Post by Persephone on Jul 29, 2021 16:32:57 GMT
The premise of this story is if Persephone did stand up… in the year 2021. Here’s what one of her sets would look like. While it doesn't chronicle the very famous story of Persephone and Hades (how I could I ever compete with Lore Olympus), it does share a glimmer into the lesser known interactions between Persephone and Apollo. Enjoy! I really would have loved to perform this for you all, but you'll have to imagine it!
This year, for the first time in my life, I have been labeled as a confrontational person. You can laugh, because I know, I don’t look confrontational. Being confrontational was never something I wanted, it’s more of something my um, situation has made me become. Just as a reference for how far I’ve come, my entire youth, people called me Core, generic maiden. I feel like Persephone, bringer of death, just fits me better you know? I was characterized as a chronic people please, outgoing, innocent, youthful, but never confrontational.
I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree because have you all met my mother? I’ve learned though that confrontation is like a dial, a 1-2 will get you stepped on by other people but cranking it up all the way all the time will make you an asshole. Once again, just think about my very dramatic mother. I can’t tell you how much she flipped out when I decided to go by Persephone, This is the same woman who decided to starve the entire world's civilization because her daughter was off goofing around in the Underworld. My therapist and I are working through everything and I'd really appreciate the space to process my feelings. I'd love to tell you the hot goss about Hades but that’s a story for another day.
I’m still learning how to be a confrontational goddess, especially as a confrontational millennial goddess. The ancient gods love to hate on millennials. Like my friend Cassandra just started as a social media coordinator and every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s decision making, the managers don’t listen, even when things blow up exactly as she predicted!
Being a millennial goddess is not about eating endless avocado toast while cackling at old people on the internet, it’s really about pushing your goals back hoping that one day you have a job that pays you with real money and not a made up currency or grappling with the fact that your father is literally everyone’s father.
It’s true that breaking someone’s prized possession in a fit of rage is not the best example of being a #girlboss. Yes, this happened to everyone’s “favorite” sun god. What’s so great about that guy anyway? I spent my whole life being this little innocent maiden in the Mortal Realm and it took forever to convince Demeter, ah she hates it when I call her that, to let me experience Olympus. It’s only a rite of passage for a literal goddess. My mom thinks really highly of Artemis, I mean who wouldn’t, so she let me live in Olympus for a bit if Artemis agreed to keep an eye on me.
A little backstory. Demeter raised me in a truly sheltered way. Artemis encouraged me to experience everything about Olympus, even swiping right on minor demigods on Gold Apple, you know the one Paris made super famous? My first date went like this: so who’s your father? Um Zeus? Oh me too. It was just really awkward. I don’t know why someone would open with a question like that.
But this is about Apollo, Apollo with his quirky button down shirts and lyre playing photos. Well what do you know, this guy is the god of music? *Rolls eyes* Apollo who liked lowbrow stuff like Homer and Hesiod and listening to flute music on Saturday nights. Apollo who sent me a message that he arrived early. Well the Apollo Artemis described was not the Apollo I met at the Olympus Caffe and Bakery.
This is a fun aside, but I recently stalked Apollo on Gods.net, curious as to what happened to him. Well I can tell you, he cut all his hair off and is all about chariots now. Like really about chariots.
In the first ten minutes of our date, I realize that he lied about his age, didn’t even know who Hesiod was, and just had bad energy. Despite this, I didn’t know how to abruptly just leave. What would Page 6 say if they caught me just walking out on Apollo? We continue chatting and he asks if he can use the bathroom. I say yes, not because I don’t care about safety, but because I live with Artemis and it seems rude to assume the worst of people, even if they’re bland and prone to lying. I hadn’t even fully moved in yet so there’s nothing even this room, like just a yoga mat on the floor.
I want him to leave but there’s something that prevents me from simply telling him to. After about another hour, he says “can I ask something weird? Can I kiss you?” Conversationally it’s not working out, but what do I have to lose? I say yes but purposely try to do a not so great job. Five seconds in, he stops me and says “is there something wrong?” I didn’t think it merited that kind of alarm. We revert back to some boring chatter about how he’s very insecure. After twenty minutes of staring into space, he has this look: “Can I ask another weird question?” “Uh okay.” “You’re so attractive in this weird way I can’t explain. Do you want to get naked in your bed together?” I look at him for twenty seconds. “No.” “Oh, okay, I didn’t think you’d say yes. I’m trying out this new thing where I try to face rejection.” Not going to tell Demeter she was right about some of the appalling behavior I’ve witnessed in Olympus.
Can you believe this guy?
I don’t think he’s told Artemis what happened and I really don’t have the heart to tell her what a creep her brother is. Artemis later told me that in the first ten minutes of our date, he realized he wanted to MARRY ME. Is that a normal thing around here, because it’s really not where I’m from. He did offer me the lyre that his brother Hermes gave to him. It’s not my proudest moment, but I totally just trashed that thing. It just filled me with so much rage. Don’t even get me started on what Ares has been sliding into my dms. Gods!
Confrontational Woman
I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree because have you all met my mother? I’ve learned though that confrontation is like a dial, a 1-2 will get you stepped on by other people but cranking it up all the way all the time will make you an asshole. Once again, just think about my very dramatic mother. I can’t tell you how much she flipped out when I decided to go by Persephone, This is the same woman who decided to starve the entire world's civilization because her daughter was off goofing around in the Underworld. My therapist and I are working through everything and I'd really appreciate the space to process my feelings. I'd love to tell you the hot goss about Hades but that’s a story for another day.
I’m still learning how to be a confrontational goddess, especially as a confrontational millennial goddess. The ancient gods love to hate on millennials. Like my friend Cassandra just started as a social media coordinator and every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s decision making, the managers don’t listen, even when things blow up exactly as she predicted!
Being a millennial goddess is not about eating endless avocado toast while cackling at old people on the internet, it’s really about pushing your goals back hoping that one day you have a job that pays you with real money and not a made up currency or grappling with the fact that your father is literally everyone’s father.
It’s true that breaking someone’s prized possession in a fit of rage is not the best example of being a #girlboss. Yes, this happened to everyone’s “favorite” sun god. What’s so great about that guy anyway? I spent my whole life being this little innocent maiden in the Mortal Realm and it took forever to convince Demeter, ah she hates it when I call her that, to let me experience Olympus. It’s only a rite of passage for a literal goddess. My mom thinks really highly of Artemis, I mean who wouldn’t, so she let me live in Olympus for a bit if Artemis agreed to keep an eye on me.
A little backstory. Demeter raised me in a truly sheltered way. Artemis encouraged me to experience everything about Olympus, even swiping right on minor demigods on Gold Apple, you know the one Paris made super famous? My first date went like this: so who’s your father? Um Zeus? Oh me too. It was just really awkward. I don’t know why someone would open with a question like that.
But this is about Apollo, Apollo with his quirky button down shirts and lyre playing photos. Well what do you know, this guy is the god of music? *Rolls eyes* Apollo who liked lowbrow stuff like Homer and Hesiod and listening to flute music on Saturday nights. Apollo who sent me a message that he arrived early. Well the Apollo Artemis described was not the Apollo I met at the Olympus Caffe and Bakery.
This is a fun aside, but I recently stalked Apollo on Gods.net, curious as to what happened to him. Well I can tell you, he cut all his hair off and is all about chariots now. Like really about chariots.
In the first ten minutes of our date, I realize that he lied about his age, didn’t even know who Hesiod was, and just had bad energy. Despite this, I didn’t know how to abruptly just leave. What would Page 6 say if they caught me just walking out on Apollo? We continue chatting and he asks if he can use the bathroom. I say yes, not because I don’t care about safety, but because I live with Artemis and it seems rude to assume the worst of people, even if they’re bland and prone to lying. I hadn’t even fully moved in yet so there’s nothing even this room, like just a yoga mat on the floor.
I want him to leave but there’s something that prevents me from simply telling him to. After about another hour, he says “can I ask something weird? Can I kiss you?” Conversationally it’s not working out, but what do I have to lose? I say yes but purposely try to do a not so great job. Five seconds in, he stops me and says “is there something wrong?” I didn’t think it merited that kind of alarm. We revert back to some boring chatter about how he’s very insecure. After twenty minutes of staring into space, he has this look: “Can I ask another weird question?” “Uh okay.” “You’re so attractive in this weird way I can’t explain. Do you want to get naked in your bed together?” I look at him for twenty seconds. “No.” “Oh, okay, I didn’t think you’d say yes. I’m trying out this new thing where I try to face rejection.” Not going to tell Demeter she was right about some of the appalling behavior I’ve witnessed in Olympus.
Can you believe this guy?
I don’t think he’s told Artemis what happened and I really don’t have the heart to tell her what a creep her brother is. Artemis later told me that in the first ten minutes of our date, he realized he wanted to MARRY ME. Is that a normal thing around here, because it’s really not where I’m from. He did offer me the lyre that his brother Hermes gave to him. It’s not my proudest moment, but I totally just trashed that thing. It just filled me with so much rage. Don’t even get me started on what Ares has been sliding into my dms. Gods!