The Romans were interested in gods for just about everything above....and below.

Apparently, she also was known as a protector of sexual intercourse within marriage, and later became identified with Venus.

All honour to Cloacina, a goddess below.

Interesting. I wonder if she ever got together with Sterquilinus, the God of faeces and soil fertilisation.

I'm sure they met in, er, passing.

Marto

And from the Latin, we get "cloaca" - meaning the multifunctional vent of birds...

I wonder if there is anyone who still worshits her?

Every time someone uses a particularly nasty public facility or campground outhouse, for whatever form of 'worshitssssssss' .They may not KNOW who they are praying to, but they are hoping someone is listening (and not outside the door) .

Also, anyone 'caught short' will be sure to send up some kind of petition for a place of relief ,I'm pretty sure.

I think sewers were a wonderful invention: inspired as it were. It's all very well to hang about crossroads at midnight with multiple black cats and amulets, but everybody has to pay Cloacina a visit sometime.

Marto

Indeed, many is the time on the Number 8 from Whitley Bay I have had to get off at Seaton Sluice & had to shanks pony back to Blyth .

Relief was obtained but the walk sucked

Obviously, you weren't doing your oblations to the right deity! Now you know better, remember to give generously and often ( especially before your trip

Marto

I' like to know the god/ess of pit latrines and pish on toilet seats. Something about this country - nobody, not women nor men, seem to be able to aim for the friggin' hole! You use more toilet paper wiping seats (when they exist - or rims) than you do on your own arse. I have no idea why it's such a difficult concept *shrug*