I would be fine with all of those
I’d propose moving Lust month to a month where everyone’s not hot & sweaty before the lust begins.
I think of lust month as sitting at the edge of the pool in a lawn chair, leaned forward, Busch Light in the left hand, cell phone in the right, mouth agape, thousand yard stare right into the perfect jugs of the college coed in the water with the string bikini. And God is pissed but there is nothing he can do because the media made it lust month.
