15th century musings . . .

In my other job, I work renaissance festivals, and there is one going on now. It's a big show, and draws a fairly large size crowd of revelers. However, I have never understood why some folks determine that because it is a costume event, they should parade their deepest sexual fantasies for all to share. This weekend, the theme is fantasies and fairies, and I lost count of all the fairy sluts I saw. What are they thinking? Are they thinking at all? I think not . . .