The obsession with figures from classical mythology, especially those yummy Olympians, and their complicated incestuous and convoluted relations with each others and the humans has featured heavily in art and literature through the ages.
Personally I find them super engaging, far more entertaining than most deities and immortal creatures, they're just so fickle, so feckless, so damn human. So imagine my delight and confusion to realise that I was dating one...trust me to find the only one who doesn't actually live on the Mount, with its social interaction, family squibbling , manna etc, and make him my beau. No, my beau isn't the lovely Neptune, with his tridents, oceans, mer-people, he is none other than Hades, lord of the underworld, god of the dead, a deity so fearsome, so uncomfortable making, so creepy that the Romans didn't bother plagiarizing him when they did their conversions.
So, back to my conundrum, what do you do when you find yourself dating the one that the Greeks call "the unseen", the one guy guaranteed to drag you all the way down and keep you locked there, listening to the doomed voices of his subjects, for all eternity? Well, you could suck it up like Persephone, and settle for your one annual escape, that riotous Springtime where the world is full of color and life is full of possibility (otherwise known in the lingo of interminable relationships as "a girl's trip"), after all Hades is charming, powerful, and captivating in the literal and metaphorical sense, and being the god of the underworld, it's likely that you're gonna end up with him anyway. Or you could buck up, lift your head, and refuse to be buried alive, set your sights higher, like on Apollo's golden rays, or Zeus's sexay zigzagged lightening rays. You mull it over for me, I'm gonna try and hitch a ride with Mercury just in case....
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