A Voodoo Spring
I woke up this morning with the realization of how fragile the season of spring is; nestled between languid summer and the robust chill of winter. The poor thing barely stands a chance and yet here we are again. Spring is the underdog for sure and yet the one who has the most work to do. Passions stir, buds swell, and ones mind does turn to other things. I am reminded of satyrs, Bacchus and Pan perhaps all one and the same…or maybe not.
This year, spring arrived while I was away cavorting (quite satyr-like) in New Orleans. What better or bigger Harbinger of Spring is there than Mardi Gras? I drove from Dallas into New Orleans and delighted in every mile. The first words that came into my head when I crossed the Mississippi river were strange, mysterious, and beautiful. The swamps that lined either side of the roads leading into New Orleans struck the timbre deep inside. I couldn’t help but stare at the trees that grew like long skeletal fingers from the swamps. Great bird’s nests clung precariously to finger-like branches and great swathes of moss draped the bone white trees as if trying to soften the blow of the stark landscape. I was entranced and felt as if I had truly returned to somewhere I had been before. Rain and wind; two forces not to be misjudged or ignored followed me quite closely and while there I soon discovered it is indeed possible to be both warm and cold at the same time.
Spring is also temperamental and with good cause. It is during this season when things are waking up from the long sleep of winter. Moody, anxious, excited this is Nature’s most instrumental cycle and will not be ignored. Mardi Gras literally means “Fat Tuesday” and when one does decide to embark on celebrating this Holiday one soon discovers the definition is apt.
Food is copious, drink is ever flowing, and sexual romps of every nature are being enacted; it is a feast and festival that Bacchus would indeed be proud of. In fact, it is no small coincidence that many of the ornate, noisy floats that roll down the crowded streets of New Orleans are in fact decorated with this wine loving deity. This is a time to celebrate life; new lovers, old lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers…it doesn’t matter! The streets team with life and good cheer, and the over indulgent. This is a time for abandon and even as a collective roar arises from the booze soaked denizens on Bourbon, I am immediately reminded of the penalty of the Lenten holiday that will serve as a sobering taskmaster the following week.
However, Bacchus is not concerned with next week…and neither are his followers. They are concerned with NOW, TODAY…
When Spring casts a mighty rainstorm down upon the French Quarter and we all run nymph-like into waiting pubs and cafes where roasted oysters and bloody Mary’s await, I wonder if there is truly anything more wonderful or beautiful then sitting in a sidewalk café as the nasty little spring shower has its way with the streets where only minutes before the satyrs played.
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Xavier Axelson is a writer of erotica who has worked in the adult industry for over 15 years. During this time, he has assisted countless people with exploring their healthy sexual needs, questions, and lifestyles. He first lectured at a college regarding sexual health at the age of 19.
He has trained as a dungeon master, worked for a notorious Hollywood Madame as a consultant and as a talent agent for the adult film industry.
Presently he works for a leader in the sexual technology industry where he helps people daily with tips, advice, and guidance on how to have a more satisfying sexual life, no matter what the preference, kink, or interest.
He has several degrees in fields such as communications, library technology, and literature.