tutatur et Fascinus, imperatorum quoque, non solum infantium, custos

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit!

In anticipation of the new year, ladymondegreen sent us a care package, containing among other treasures two pieces of petrified wood, a wooden puzzle of a winged sphinx, and a bronze fascinus amulet.

That's right. We now own a small copper-wire winged phallus with little clawed feet and a handwritten tag reading, "I am here to ejaculate in the eye of your enemies. Hi!" It's sitting in the liquor cabinet between the sphinx and the catwings. I am thinking we should hang it over the doorway or the bed of our new apartment when we have one. Like all the best of its kind, it has a vivid personality while remaining recognizably a penis. With wings.

It's pretty great.

Comments

[coraline]

oh. my. god. That is the best thing and I feel like ursulav needs to see it.
(if you're not familiar with ursulav's phalloi paintings, you should be:
https://www.google.com/search?q=ursula+phalloi

[sovay]

if you're not familiar with ursulav's phalloi paintings, you should be

Those are magnificent. I especially like the disconsolate blue phallos and the catgirl phallos with the bell round its neck.

Feel free to point her this way! I will try to take a picture for posterity when there's better light.

[coraline]

yes please do document and I will point her this way (she doesn't know me from adam, but hopefully if she's unbusy she might see a comment from a stranger :)

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Oddly, before it went winging your way the phallos was keeping company with my catwings, though that's not hard given some of the theming in my house.

I am so pleased that you like them and that they are cheering.

[sovay]

I am so pleased that you like them and that they are cheering.

They are wonderful presents. Thank you.

Who made the fascinum? Normally I see them in museums!

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

I obtained it from an Etsy shop called Lydia's Libido, which had one of the few modern representations of the species. I hesitated over it for a while, and then decided it was definitely meant to live with you.

I suppose, looked at in the right way, all the denizens of the package are mythological creatures. It's a shame about the dryads though.

[sovay]

I obtained it from an Etsy shop called Lydia's Libido, which had one of the few modern representations of the species.

I am so happy there is someone in the modern world still making apotropaic Roman phalli. I hadn't known.

I hesitated over it for a while, and then decided it was definitely meant to live with you.

It was the last gift we opened and it made me shout with delight. I genuinely hadn't been expecting it, or its dialogue tag. (The keys in the card, by the way, were perfect.)

It's a shame about the dryads though.

You never know, given enough water and time.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I definitely grew up with a love of cryptic clues and rebus. I put together scavenger hunts for fun (ask me sometime about hiding chocolate in an oven so the wild lizards wouldn't find it), so I thought a bit of riddling wouldn't go amiss, given the recipients.

I will be very glad if the dryads rehabilitate. I have a particular affinity for them.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

I'm currently listening to the HPLHS' radio adaptation of "At the Mountains of Madness," so be careful about reviving those petrified dryads.

[sovay]

I'm currently listening to the HPLHS' radio adaptation of "At the Mountains of Madness," so be careful about reviving those petrified dryads.

Dammit, my ability to write fiction is completely shot right now, and that is a great idea.

(How's the radio adaptation? I've only heard their Call of Cthulhu.)

[ethelmay.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the petrified wood is just dryad coproliths?

[sovay]

Perhaps the petrified wood is just dryad coproliths?

I figured they had just been fossilized.

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

a bronze fascinus amulet

The Museum of London has some wonderful tiny penis amulets, and I really wished they had some replicas for sale, but alas it was not to be.