Chetan Skala's Blog (1)

   Every year I meet a woman who declares me "the green man" and every year she invites me to Beltane but she always proves herself unworthy before the ceremony. They see wild animals respond to my voice. The weather change with my mood. They see me play my flute. They feel the maypole opening them up like never before. I give her the best sex she's ever had in her life but not as good as it could be. I won't give her the whole enchilada because she can't prove herself worthy of that…