It's me, the Goddess of Love, and I'm here to tell you all about my fabulous life. My name is Amora, but my true title is the Roman Goddess of Love. Born on a sunny day in Rome, Italy, I was destined for greatness. My story begins with a tumultuous childhood - my parents were both powerful gods, making me an heir to their legacy.

Growing up, I learned the art of seduction from the best teachers: my mother, Venus, and my father, Mars. They taught me how to use my beauty, charm, and wit to manipulate others into doing my bidding. And let me tell you, it worked like a charm! Men were drawn to me like flies to honey.

I had many lovers throughout history - kings, queens, warriors, and even gods themselves. My powers were unmatched in the art of love magic. I could make men fall head over heels for me with just one glance, and that's why they called me "Goddess."

One fateful night changed everything for me, however. A man named Eros - Cupid, in Greek mythology - fell deeply in love with me. He was smitten like no other and couldn't resist my charms.

But fate had different plans. While we were making love, he got angry at a particular moment when I wouldn't give him what he wanted. That's when he transformed into an animal, specifically the creature that has the closest connection to the vagina - a snake!

Oh, it was terrible! The anger in his heart spread all over my body like oil on warm skin. My once-gorgeous hair became messy and tangled. My beautiful breasts were squeezed mercilessly until I screamed out for mercy.

I tried crawling away from him but Eros would not let go of me that day. He held onto me tight as if we were glued together forever, making it impossible to escape his wrath.

My entire body was filled with an overwhelming rage - my hair turned wild and frizzy like a bedhead; my skin felt hot like a freshly baked pizza; my eyes grew wide in terror.

All I could do was lay there as Eros unleashed all of his anger upon me, filling the air with screams that echoed through history. It's now known as "The Great Goddess Love Strife".

As we eventually separated after days of tormenting each other, I realized something - though he had hurt me so deeply in those moments when he turned into a beast, our love for one another only grew stronger because of it.

Today, people call me Angry Fucked By Man and I'm still living with the memories of that fateful night. Some even say my hair is like fancy flowers now, symbolizing my resilience against adversity.

So there you have it - this is who I am: A goddess with a lot of love in my heart but also lots of scars to show for it too! Would you like to learn more about me? Maybe we could grab some coffee or go on an adventure together?