Okay, that’s a very bad joke…but you’ll see what I mean by it in the video below.

[Granted, I’m not necessarily happy with this ongoing academic meme of “Hadrian deified Antinous,” but anyway…!?! While they also mispronounced “Antinoöpolis,” at least they did get Antinous’ name’s pronunciation right, eh?]

An exhibit on this is currently occurring at the Art Institute of Chicago.

This is one of the things that I love about being devoted to Antinous, actually: with as much as we already know (and, in many respects, we know a lot!), there’s still so much more to learn. New discoveries are being made, and new re-interpretations of material we’ve known about for a while also occurs, as is the case here. That fragmentary statuary can go on to have such different careers, so to speak, and eventually be re-joined is very interesting indeed! (Though fixing the nose, while they’re at it, might not be bad, either…!)

Thanks to Edward Butler for telling me about this a few weeks ago, and to Khonsumes (Matt Whealton) for sending the video link!

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | May 3, 2016

A Worthy Cause That Could Use Your Help…

I’ve supported a number of IndieGoGo, Kickstarter, and other crowdfunding campaigns over the years, and happily so, because I think a lot of interesting things are being done with them. (And, as you may recall, I ran one myself last summer!)

One sort that I’ve supported on several occasions, and often with this specific campaigner, are the kinds that will pay artists and authors for making an independent comic of some sort. Zan Christensen and Northwest Press, who/which has done several such comics and graphic novels, generally with a queer theme of some sort or another (several of which I’ve reviewed on this blog–e.g. Teleny and Camille, Anything That Loves…and I highly recommend many of their other titles, too!), is running an IndieGoGo campaign at present, which really needs a boost.

The IndieGoGo campaign is to create a comic called Mama Tits Saves The World! Mama Tits is a Seattle drag queen who became a local legend in 2014 because of the following:

Let me tell you: these artists and writers do a damn fine job consistently, and I’m sure Mama Tits Saves The World! will be as enjoyable as any of their previous titles!

Five Reasons Why P.S.V.L. Suggests Supporting This Campaign, and Why Readers of This Blog Should Consider It, Too!

1. I support local businesses, and Northwest Press is Seattle-based. (But even if you’re not Seattle-based, supporting independent comic producers is really important!)

2. I support local legends, and Mama Tits is one such legend. (But even if she’s not one of your own local legends, almost 2 million people have seen the video above, so she clearly has relevance outside of Seattle!)

3. I support queer-specific arts, and LOVE queer comics of all sorts. (Seriously, folks: what’s not to like? And if you’re straight, guess what? It won’t kill you to read a queer-specific comic once in a while. I grew up in the 80s and 90s reading “normal” comics, which were pretty over-the-top heterosexual, and it didn’t change my gender identity [still metagender!] or sexual orientation [still pansexual!], so reading an original story with interesting art will certainly delight you, and it won’t hurt you!)

4. Some of the art shown on the campaign page includes–from what I can tell–Harvey Milk, Quentin Crisp, and perhaps Oscar Wilde, and as they are Sancti, I’m for that and their inclusion in a wider queer mythos whenever and wherever possible! (‘Nuff said!)

5. For as low as $5, you get a chance to be a patron of the arts here, and get something for your trouble! (But, if you can afford it, I’d suggest strongly that you sponsor it at a higher level, and you won’t be disappointed!)

As ever, with things like this, if you can’t sponsor it, you can definitely help by spreading the word through your own blogs, social networks, YouFace, InstaTwit, and so forth.

So, what are you waiting for? Mama Tits needs you! :)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | May 1, 2016

Venatio Apri / IV Floralia 2016

“A flower for you, my dear, my friend,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair;
“And to you, all praise that ne’er will end,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair.

“But tell me, now, upon this feast,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair,
“what tidings of Gods in West and East
who hunted boars without a care?”

“You know their names and stories, too,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“how Adonis was gored by tusks right through,
without a steed–not stud nor mare.”

“And Androklos of Ephesus,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“whose saga needs no prefaces
when Ionia’s founding gave him a share.”

“But Androklos has no flower, dear,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair,
“and his boar hunt’s not what we hear–
for at his name folks gawp and stare.”

“Then Belenus, boy, I’ll speak of him,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“who on this day has fire and hymn,
and henbane is his herb to bear.”

“And what of Freyr, Beli’s slayer?”
said Antinous to great Flora fair,
“What flower for him–the Vanic player
of love’s game at Gerðr’s lair?”

“The rider of Gullinbursti, gold,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“is lord of all flowers in fold
of Gerðr’s cloak-folds, without err.”

“Then what fair flowers, Flora fine,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair,
“will be the emblem of boar hunt mine?
Of red lotus boars have no share.”

“The plantain lily it shall be,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“its spear-shaped leaves for all to see,
and ‘hosta’ is the name it shall bear.”

“But hostas are not known to Rome,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair,
“for Asia–not Minor–is their home,
and Hadrian’s eyes ne’er saw their flair!”

“Oh, Bithynian Boy, you delight me so,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair,
“for hosta and hasta–who is to know
the difference if said in song or prayer?”

“A play of words, then, makes it true?”
said Antinous to great Flora fair;
“No less have leaf-legends been all time through!”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair.

“Then a flower for you, my dear, my friend,”
said Antinous to great Flora fair;
“And to you, all praise that ne’er will end,”
said Flora to He of the Lovely Hair.

Flora Pompeii

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 28, 2016

That Sneezing Feeling…

Spring is in the air, folks, and while the old saying goes “April showers bring May flowers,” we’ve had too little of the showers this year…and yet the flowers come all the same.

With the flowers comes the pollen, and with pollen comes allergy season. I am both an asthmatic and an allergy sufferer; but despite these things, and all of my other disabilities, I don’t identify first-and-foremost as “the asthmatic polytheist” or “the allergic syncretist” or anything like that. I suppose that makes me a bit different than some of the bloggers out there, who confuse things like this with theological positions, but there we go.

But, I say this today for a few reasons.

First of all, it’s the first day of the five-day feast of Floralia. Over the last few years, Flora has become more and more important to me, since she is the Mother of Flowers, and thus has a major role (at least as far as I can see, and many other modern polytheists agree on this) to play in the kataphytosis–the transformation after death of mortals into plants and especially flowers–and thus she has a role likewise to play in the overall cultus of Antinous, even though He is not “directly” turned into a flower Himself in his death.

Second of all, today is the start of a Mercury Retrograde period that will last until my 40th birthday next month on May 22nd. While one can never predict how this might impact one’s ability to communicate, to get communication- or writing-based things done, one’s travel plans, or how electronic gadgets work, nonetheless, it’s something to watch out for.

Thirdly: do you know that feeling you get right before you sneeze, but which sometimes lingers for a while? You know the sneeze is in there, and is going to come out sooner or later, but you just don’t know when? One’s nose quivers with antici–…


So, all of that’s on my mind today. I have a poem that I’ve wanted to write for a few months now, which would be appropriate for the next five days, and had hoped to perhaps write it last night, but I just wasn’t able to do so. Poetry of a certain type has been difficult for me lately; while it didn’t inhibit this on Serapeia, that was different. A lyric or hymnic piece is much different than a narrative one, and it is the latter that I’ve been planning (and several other poems I’ve been planning or working on are of the same nature).

I don’t know, thus, if I’ll have any way that I’ll be publicly celebrating the Floralia, which is to say, even if I get the poem done in the next few days (and I hope I do!) amidst all of the other things that need to get done soon, I may not share it here. But, I do hope to do some ritual of one variety or another in that timeframe as well, so perhaps I’ll have more to say on that when it can occur.

In the meantime, I’d love to hear how your own Floralia rituals and observances are going or might go in the next few days, how Mercury Retrograde might be impacting you, and if you suffer from allergies the way I do. (It’ll just be my luck: when I first get to smell a Red Nile Lotus, it’ll make me sneeze!)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 25, 2016

Serapeia (Romanus) 2016


Today I sing of Serapis
who came from Egypt to Rome,
who went from thence to Germania,
to Londinium across the sea:
the far-traveler, the bridge-maker,
He who pours out the modius
to all under the imperium,
the nourisher and the restorer.

Today I sing of Serapis
who was drawn from Egypt,
from Arabia and Nubia,
from Greece and from Rome:
the many-powered and diversely-virtued,
He who holds several attributes
among the Gods of Heavens and Earth,
the sovereign and the sentinel.

Today I sing of Serapis
who is hailed by many nations,
by people of every gender
and in litanies of languages:
the prayer-hearer, the sacrifice-receiver,
He who delights in burned offerings,
libations and sweetly-sung hymns,
the savior and the psychopomp.

Today I sing of Serapis
who is known in the four world-regions,
in Africa and in Asia,
in Europe and further afield:
the great-bearded, the abundantly-childed,
father of Harpocrates and Hermanubis,
worthy husband to Isis Great in Magic,
Serapis of Memphis, Alexandria, and Rome.

To you, Serapis, today, we pray;
You, Serapis, today, we hail;
To you, Serapis, today, we give thanks;
You, Serapis, today, we praise;
To you, Serapis, today, we offer;
You, Serapis, today, we invoke;
To you, Serapis, today, we sing;
You, Serapis, today, we celebrate.

Ave, Serapis! Ave Serapis! Ave Serapis!

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 24, 2016

Less Cryptic…

And, to answer the questions you may have had from this post earlier:


[Or, perhaps that only raises more questions…!?!]

My very awesome academic colleague is in the photo here with my glorious metagendered self, complete with the wig I have named “Bowie” after the great one himself. My colleague was one of the judges for the drag show Saturday night that the other campus’ branch of Rainbow Alliance organized, which I attended as the advisor of said society from the Whidbey campus. It’s the first occasion, outside of anything polytheist-specific, at which I’ve appeared as I should be rather than what passes for my usual self (but isn’t!) most of the time I go out in public. In the few comments I was allowed to make at the very beginning of the drag show before we turned it over to the MCs, I mentioned that drag is a variety of things and goes by a variety of definitions (general gender/queer studies/etc.: “the self-ironization of gender presentation”; RuPaul: “Honey, we’re born naked; everything after that is drag”), but the daily stuff I wear is drag, whereas what I wore that night is not, and that got some applause, so there we are! I’ll probably continue pushing the envelope on this a bit as the days go by this year…we shall see.

Serapeia tomorrow, folks: be prepared! 😉

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 24, 2016

And the strangest things seem suddenly routine…

I’m going to be cryptic…and perhaps, once I have a photo I’m expecting, I will be less cryptic. But in the meantime, enjoy the following…


And, in other news: in the many prayer cards that Galina Krasskova has been making happen over the last few years (several of which I’ve been writing prayers for), the latest one is the Deity most relevant to the present blog. I present to you Antinous by Lynn Perkins, with a prayer on the back by me:

antinousLynn Perkins

You can get him here, or at the prayer card link above. The prayer on the back of it is the one found here, as well as being the first prayer given in Devotio Antinoo (remember that wacky book? Haven’t read it or bought it? It’s okay, no one else has either!).

Thanks very much to Lynn for doing an excellent job, Otter for sponsoring the card, and to Galina for making the whole effort come to pass!

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 22, 2016

New “Speaking of Syncretism”: Deadpool and Hero Cultus

My latest “Speaking of Syncretism” article is up at Polytheist.com, and is called “What Deadpool Can Teach Us About Hero Cultus.” It is pretty much exactly what it says on the tin, so if you’re interested, go have a look.

I hope to have another Polytheist.com “Speaking of Syncretism” piece up in the next two to three weeks…less time, in any case, than elapsed between the last one and this one. I had the idea for that one for a while (since February when I saw the film!), and have likewise had an idea for another since before that, but have been rather busy on several fronts…so, hopefully the other will get done before too much longer, too.

Please feel free to comment there or here as you may prefer.

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 21, 2016

Megala Antinoeia 2016

This week has been one of the most challenging of recent history for me–not due to intense spiritual experiences (as was the case a few weeks ago), nor from personal decisions having to do with the direction of my engagement in certain matters (same), but simply because of time constraints and demands, and a fever pitch of stress on several levels at the college where I work.

I would love to have more time to properly honor the Deities and Heroes celebrated this week, but I have not had it, alas, and thus must make do with what I can.

Over the last few weeks, as a result of a few things that occurred in the Toys of Dionysos course that Sannion is teaching, I was prompted to write a play. The usual three-act structure (Tragedy, Comedy, Satyr-play) was obvious, and the subjects for the tragedy and the satyr-play were likewise things I’ve been wanting to write for (literally) years, and they’ll all be coming together soon…but, the comedy’s plot was a mystery to me, and I had no ideas. With some (positive!) goading from Sannion and the Toys, the plot soon emerged with even richer connections than I had expected. The other two acts yet remain to be written, but it will happen easily and quickly when I am able to devote some time to it, and they may possibly appear in an anthology of some sort later this year…we shall see (and that largely depends on others!). But, I wanted to share it–in absence of anything else–because it has to do with Antinous, and also has Hadrian, Sabina, and Lucius Marius Vitalis in it…and yet, not.

What confounded me with this whole process was that the subjects for the other two acts–Polydeukion and Hadrian for the tragedy and satyr-play, respectively–were obvious, and their plots long-determined in my own mind, but what about a comedy for Antinous? It would be too easy to just make something up about him as a divinity–in fact, I’ve already done so–but what episode in his life was comedic? More as the result of looking at a particular style of comedy that Hadrian actually enjoyed to have performed at his dinner parties, and with a little help from one of the Toys in particular, it soon became obvious. The result is what you have below, written in late March/early April of the present year, and shared only with a small number of people thus far in a private context.

Without further ado–apart from announcing that the agon I hosted earlier only had one entrant, so there is no grand prize, but nonetheless that intrepid entrant and his worthy contribution will be given a token of appreciation, at very least–I now present to you the play.

The Winemakers: A Dionysian Drama in Three Acts

by P. Sufenas Virius Lupus

Comedy: “The Wine-Pressers”

Dramatis Personae

Macchus (a large-nosed slave)
Bucco (a fat slave)
Manducus (another slave)
Samnio (a young slave)
Pappus (an old slave)

(Offstage Voices)
Lucius Marius Vitalis

[Enter the Five Slaves]

MANDUCUS: Bring the ladder, Bucco, and the buckets as well.

BUCCO: All by myself? I’m not one of the Hekatoncheires!

MACCHUS: And what is the ladder for, friend?

MANDUCUS: Unless you are Samnio, do you propose to vault into the wine-vat for the pressing of the grapes?

BUCCO: I can vault nothing myself!

PAPPUS: I have seen you vault over a table for the first grab at scraps, Bucco!

BUCCO: And you, Pappus, you couldn’t vault over a twig if your life depended on it!

PAPPUS: Come here, Bucco, and I’ll give you a twig! [Shakes his walking stick]

MACCHUS: Of what is your twig made, Pappus?

PAPPUS: Why, my twig is made of fig-wood.

MANDUCUS: Figs are tasty, and I love to fill my hole with them…

MACCHUS: Which hole, Manducus?

BUCCO: The one in his face—what other hole is there?

SAMNIO: Here, let me show you! [SAMNIO bends over and swivels his backside in the air]

BUCCO: It seems such a waste to put figs up one’s arse, though.

MACCHUS: It’s not the figs themselves that should go up…

SAMNIO: You must not be aware of the Great Mystery of Bacchus, then, Bucco!

BUCCO: What care I for such mysteries, Samnio, when the greatest mystery of Bacchus to be had…

MANDUCUS: Which is why we have the buckets, Bucco! So, take them in hand.

SAMNIO: But won’t the Dominus be upset if we steal from the pressing-vat?

MANDUCUS: He would be upset with us if we stole the wine, certainly; but it will not be wine yet, but instead only grape juice. There is no prohibition on that!

MACCHUS: How clever!

PAPPUS: And where is the pressing-vat, my friends?

MANDUCUS: In the Vallis Mirifice.

PAPPUS: The Vallum Murum, did you say? I thought that was the wall and the ditch that our Dominus made in Britannia!

SAMNIO: [To audience] No, that’s in the next act, Pappus.

VITALIS: [from offstage] It will be time for the lessons soon, Antinous!

MACCHUS: Oh, whose voice is that?

MANDUCUS: It could only be the young clerk, Lucius Marius Vitalis.

PAPPUS: If only I were younger, I’d like to marry his Vitalis… [places walking stick between his legs and begins to stroke it]

BUCCO: Perhaps your old eyes have not seen Antinous, then, Pappus!

PAPPUS: Auntie? No, I don’t think she knows us. [continues to stroke the stick]

MANDUCUS: He is as deaf as he is blind, I think.

MACCHUS: It’s too bad for him, then, that he isn’t Tiresias.

SAMNIO: So that he could prophesy about our future fates?

MACCHUS: No, so that he might turn into a woman and entertain all of us!

BUCCO: Would you love a woman so old as he is?

MACCHUS: No, certainly not! But a younger woman…

MANDUCUS: Like the Empress Sabina!

MACCHUS: Oh, if only I were Romulus…

BUCCO: Indeed—and our Dominus would then hand you your balls like Saturn did to Uranus.

MACCHUS: Perhaps the Domina could borrow Pappus’ stick, and then she could do whatever she liked to my anus!

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] What will be the lesson today, Vitalis?

VITALIS: [from offstage] I believe it is the Strobilos, Antinous.

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] The Top, you say?

VITALIS: [from offstage] The Top, indeed.

BUCCO: I suspect Vitalis is an expert in the Top.

MANDUCUS: No, I believe Antinous is an expert in the Top.

MACCHUS: Which one will top the other, then?

SAMNIO: If all of you would SHUT UP, we’ll surely hear!

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] Ooh, turn it faster, faster! Spin it, spin it!

VITALIS: [from offstage] I’m doing it as fast as I can!

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] If you don’t do it fast enough, it will never stand up, it will just keep flopping over on its side.

VITALIS: [from offstage] Well, then, perhaps you should whip it harder, if you’re the expert!

MANDUCUS: Whipping?!? What sort of madness is this they’re playing at?

MACCHUS: The kind one finds at Lupercalia.

SAMNIO: [to audience] Which is why you should always use adequate lupercation.

SABINA: [from offstage] Oh, it’s only you boys. Are you playing at the Top?

ANTINOUS AND VITALIS: [from offstage] We are, Domina.

SABINA: [from offstage] Might I join you?

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] Please do!

SAMNIO: It seems, Macchus, you might get your wish now!

SABINA: [from offstage] Oh, I see it’s only a small Top.

VITALIS: [from offstage] But once it gets going, you’ll see it stands tall and firm, Domina!

SABINA: [from offstage] So it does, Vitalis, but I find it helps if it has its point fitted firmly into a hole. Let me lie down and see if such a hole can be found.

MACCHUS: Oh, my! I must see this! Bucco, bring the ladder!

BUCCO: But then how will I see?

MACCHUS: Like the old man over there—not at all!

[MACCHUS clumsily takes the ladder from BUCCO, who struggles with it for a moment and then relents. MACCHUS takes it and sets it against the wall, to see into the window.]

MACCHUS: And now I shall mount the ladder and see Antinous and Vitalis play at the top with Sabina!

SAMNIO: Though I suspect Antinous and Vitalis are actually mounting the latter.

BUCCO: And what about me?

MACCHUS: Fuck it, Bucco!

BUCCO: Fuck it? Fuck it?…Wait—BUCKET!

[BUCCO takes the two buckets, upends them, and tries to stand on them to see into the window. In a moment, their bottoms break under his weight, and he falls down, not without knocking the ladder and MACCHUS over as well, breaking the ladder.]

MANDUCUS: Smooth move, Bucco! Now you’ve knocked the bottom out of the buckets!

SAMNIO: [to audience] As Antinous and Vitalis are surely doing to the Empress!

PAPPUS: What is going on? I can’t hear a thing!

MACCHUS: Then be quiet, all of you! If we cannot see, then we must give ear instead!

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Now, what are you boys playing at?

SABINA: [from offstage] They are showing off their small Top to me, and what skill they have with it. I have shown them the trick of placing it in the hole.

HADRIAN: [from offstage] And what have you boys learned in this?

VITALIS: [from offstage] It is easier to whip it faster if it is in the hole.

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] And surely it stands taller if it is in the hole.

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Excellent! Then I shall let you play with my own Top!

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] Oh, it’s so much bigger than ours!

VITALIS: [from offstage] And it looks like it has gone around thousands of times more!

SAMNIO: [to audience] That’s what happens when you’ve been the governor of Palmyra and the archon of Athens!

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Now, boys, you take the whip, and twist it as hard and as fast as you can. Quickly, now!

SABINA: [from offstage] Get it firmly in the hole…there, oh yes, you’ve got it now!

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Faster, faster!

SABINA: [from offstage] Oh yes, oh yes!

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] Oh, oh, I’ve never gone this fast before!

VITALIS: [from offstage] I’ve never seen one this big before!

[HADRIAN, SABINA, ANTINOUS, and VITALIS all begin grunting, screaming, and moaning as it goes faster and faster.]

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Oh…

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] And, just like that, it flops over and stops?

HADRIAN: [from offstage] I’m afraid so. That’s what happens when you play with it too much.

PAPPUS: I know how he feels!

SABINA: [from offstage] It wouldn’t have fallen over if you hadn’t let it slip out of the hole!

HADRIAN: [from offstage] The hole method is over-rated.

VITALIS: [from offstage] Is there a better way, Dominus?

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Yes: a well-oiled crease, which we used to call the “Wondrous Valley.”

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] Did you spin it there often, Dominus?

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Every chance I had, especially with boys like yourselves!

SABINA: [from offstage] Hmph! Such a childish waste of a perfectly good Top!

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Sulk all you like; I know you play at the Top with your women whenever you are able.

SABINA: [from offstage] One must play with something, husband. I grew weary of the ball you threw me, and I can dance to the drum and crottal so infrequently these days.

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] And what of the knucklebones?

SABINA: [from offstage] Alas, it has been years since I threw the Venus throw. It is all vultures and dogs for me these days.

SAMNIO: [to audience] Apparently, she’s been to Egypt.

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Would you be content with dogs if they chased your pigs more often?

SABINA: [from offstage] Who wouldn’t?

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Then what about these two dogs?

SABINA: [from offstage] Might I leash and lead them myself?

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Have the leash, but avoid the lash, my dear!

SABINA: [from offstage] It would be my pleasure! And what of this?

ANTINOUS: [from offstage] That old thing?

VITALIS: [from offstage] If it is truly useless…

HADRIAN: [from offstage] Yes, it’s time. The window!

[A large Strobilos is thrown out the window and lands in front of the Five Slaves, who are first shocked, and then scrutinize it closely.]

SAMNIO: Is that…

MANDUCUS: The Emperor’s fig?

MACCHUS: If it was in the Empress’ hole…

[MACCHUS picks it up and begins to smell it ostentatiously.]

BUCCO: Perhaps it can fill my hole, too, then.

SAMNIO: Which one?

MANDUCUS: The one in his face, lest he leave nothing for us!

MACCHUS: Or another, as it might be more enjoyable.

PAPPUS: Speak for yourselves!

[PAPPUS places his walking stick between his legs again and strokes it.]


Posted by: aediculaantinoi | April 21, 2016

Megala Antinoeia 2016: Agon!

With my recent departures not only from positions of authority/leadership in organized groups, but also from membership in particular groups as well, one might have thought that certain more organized activities and efforts on my part might also have ceased.

I don’t see why that would have to be the case–many other things in my religious life are not impacted by my membership or non-membership in any group, so I see the customs of this day and of this blog in the same way.

As a result, for today only, I’m going to be in the role of agonothete and agonodikes, which is to say: the convener of this year’s Sacred Games of Antinous, and also the judge of those games.

The rules are similar to previous years, with the following caveats:

–you can post your (shorter) literary entries in the comments on this present post, or post a link to them in the comments; or, failing that, send me a file to my e-mail address (which is aediculaantinoi [at] Hotmail [dot] com).
–you have between when this present post goes live and 6 PM Pacific time tonight to post entries/links! So, hop to it!
–if you are doing poetry, it must be at least 25 lines long.
–no matter what medium you’re using (visual arts, music, poetry/writing, etc.), it must not only include Antinous, but at least one other Deity–whether one from the wider Antinoan pantheon, or another Deity entirely (whether historically attested to have Antinoan connections or not…but no slapdash Photoshop collages of Antinous with a bunch of random Deities around him!)
–and, last but not least, it has to be original, never-posted-anywhere-before, and preferably new/recent (not necessarily written between now and 6 PM, but if so, all the better! But, no earlier than January of 2016 would be best).

I will then read all the entries tonight when I get home from work, and will have a decision on the winner before midnight, which will be posted here.

The prize: Free copies of my next 5 books, plus any of my current titles you might like to have as well.

(If there are both literary and visual entries, I’ll happily have two–or, as necessary, more [e.g. for music, etc.]!–categories, each with the same prize.)

One final qualification matter: if there is only one entry, then it’s not an agon, and thus there will be no winner. It’s only a contest if there is a struggle…that’s what agon means, and it is a great and powerful thing to struggle on behalf of devotion to our Deities.

I’ll have something to post later myself devotional art-wise…but not until after 6 (as I have work and a lot of meetings and other events today…I’m actually there now, and didn’t get to do this before I had to leave for the bus this morning!).

Hail to Antinous the Navigator, who now departs!
Hail to Antinous the Lover, who now arrives!

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