Special Guest Blogger: Greek Goddess Artemis

I was the result of a wild fling between Zeus with a lovely lady called Leto. He was married to Hera at the time, and not wanting his wanton ways to reach her jealous ears, changed himself and Leto into quails. Gods can do that sort of thing. Especially randy Zeus, who must have experienced sex in the guise of almost every animal at some time or another.
So Zeus laid Leto, and Leto laid me and it must have been a double yolker as my brother Apollo was born at the same time.
Having a sex-mad quail for a dad can put a girl off men so when i grew up, i ran off into the wild and took to hunting with a band of women’s liberation Nymphs (particularly the Dryads) such as Callisto, who joined me in the vows of chastity.
Despite the hunting, I did care deeply for animals but i had little respect for human males. When a prowling peeper called Acteon caught sight of me bathing naked in a pool, i hounded him to death with his own hounds. Then the Great Hunter Orion got belted into oblivion with the aid of a large scorpion when he was doing the same pervy thing.
There are many ‘hunting accidents’ when the name Artemis crops up but nobody was willing to point their finger at me, probably because I would just chop it off, but i wasn’t a complete man-hater, as my efforts on behalf of Hippolytus show, bringing him back to life after Aphrodite had him killed.
My temple at Ephesus contained a statue of a female who, it seems, had undergone breast implants on a multiple scale. She was festooned with them and the busty statue was actually Cybele, a Goddess known for having lashings of lust (and bloodlust).
In due course the Romans came and changed my name to Diana and my public relations were much improved. Now I am the top Goddess of the feminist movement and an inspiration to animal rights activists, as long as quails aren’t involved.