But hold onto your hats, girls, because I doubt that the part of the male anatomy that you’re thinking about, is the one I’m writing about here today. But, read on anyway, as I think you’ll still like it.
As a writer of erotic romance, I have the absolute pleasure of
writing about, thinking about, inspecting photos of, and – yes – fantasizing about, the male anatomy. It’s my job, you see. Sigh, yes, someone’s got to do it.
So, I started thinking about what bits of the male body are my
favourite. Images immediately spring to mind of my VERY fave bit, or bits. I’m obsessed with them. Can’t get enough of looking at them – for research purposes only, of course. Ahem.
Despite my obsession, can you believe that, in my
ignorance, I didn’t know what they are called until I googled them. My favourite part of the male body is the Adonis Belt.
What, you may well ask, is the Adonis belt? Well, for years I’ve
tried to find the perfect way to describe those V section muscles that stretch from the top of a male’s hips down to, um, where they seem to be pointing and saying, “Here I am! Look at me!”
The anatomical name is iliac furrow, and apparently doesn’t appear in modern-day academic tomes such as Gray’s Anatomy, but is still often encountered when studying art history. The Adonis belt is known by many other names, it seems. One is Apollo’s Belt, but
given that Apollo was a Greek sun god, I prefer the linking of those beautiful strips to the god of desire and beauty – Adonis.
Whilst the current popularity of body building has spawned a
whole set of obsessive terms of reference under what they call the ‘Adonis Complex’, some of the other names given to those ‘lurve handles’ are related to Greek mythology also, but I fail to find the term ‘athlete’s girdle’ very romantic, nor do I think Poseidon's Fanny-pack, Aphrodite's Saddle, or Hercules’s Girdle, adequately describe what most women find one of the most irresistible parts of the male body. The above nick-names sound, to me, like boys locker-room talk.
So, who was Adonis? Well, the story is complicated, but I’ll try and paint it here in a nutshell. Aphrodite, (the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and procreation), was wounded by an arrow shot by Eros, (the Greek god of love). Somehow, she spotted the beautiful Adonis and fell in love with him. But apparently he was only a baby, so she entrusted him to Persephone, the Queen of
the underworld. So, then Persephone also fell in love with Adonis’s exquisite beauty, and refused to give him back to Aphrodite. So, the child custodian laws kicked in by way of Calliope who, on behalf of Zeus, decreed that Adonis was to spend one-third of every year with each of Aphrodite and Persephone, and the
last third where ever he chose. Being the lovely boy he was, he chose to spend two-thirds with Aphrodite. How sad it must have been when beautiful Adonis was killed, under mysterious circumstances, by a wild boar, and died in Aphrodite’s arms.
So, Adonis, the mortal god of beauty, and the archetype for any handsome youth, lives on in the minds of women everywhere, and also in the pages of books written by erotic romance writers. What a wonderful legacy. So next time you’re ogling those V shapes, reach out and touch them, stroke them even, and think of