Oh, when I joined the Eagles (as it might be yesterday)

I would like to make several thoughtful posts, but they may have to hold off a day or two while I catch up on sleep.

On a brief grocery errand earlier this evening, I passed a man wearing a T-shirt which stated in black on hot pink, in a combination of san-serif and expressively ornate fonts, "I sweat glitter and cum—" and then he was using his smartphone with both hands, so his arms were in such a position that I couldn't read what the T-shirt professed its wearer cums. Metaphysically, I feel it should be something like "confetti," but I can't prove it. I am concerned that attempting to find out via Google will lead only to regret. [edit] It is confetti! Thank you, friendslist.

(My T-shirt for the day has been the one for the Legio VI Victrix which rushthatspeaks got me in 2012, with the bull-emblem in gold on Roman-red. I try not to wear it too often, so as not to fade it with washing. There are occasions it's right for.)

Today also contained a legitimate conversational opportunity to mention the apotropaic winged phallus (now with bells on!), as well as that one relief where a fascinus wards off the evil eye by ejaculating in it, so obviously I did.

I'm not sure if I sense a theme.