Correlations..

Before the ash fell and made my beautiful Pompeii nothing more than a curios for greedy, sweaty tourists. I was a slave, a servant and a lap pet. All my masters were cruel before Arion came. Arion, the one who gave me the dark blood. Put me into the trade of carving cameos (I gave some of my original pieces to Lorraine McQueen - I wonder if she fathomed the value of them before she died - Dear woman. Yes, even I think that)
I fought as a gladiator, not as a man but as a woman. This was my choice back then. I wanted to be different, be noticed, be dragged up by my sandlestraps into a better station. You know all this already, I realize. Why do I mention it now?

In Roma, it is white night month (See link by clicking on blog title) . The stores stay open all night and there are many special events. During September, I can move about more freely at night. People assume I am an eccentric traveler or actor and simply let me go about my business unnoticed. Hunting is rich, due to the high level of thieves picking pockets. As quickly as they pick, so I then pick them off.
Often as I wander the cobbles, I think about the times I wasn't free. How I found pleasure in the the things life did deal me. My skills as a craftsman, the thrill of the fight and last but not least cold and bitter domination of males (even females) who would seek to look upon me with a perverted fascination. These were the things that made me, me. These are the things that I still delight in now.

I have turned the tables and own a house, with staff AND SLAVES..Yes even in this day and age. My manservant Adonis is utterly devoted to me. My opinion: So he should be, but when I have had my fill, I'll make him fight for his life in my very reception hall. He'll lose of course - beg me for the blood after I have nearly drained him dry. Then I shall merryily kiss him goodbye and step on his neck. Well, they shoot horses don't they?

More to be added here..the sun rises and I must rest.

Regards, P