Excerpt from My First Bacchanal

             I felt it all at once, the ache, the longing, the drive, I had to have it, I needed it or I’d explode.  I’d felt this same way each month at the full moon ever since I’d reached adulthood.  You see, I am a satyr and each month on the full moon, satyrs gather for the Bacchanal.  A night of wine, women and song.  Well in my case, a night of wine, men, and more men, at least I hoped.  This was to be my very first Bacchanal and I was going out of my mind with excitement...