A Little About our Muse.

The Virgin Mary, Mary, The Mother of Jesus, The Madonna, touched down on this earth approximately two thousand and twenty three years ago, by our modern calendar. By no way can we be sure of exactly when, but we can ball-park it. From conception she was one bad-ass chick. Roman Catholics believe in the Immaculate Conception of Mary, meaning that she was filled with grace from the very moment of her conception in her mother’s womb and preserved from the stain of original sin. She conceived and birthed our Savior, ever virgin, and is revered above all women, as the mother of us all. Mary knew what was up.

Mary wasn’t kidding around. She tramped around on a donkey, gave birth in a barn, and generally chased around the divine Mr. J throughout His childhood, and remained His faithful and loving servant to the moment He gave up the ghost and coasted up the the Big Man. That’s a lot of weeping and gnashing, kids. In all that time of service and reverence, Mary must have seen some pretty freaky shit. She must have had a lot of insight into the crazy behavior of each and every Jew and Goy.

It’s with great love and devotion that Urban Virgin takes its name. I want to honor my Lady, who was ever silent, ever watchful, and ever wise, (and as I mentioned, ever virgin), by being silent, watchful, and wise, myself (virginity notwithstanding).