In Ancient Rome, March 24th was a very painful day. Yes, a painful day indeed. You see, it was considered the Day of Blood (dies sanguines). Ouch. In honor of the Mother-Goddess Cybele, people would lacerate themselves with knives to offer her blood. New priest would castrate themselves and spill their blood on the altar, and the old priest would think “Thank god that's not me.” This was done in a real-life imitation of what had happened to the goddess’ consort Attis, who in case you didn’t know, was the beau of the goddess Cybele and to show his love he castrated himself to avoid marrying another, that’s one story, there are many, but they all end with him loosing his jewels. Ouch again. But don’t feel sorry for Cybele and Attis’ love life, for you see, Attis was a vegetation deity who could regenerate himself each year. That’s right, each spring he would grow new testicles in case Cybele was in the mood for some, oh la la.
One story goes that Attis grew up like a flower, and when he had grown to be fair and tall, he was beloved by the Mother of the Gods (Cybele). And she entrusted all things to him, and so set on his head the starry cap of youth. Yes, he was a nature boy, and real tree huger, and man who understood the strength of a powerful woman.