Material Love is not love but possessiveness

All week I kneegrows have once again made this eurocentric day…Valentines Day…seem more important than any of the other 364 days, when it comes to this thing called…LOVE! By now most of us are familiar with the origin of Valentines day and the lies that was created around it. How white pathology recreated the festival of Lupercalia, held for over a 1000 years in Ancient Rome each February 15th, the Ides of February. It honored the gods Faunus (“Pan” to the Greeks) and Lupercus, and to honour Romulus. Though it began as a religious rite devoted to agriculture, over time it evolved into a festival of merriment and kinky sexual horseplay.

The very first ceremonies occurred in the Lupercal, the cave where Romulus and Remus, Rome’s legendary founders were said to have been suckled by a she-wolf as infants. After animal sacrifices and a long feast, Priests of Lupercus left the cave. They jogged around Rome’s seven hills, naked but for a loincloth, wielding several strips of leather from a sacrificed goat. Swinging this improvised whip, a Priest purified anything and anyone in his path. Women lined the streets in advance of the running priest, extending hands or baring their body to be briefly and symbolically whipped, as he passed by.

Fertility of course is meaningless without sex, so as time passed, sex became Lupercalia’s focus for the average Roman. It was a popular, merry occasion where ordinary social rules were relaxed, and where men and women engaged in shameless flirting and sexual horseplay. Of course we are talking about Rome here, so its not just man and woman, or even man and man or woman and woman.

The sanitized version of Lupercalia states that the custom begins, with eligible women writing  their names on clay tablets and placing them in an earthen jar. Eligible young men then picked out a woman’s name at random, and the two were paired off. Depending on whose version of history you accept, this would last a few hours, a day, or even a year. It is believed this evolved into the medieval custom where secret admirers sent anonymous greetings on St. Valentine’s Day, which in turn led to the modern practice of “sending a Valentine.”

Augustus Caesar revitalized Lupercalia for purely political reasons, and radically changed how it was celebrated. Rome’s birthrate was declining, a serious problem for an empire depending on armies to defend its broad frontiers. Rightly or wrongly, Augustus blamed declining birthrates on Roman women, who he believed were widely ignoring his ban on contraception. So he changed Lupercalia to focus attention on childless women. While in earlier times, women waited along the roadside to be ritually purified, Augustus made it a public spectacle. Probably the idea was to focus attention and playful embarrassment on childless women who came forward to receive a ritual flogging. Despite the spectacle, Roman women didn’t seem any less enthusiastic about Lupercalia. Nor did men.

Rome was Christian by the 4th Century CE, and the church banned the old pagan festivals. Even so, the church was only partly successful. People stubbornly resisted the end of Lupercalia, and it was the last to go. A substitute became necessary and St. Valentine’s Day emerged to celebrate a more innocent love. Traces of Lupercalia remain in our culture today. February, the month in which it is held, is named for the februa – a Latin term describing anything used “to purify “, including a priest’s goatskin flogger. Gaul’s “love lotteries” evolved into the exchange of Valentine’s Cards.

Finally, Cupid remains an enduring Valentine’s Day symbol, even though he was a Roman god. But take note, the Cupid we know bears little resemblance to the Cupid known to the ancients. Cupid had long been associated with love and Lupercalia, but in the 4th Century CE, churchmen deemed it necessary to revise his image and reputation. The Cupid of ancient Rome (also known as Eros to the Greeks) bears little resemblance to the cute winged baby with a bow and arrow we know. He was a virile, randy youth, answerable for impregnating many, many females – mortals and goddesses alike.


However, today unplanned pregnancies during Valentine is deemed not a favorable thing to many, in this society where screwing is permissible but pregnancies can be corrected by contraceptives or worse…abortions. Regarding some of the rituals of Valentines day. Cupids arrow, symbolized the erect penis, that when shot, enters the red (pink?) flesh of the vagina. The stylized image of the heart you see during Valentines day is an upside depiction of the buttocks. Apple bottom if you will. However, consider that the idea of Cupid..or Eros, came form the ancient Greeks, then the notion of an arrow/penis entering the heart/buttocks, takes on a whole new meaning


Today valentine is primarily about what a male should and must buy for his female interests. We have become so materialistic about relationships, that many Afromantic interactions, quickly moved from relationship to situationship, if flowers, candy or something ROMANTIC is not delivered to the woman. It is pretty much a given that a man does not and barely ever overstand the mind of a woman, much less one who is confused about who she is and what she wants. So any attempt to placate her this one day, she deems more important than any other is an uphill battle that would make sisyphus’s task easy.

What intelligent Afrikans, who actually uses their intelligence need, is to go back to what love, Afromance, relationship and complementary really means. in Canaduh!, the government incorporated family day as a holiday, to take advantage of the Valentines day buy fest. So now more shit is bought to celebrate singular and family love, the capitalist way.

Enjoy your celebration of Lupercalia. Get your swerve on. Screw everything in sight and then have buyers remorse after the pregnancy tests come in or worse, when the gifts are returned, because it didn’t meet her

Divine Brown Old skool love

Jully Black Seven day fool


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