My favorite graffiti from the walls of Pompeii. For more, visit here
. I love that ancient graffiti always stands as an example that no matter how much time passes, humans don't actually change much at all. The first one below is my absolute favorite. What a declaration. The story of Successus and Severus is a close second.
Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!
Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this.
We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus.
[Severus]: “Successus, a weaver, loves the innkeeper’s slave girl named Iris. She, however, does not love him. Still, he begs her to have pity on him. His rival wrote this. Goodbye.”.
[Answer by Successus]: “Envious one, why do you get in the way. Submit to a handsomer man and one who is being treated very wrongly and good looking.”
[Answer by Severus]: “I have spoken. I have written all there is to say. You love Iris, but she does not love you.”
I screwed the barmaid
Lesbianus, you defecate and you write, ‘Hello, everyone!’
Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.
On April 19th, I made bread
Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog
Defecator, may everything turn out okay so that you can leave this place
Hectice, baby, Mercator says hello to you
I have buggered men
If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girlfriend
Atimetus got me pregnant
I don’t want to sell my husband, not for all the gold in the world
Secundus likes to screw boys.
I screwed a lot of girls here.
If anyone sits here, let him read this first of all: if anyone wants a screw, he should look for Attice; she costs 4 sestertii.
No young buck is complete until he has fallen in love
Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!
The one who buggers a fire burns his penis
O walls, you have held up so much tedious graffiti that I am amazed that you have not already collapsed in ruin.
We have wet the bed, host. I confess we have done wrong. If you want to know why, there was no chamber pot
“Secundus defecated here” three times on one wall.
Two friends were here. While they were, they had bad service in every way from a guy named Epaphroditus. They threw him out and spent 105 and half sestertii most agreeably on whores.
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