a prominent part became popular. Two such films were The Wizard of Oz (1939) with Dorothy (Judy Garland) wearing magic red slippers and Victoria Page (Moira Shearer) wearing red pointe-shoes in the film The Red Shoes (1948) based on the Hans Christian Anderson tale of a disobedient girl cursed to dance forever in her new red shoes. Those films brought red shoes back as popular footwear with a touch of the wild and exotic and in some cases the erotic. Today red shoes are still a source of fascination, power and mystery to both their wearer and her beholders.

Red pointe-shoes still have immense appeal for young dancers many of whom see themselves as a modern Victoria Page intending to have it all, a career as a ballet dancer and as a wife to a loving husband. The power of the red shoes lies in their ability to reveal some fundamental truth about the wearer — and deliver a penalty, or prize accordingly.  

Red pointe-shoes and menstruation: Years of training to strengthen legs and feet as well as taped and padded toes allow a confident dancer in pointe-shoes to rise above the discomfort and seduce both herself and the object of her lust or perhaps affection. In my circle of ballet dancer friends red pointes worn during play indicate that the woman is on her period and is interested in menstrual sex.  The power, poise and pleasure radiated while internalizing the pain when red pointe shoes are worn by a beautiful, confident and seductive menstruating woman will allow her to take a normal healthy situation which society teaches should be concealed and use her gory secretions to enthrall a suitor in his ardor so she can lead him around on a psychological penis leash.

Menstruation among women knowledgeable about their bodies has for ages been a source of fascination, power and mystery; enabling women not on contraceptive hormones to captivate their mates with the scent, sight and taste of naturally occurring pelvic secretions during the periodic reset of their cycles to create a new and welcoming environment for an egg should a lover successfully fertilize it. Some even have partners who are interested enough in “swimming in the red sea” to keep a copy of their girlfriend’s menstrual calendar so they have a good idea when she should be at a peak in her libido, when fertile or menstrual. 

Confidence while menstruating: In my course, contemporary sexual health, I teach women to be proud that they are menstruating and use the increase in their libido while menstrual to be creative or strengthen their relationship with a favorite man. So many have been taught that bleeding is shameful and something unclean that it can be difficult for some women to see the positive side of cyclical bleeding even though there may be discomfort associated with it for some few.

The Summer Solstice: A welcome visitor for the occasion, his Grace the Duke of M****, agreed to act as Steward of the Ceremony for the ritual planting of seed. It was a far different position in the Celtic rite from being an active participant as in the past though I had been with him that afternoon in my suite to allow him to plant his seed and milk me before the official celebration began as he is still very fond of me and Verity, his mistress, is not interested in inducing lactation since she is a rising star in the ballet and lactating could cause her career to slow.  As returning readers will recall it is to His Grace that I owe my elevation to the title of 23^rd Baroness Blackthorn so I like to accommodate his desires when I can.

The eleven of us, the five couples and His Grace, took a caravan of Range Rovers in case the weather which is quite changeable here turned rainy. It is a short ride from the castle to the Celtic holy site where we celebrated the arrival of summer. Unlike Location Z there are no spiritual prohibitions of mechanical devices in the area, though as I mentioned in an earlier post the spirit guardians protect the site by turning away the curious by causing them to have a strong nameless fear of the area. We all arrived clad in our shearling robes with the women in Gaynor pointe-shoes with sueded tips and the men wearing Grishko canvas split-sole ballet slippers so the suede soles would grip the worn stone surfaces of the altars. While in the castle’s ladies robing room where we were changing into pointes and our hooded shearling robes I made sure that we all used a good thick water soluble vaginal gel just in case some of us couldn’t lubricate naturally from the cold or not being able to get into the moment as there is nothing more distressing than having a gorgeous but dry man thrusting into a dry vagina. He may not be uncomfortable but his partner soon has the soft tissue of her vaginal walls rubbed raw and burning.

We had all been positioned at (but not on) our assigned altars by11:00 PM and blessedly it was dry with only a slight breeze and there were light clouds with a temperature of about 55° (F). The Old Bull had us all mounted on our altars by 11:30 with us positioned to be taken in missionary with our partners kneeling between our legs erect and dripping pre-ejaculate. Then the Goddess smiled on our ceremony and just at 11:30 the clouds parted briefly and we had a good view of the full moon which I took as a sign of her appreciation of my efforts.

And so it was at exactly11:34 PM BST His Grace gave the signal to begin - a white flare launched from a pistol - and our partners penetrated us and began thrusting. As a precaution I had made certain that the men had all taken a male performance enhancer beforehand to minimize the possibility of erection dysfunctions. Not that there had been any instances of performance inadequacies with these men, but this was the first time that they were performing in such an important ceremony and even for the most steely willed it is sometimes possible to over-think the situation and lose focus. I needn’t have worried they all performed splendidly! As any well trained partner would the men all gave us our pleasure first then took theirs along with additional simultaneous orgasms from us when they came filling each of us with hundreds of millions of highly motile sperm.

The after party: We were active on the altars for about twenty minutes during which Tim milked me after I’d orgasmed and been inseminated and was floating in afterglow. To conclude the ceremony our partners gave us cunilingus and we Kegeled as much of our coitial discharge into their mouths as we could. Then our partners helped us down off the altars and we rode back in precession to the castle for a celebratory full English breakfast served with the Barony’s famous Sloe Brandy and afterward there was the ritual burning of the robes in the castles lower ward.

As a welcome change in costume protocol the Goddess permitted each participant to save his or her shoes, unlike in the past when the shoes worn on the altars at Location Z were burned. I had interceded with the Goddess on the women's behalf as the shoes a women wore while being inseminated on an ancient Celtic altar during a Summer Solstice celebration are something to be treasured to be passed down to her daughters and grand daughters. After the ritual burning of our robes since we had been up until 5:00 AM we all retired to our rooms for more snuggling with our men and then lovely afterglow naps.

BREXIT referendum underway: As this is posted the UK is voting on whether to leave the European Union. As I’ve mentioned before I think the UK withdrawing from the EU would be a serious mistake so I hope our citizens will vote to remain part of the EU. Polling stations will be open from 7am (06:00 GMT) to 10pm (21:00 GMT) local time. It’s going to be a long and historic day!

The Summer Solstice and Brexit referendum

There will be a full moon during the 2016 Summer Solstice

The Photo: There will be a full moon on June 20, 2016 when the Summer Solstice occurs. This is a rarity, but exactly how rare will vary.

This week will be a busy one: This week the summer solstice will be celebrated on Monday and the Brexit Referendum will occur on Thursday the 23^rd. Returning readers will recall that the Brexit Referendum is being held to determine if the UK will stay as a part of the European Union or withdraw from it. It appears to be a near thing at the moment with the exit supporters seemingly ahead. I think exiting the EU would be a serious mistake, but that’s just one vote.  

Weather at Blackthorn Castle for the Summer Solstice: The forecast is for Light clouds and a temperature of 55° (F) for the Summer Solstice which will occur on June 20, 2016 11:34 PM BST. Additionally there will be a full moon on the 20^th with a moonrise at 9:18 PM BST and moonset at 5:24 AM BST. So if the clouds clear we may get to see the moon during the time we are celebrating the arrival of summer. The concelebrants will be wearing shearling robes made by the castles tailor shop from sheep raised and skins tanned locally. For footwear, as has been the custom since the mid 19^th centaury the women celebrants at Blackthorn Castle will wear pointe-shoes as a sign of their dedication to the arts and to show off their hard bodies to stoke the desire of their partners. My wards and I will wear pink satin Gaynor Minden hard shanked pointes since they can withstand being soaked with rain and still provide effective support.

Concelebrants for the solstice: Bea, Seren and Bryony and Claire (the Dryads) will be celebrating on the newly unearthed subtending altars surrounding the primary altar adjacent to the ancient Blackthorn tree where sacrifices were once offered to Venus/Aphrodite before Celtic mythology morphed her into the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon.  

Returning readers will recall that the name Rhiannon is derived from the Celtic Goddess Rigantona (the Great or Devine Queen). My Celtic mythology expert says I should understand that Rhiannon was the embodiment (in Welsh legend as set down in the Mabinogion and other medieval texts) of the Celtic Goddess Rigantona, which explains why my Goddess, Aphrodite, is as comfortable as she is with me actually channeling Rigantona, which occurs primarily when I’m in Wales.

Contraception: My wards all have GyneFix copper bead IUDs implanted so they will be using no barrier method to protect them from a participating male’s sperm. I am luteal as I ovulated on June 10^th and will be CD24 on the solstice and should begin my period this coming Friday. Therefore I will be wearing no cervical barrier and should be very safe to have Tim’s sperm in my tubes for the five days they live before I start my period on the 24^th. I love having luteal sex with Tim as then I know that his sperm are in my tubes lying in wait for an egg which they will never see before they die. That gives me a frisson of desire and an amazingly powerful feeling!

Demi-goddess altar positions: Fortunately the weather while as damp is not nearly as cold and access to the Celtic holy site here is much easier and more comfortable than when I celebrated in the Scottish highlands.  It’s within sight of the castle so there is no long drive to reach it as there was when my wards and I celebrated the celestial season changes at location Z in the highlands of northern Scotland. Too the altars are not on the edge of a precipice with the whole thing seeming about to slide into the valley at any moment. We were repeatedly assured the cliff on which Location Z was built was stable, but it wasn’t and after an earthquake a year or so ago one night the whole top of the mountain slid into the valley. Fortunately no one was injured.  

The view is not nearly as spectacular at Blackthorn Castle’s Celtic altar site, but it is about as old as the one that was at location Z and there is no danger of any part  disappearing over a cliff, though there are guardian spirits that keep the curious in the local population away from the site.

Though Seren is the most junior of my current wards her birth into a family that has deep Celtic roots entitles her to the eastern most altar closest to sunrise on the solstice. Bea chose the one on the north while Bryony took the western and Claire the southern one. Bea and Seren will be serviced on their altars by the men they brought with them from Cambridge while Bryony and Claire will have virile hard bodied male ROH ballet soloists that they are dating. I am delighted to say that my current lover, “Tiny Tim” will be penetrating and fucking me boneless on the high altar. He has marvelous stamina and skillfully uses his massive penis (which should be a national treasure) and is currently in my bed while on leave from the SAS prior to reporting to the Joint Services Command and Staff College (JSCSC) in western Oxfordshire in a few weeks, which I’m pleased to say is a relatively short drive away from the castle when he gets leave.

There will be a celebratory breakfast for all participants at the castle on the morning after the ritual planting of seed ceremony for which the head cook, Mrs. Bridges, is famous. My immediate predecessor, Edith 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, and her predecessors have been celebrating celestial events in Celtic ceremonies for hundreds of years according to records in the muniment rooms.

A visit from Arthur Duke of M****: His grace has asked that he and his mistress visit me at the castle while his mistress becomes accustomed to a new GyneFix. I have sent the Dragon, my two car private train to Inverness to pick them up as both His Grace and Verity travel with considerable luggage and attendants. Returning readers may recall that Verity (a nom de théâtre) the Duke of M****’s current mistress of about a year, is a 25 y/o soloist with the première ballet company in England headquartered here in London. She is currently on medical leave as she had a new standard (six bead) GyneFix copper IUD implanted. I’m looking forward Verity’s visit as we are great friends and I hope she can dive while here.

She was one of Arthur’s seven candidates for mistress who passed through our clinic for testing prior to meeting with the old bull and I thought she would be the one he would choose as her attitude and looks are quite similar to mine though she is not nearly as dominant and half my age, but still will provide him a challenge. The deciding factor though was almost certainly when His Grace found out about Verity’s being SCUBA qualified and her delight in dive-sex as she becomes very aroused even when talking about sex in a hostile environment and she has her own OTS Guardian FFM for diving.

I’m having my gamekeeper set up a wild boar hunting party with Lord A****, Bryony’s father, and Lord D****, Tim’s father to keep his Grace company and occupied while the girls and I and our partners are occupied with our ballet and pelvic training regimens.  

Morning Wood, 50s retro fetishwear, Solstice planning

Enjoying chill contractions after inserting two 1 inch 65° surgical steel balls

The photo: A full-body open-bottom front-close corset. It’s ideal to stiffen the interest of any lover with an encasement and fastener fetish. The 50s-inspired shapewear has never been so sexy. The Mercy corset from Agent Provocateur comes in embroidery and lace and combines irresistible retro features with modern technology which allows mine to fit perfectly.  By unfastening the top three hooks I can breast feed easily or by unfastening the bottom two the corset folds up so I can be penetrated from the rear for ballet-sex - while en pointe a la seconds bent over holding on to the barre.

Tahoe storms: This past week (Thursday and Friday) we had really severe weather in the Sierra Nevada to the west of Tahoe which resulted in winds that damaged homes around the lake. Fortunately Adolph’s property came through the storm with minimal damage.

Jenna’s fetish wardrobe: Jenna, my psychiatrist’s dead wife, was a dancer with the San Francisco Ballet and an amazingly creative fetishist before she gave birth to her son. Now he wants me to take her place in his life and for me many of the aspects of that relationship are a great deal of fun as well as incredibly kinky. I’ve added to her fetish wardrobe with the Mercy Corset pictured above I love the nude colore but got a black one as well to wear when I’m menstrual so it won’t show the stain if the blood doesn’t completelt come out. He has such fun unfastening the hooks and pealing me out of it he sometimes prematurely ejaculates which isn’t a problem as it allows him to last longer once he is inside me and thrusting.  

Menstrual with rubber and steel inserted: Today I’n CD1 and flowing lightly so to make things interesting I have a latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm as well as a pair of 1.0” diameter solid surgical steel balls inserted. Each ball weighs 2.307 oz for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. I’m calling them my “McBalls”, as they are a quarter-pounder! With the diaphragm in it makes it harder to get a ball forced into the posterior fornix so deep that it gets stuck, but should that happen it can be teased out using the bowl of an ice tea spoon.

My therapist is insistent on penetrating me bareback as he wants me pregnant, which is fine with me, the bareback part I mean. I’m planning to enjoy him fully, but pregnant by him (or anyone else) is not part of my plan. However, wearing a Reflexions diaphragm or an Oves cap I have the pregnancy bit under control giving us both the thrill of live sperm coating the stretchy rubber membrane protecting my fertile cervix.  He has been well accepted in my circle of friends as delusional only where I’m concerned and they think that is rather endearing.

Kassi as a romantic competitor: I had first intended bringing Kassi into my circle to divert Marvin’s attention hoping he would prefer her to me as she looks amazingly like me and Jenna and is much younger. I was surprised to find when I though there was an excellent chance to channel Marvin’s ardor toward another woman I didn’t want to give him up to another woman and found that I’m enjoying the thrill of the chase outwitting a very smart man intent on impregnating me.

I had already begun enticing him with Kassi when he told me she doesn’t have the aura or scent to match Jenna (nor any interest in him) and when I had Kassi insert one of Jenna’s diaphragms Jenna’s Chi did nothing to increase his interest in her or her interest in him. So my fear that Kassi and I would be competing for Marvin’s affection and compound his delusion appears to have just been a case of nerves on my part.

Marvin is strong, handsome, rich, nearby and he has been an amazing help in establishing my priorities as a Priestess of Aphrodite. His semen is potent – I’ve had it checked – his sweat smells divine and he is a considerate lover who is fun to be with. I do have to be very careful not to have him catch me w/o a cervical barrier inserted, but that’s a fun part of the game. It is unlikely either a Reflexions or Oves will leak, but no method of contraception is perfect so there is always the possibility he can impregnate me and he so wants to do that! So I now look on my relationship with him as a marvelously sweet encounter as I’m able to make him very happy as he guides me in coming to terms with my responsibilities as a Priestess of the Goddess of love.

Jack’s current activities: Recently Jack, Viscount Sandbach,  who is my main Brit lover, has taken quite a fancy to a ballerina (I’ll call her Ashley) who is in her mid 20s and dancing with the Royal Ballet. I met her briefly at His Grace’s party after the Scotland independence vote this Fall and she comes from an aristocratic English family which makes her prime bridal material for him, at least as far as his father, the Duke of M**** is concerned. Willow knows her well having danced with her when she was with the RB and says this time the girl really is sweet and would make him a lovely wife from a suitably patrician family.

As Viscount Sandbach Jack has standing with the Royal College of Arms and is pursuing enquiries on my behalf about a title that seems to have become vacant from the recent death of a 103 y/o Welsh Countess. His effort in that regard is perhaps partly from his fondness for me, but I suspect should his enquiries be successful he hopes to blunt any anger I might feel if he decides to marry Ashley.

There are almost no titles above Baroness for women in their own right, only as the wives of Earls/Countess, Dukes/Duchess Marquisess/Marchioness). etc. So if it should turn out that I am a hereditary Countess then that would be extremely exciting.

Descent of claim:  The problem is that that the title would come down through my biological father who knew my mother in the UK before she immigrated to the U.S. I have always been told that my mother and her ‘Uncle’ (my biological father) weren’t married to one another and so I would not inherit any title that would flow to his legitimate heirs. However, there seems to have been a record in an obscure Welsh church of their marriage prior to her coming to America where she eventually married the man who she lived with (and who when I was growing up I considered to be my father) when she was killed in an auto accident when I was 7 y/o.. I only learned who my real father was upon his death when his entire estate was put in trust for me and I was given the interest from the holdings until I turned 35 at which time control of the entire estate was turned over to me.  So I don’t need the money (if there is any) but it would be fun to have a title and a castle.

A change in the Solstice ceremony: I’m taking Marvin along when we go to Crag Abbey and Ullapool for the Solstice and Yule.  I ned to have a therapy session with him in the temple to Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of Crag Abbey. In a sacred site for the Old Ways thousands of years old he should be able to help me gain far deeper insight into the powers granted to a priestess of Aphrodite.

I had been wondering how I could get him professionally involved w/o making Jack jealous and now that he is deeply involved at least for the moment with Ashley that gave me the perfect opening to add him to my support staff. I can get away with flaunting my current lover as His Grace sees Marvin as a sign I’m no longer intent on marrying Jack and Jack is happy that I have a man to slake my libido while he is fucking Ashley’s brains out.  

Both His Grace and Jack need me to preside over a proper celebration of sunrise on celestial occasions as a primary Priestess of Aphrodite so they are pleased that Jack’s and my partner’s switches have been accomplished under amicable circumstances. However, for the Solstice I’m using Marvin as far more than my boy-toy. In his capacity as a board certified psychiatrist in the UK and an expert in ancient Goddesses he is of significant use helping Chris with the selection of married couples from His Grace’s extensive population of Crofters who will be concelebrating the Solstice and participating in the ritual planting of winter seed to raise a crop of healthy offspring  in the Fall.

Actually, as this is written Chris and Marvin are both in the Highlands with His Grace’s Scottish Estates Manager  selecting couples for the Winter Solstice ceremony. Not that my wards and I won’t lead the ritual seed planting, but the intent is that heavy lifting and pregnancies will occur to the fertile Crofter’s couples being selected.   

 

 

Winter and survival

The Winter Solstice at Stonehenge

The Winter Solstice: “Winter Solstice is today, Dec. 21, 2009, the day when the Earth tilts farthest away from the sun. It's the shortest day of the year and the official start of winter. The word "solstice" comes from the Latin "sun stands still" and celebrations of the solstice pre-date Christmas. Stonehenge in England is the site of solstice festivals, apparently dating back some 4,500 years ago, when the site was in its proper cultural context. Some experts now believe that Stonehenge was the site of an ancient barbecue and midwinter celebration that culminated on the Winter Solstice, which also marks the beginning of longer days. From today's Guardian: "Recent analysis of the cattle and pig bones from the era found in the area suggests the cattle used were walked hundreds of miles to be slaughtered for the solstice celebrations – from the west country or west Wales." And from English Heritage: "The monument we see today still inspires awe and admiration. Stonehenge attracts some 800,000 visitors a year and on the summer Solstice, thousands of people gather to watch the sunrise. Although thousands of years older than the Druids, the stone circle witnessed many druidic ceremonies, especially during the 19th century."”

Self-lubrication and survival: I always feel more connected to the old cultures at this time of year. I feel it’s a time of renewal of the spirit as tomorrow the days begin to get longer now that a new cycle of the earth has begun. But long before the solstices and equinoxes were recognized and celebrated as markers on the Earth’s cycle around the sun women’s cycles and natural sexual protection were being established by evolution. Psychologists and anthropologists believe that a woman becoming aroused while she in fear of being attacked is the body’s self-defense mechanism protecting her.

Laymen and defense lawyers often contend that a woman’s genitals being engorged and wet with her natural lube after a sexual attack is evidence that she enticed her attacker or at least ‘enjoyed’ being raped. That’s not so. Almost all women will self lubricate as a natural reaction when they are afraid. The theory is that as the human female evolved women who became sexually aroused when in danger were less likely to be injured if they were taken sexually and therefore more likely to survive the encounter. Over time the surviving self-lubricating women bred daughters who were more likely to self-lubricate when afraid of men and in time it became a natural female survival trait. I wonder if that has something to do with why I have so much more fun having sex when I’m scared.