Special Guest Blogger: Greek God Eros

The Greeks have given us many great things such as thick yoghurt, sodomy, and triangles but they also gave me to the World and I was the irresistibly handsome God of Love, Sex and Desire.
I was born of Chaos and helped Uranus (Heaven) and Gaia (Earth) get it together and their offspring helped to populate the Universe and fill the pages of mythology and silly blogs like this and my role was to stir the passions and create desire, no matter how many hearts get broken in the process. To help in this mission, I carried a lethal love weapon, a magical bow with two string which nobody could withstand when my Arrows hit you.
Primarily known for the gold arrows from the string which denotes love, my other sting fired lead arrows and led the receiver to indifference so it’s best to get on my good side if you’re feeling lucky.
I went from being the most eligible bachelor in the Universe to a married man when i fell for the lovely mortal Psyche after accidentally pricking myself with one of my own arrows which was a match made not in Heaven, but in the Underworld.
My Mum, Aphrodite, was jealous of the beauty of my mortal girlfriend as people were leaving her altars barren to worship a mere mortal woman instead so she stole her away from me and imposed four difficult tasks on her which she did so as a reward Zeus turned Psyche into an immortal to live amongst the Gods with me.
My love life was complicated but my family life wasn't straight forward,  my mum complained to Themis that I did not grow and remained a perpetual child so Themis advised her to give me a brother and when she gave birth to Anteros, whenever I was near him, I grew into an adult but if Anteros was away, I shrank back to my previous, smaller size.
When the Romans took over the Greek they changed my name to Cupid and turned me from a handsome stallion of a God into a cute and cuddly baby angel which is a bit embarrassing but not as much as the Brits who thought they had stuck a statue of me in Piccadilly Circus only to find out it was actually a statue of my brother  Anteros.
The Sculptor thought I was too frivolous to immortalise so did the statue of goody two shoes Anteros instead who was the punisher of those who scorn love and the advances of others but the Londoners just shrugged and called it Eros anyway so it's not me but everyone thinks it is anyway so I'll take that, spin on that Anteros.