Permit me to repeat my oft-repeated offer: Mr. Black, Oral sex. Bear your love child. Dress up as the french maid/the grecian slave girl/the haughty lawyer/the wicked witch (ok, some require less dress-up than the others). Your choice. Name the place. I don't make this offer for just everyone, you know.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."