The Circus of Mars

In all of Ireland, the was but one woman who held the keys to true power. A force of nature who made men tremble with both fear and desire. Her name is Queen Maeve. Queen Maeve is a woman who will be second to no man; she is drop dead gorgeous (literally), strong as a bull and said to have slain whole legions of men, both on the battlefield and in the bed chamber… Queen Maeve is 100% Alpha-Female Queen Maeve in Irish myth is not only a heroine, but also a goddess of sovereignty who all the kings of Ireland where symbolically married too. One of her names is the “King maker”, as she could elevate any man, who is man enough, to his highest potential. Her skills and talents are great and many, she is a woman unto herself, a Queen who needs no King to be complete, but knows that Ireland is best ruled with a combined front of King and Queen. Queen Maeve’s feminine charms and sexual prowess are legendary. It is said she could easily exhust 30-40 men a night, maybe all at the sametim...

The name of Hercules instantly summons the images of raw strength and rugged masculinity. Hercules was born of a union between the mortal woman Alcmena and a God; Zeus the king of the Gods. Hercules is first and foremost a man. He is burdened with the flaws and temptations of any mortal man; but, gifted with the strength and near invincibility of a God. The latter part might sound ideal; however, the implications for Hercules’s actions are far reaching and often times tragic. His strength serves as much a curse as a blessing. Hercules treads on a slippery slope as more than a mortal man but less than a God. Much of Hercules’s story is a constant struggle with self control and accepting the responsibly for his otherworldly strength. The examination of Hercules’s life is a worthwhile study for any man, pagan or otherwise. Hercules seems to have all that a man could want. He is incredibly powerful, popular with the ladies and leads a heroic life filled with endless adventure; however, I...

The Horned God inhabits all religions. He is the great father of the wild woods, a mighty hunter who keeps the balance of life and death imposing its often harsh repercussions. He is the trickster who causes calamity in hopes of teaching a much needed lesson, the seductive dancer who stirs the maiden’s first thoughts of carnality, and finally he is the much recognized “great adversary” who commands the hosts of Hell. The Horned God is all they say he is and more. He is as beloved as he is loathed just as he is as essential as he is eternal in all his forms and functions. Pan is the dance that emulates the beauty and brutality inherent in the interplay between life and death and all that stand between the two. His dance lures the young boys and girls together. His lewd undulations ignite a fire in their loins that inspire them to “dance” new life into the world. The Horned God leaps and flourishes himself menacingly; his dances imitate battle scenes between young stags, antler to antler...