ANST - Santa Viagra -- Herstory <Part 1>

[j'lynn yeates]

lords. ladies, friends, and enemies ... i bring to you a channeled communication from a 
well known sidhe-brother who tired of this age and passed into the west in the long, 
almost forgotten past ... 

'wolf


Gentles All,

In case, you have wondered about the truth about Saint Viagra, here it is.
This is also appearing on rec.org.sca. 

In service to the Graal-shaped Beacon,
Sir Balthazar

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Herstory of Santa Viagra (the really early years)

Although details of her birth are sketchy at best, we do know that
Scullery Grayway (later known as Santa Viagra) was born October 31, A.S.
IX, 4:35 PM, in what was then Atenveldt (the D is silent). Her parents
were on their way to a List somewhere near Bjornsburg when Grayway, Maid
of Tarn Mist, made her way into the Knowne Worlde (the Es are both
sounded) smack in middle of the Current Middle Ages. 

We know little of her parents. Her mother was not a virgin but was a Virgo
with a Taurus Moon, three planets in Capricorn, and her ascendant 12
degrees Aries, which explains a lot, really. Her father was reputed to be
a knight.

Young Scullery grew to young womanhood surrounded by the accouterments of
Medieval Reenactment fever: rattan teething rings, duct-taped teddy
dragons, being tucked into her mother's liripipe sleeves at events,
watching her father kill his friends. She learned to never invite heralds
upon picnics, that it is always the senechal's fault, how to tell SCA
standard time (take local time and add 1.733 hours to it), and that
freaking the mundanes is always In Period.

In her mundane school, Miss (soon Lady) Grayway had some difficulties. The
good teaching sisters of Our Lady of the Asteroids did their best to
convince her that baseball bats were not appropriate toys after the
incident with the rude third grade boy and the snap blow. How she learned
that particular move (moline with a slot shot that parted the boy's hair
down to his tonsils) no one was sure but Scullery's mom always blamed her
father. Her father, Sir Tain of Naught, had used just that combination to
win a list just two weeks previously.

What Scullery lacked in the "plays well with others" deportment
department, she more than made up for in history, illumination, and
needlework. Her shop class was stunned when she donned a full set of 13th
century plate armor she had completed for extra credit. The class was even
more delighted when she had the teacher, Sister Brazil, hit her with an ax
handle. Calling the helm blow "light" she proceeded to an impromptu
version of "We are the Knights from Camelot" from the movie "Monty
Python's Holy Grail." Her performance of assorted filk songs from the
now-banned Dark Horde Songbook at parent's night is still being talked
about in hushed whispers in the convent. Even the drunkest of patrons that
evening agreed that her version of "The Good Ship Venus" was a tad risqué.

<Next: Teen lust and duct-tape - recipe for disaster>



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