[FILTERED FROM APHRODITE.] Not even gonna fucking lie. I googled myself. I was curious to see what shit was out there, but I just ended up going through wikipedia. Like a dweeb. No big deal, lots of crazy shit there but at least it wasn't, y'know, super super fucking awkward shit.
Then I found this:
Apparently it's "The Olympians Receiving Psyche" or some shit.
I have so many fucking questions about this. Seriously. Like. Where the fuck am I? Am I the girl flashing everyone or am I wearing the blue dress? Maybe I'm the girl in the green, y'know? Just chillin' in the back until I get the okay to come forward? Furthermore, why is Eros, like, two feet tall? The fuck. I wasn't any cradle robber.
I think I've pretty much figured out who everyone is. You're all pretty easy to figure out. Seriously. Like, it's way too fucking easy. How come I didn't get a cool trademark hat or color to set me apart too? I had wings, couldn't this guy have painted them in? Or was I still a mortal in this painting?
Fuck this painting.
Fuck I forgot how naked you all were. Clothing optional twenty-four fucking seven.