Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Temple Whores

This is a call!



I see a distributed virtual monastery
    • It's mission is to
      • Embrace our erotic bodies
      • Treat others with respect
      • Connect with the divine
      • Heal wounds – erotic and otherwise
    • Instead of nuns, rabbis, priests, imams,... there are Temple Whores
    • It fulfills a modern need for ancient practices: Shamans, medicine people,...
    • It is not tied to a physical structure, although we may manifest that someday
    • We open ourselves to serve men and women to find their divine connection to their bodies
    • We do not fight anything. We support
      • Humanity
      • Inclusion
      • Love



Thursday, July 5, 2018

Independence (and Perversion)

I didn't choose independence as the topic of the day as much as it was presented – the fourth of July.

But first, a word on yesterday's theme of perversity. It didn't go as planned. I wasn't able to play with the man I was hoping to explore with. I put on a pair of stiletto boots and watched video of double penetration of CIS females and did poppers. I accidentally tripped over the edge of ejaculation. I also had a dental appointment and defrosted a deep freezer. Maybe, for me, actual perversion is not being present and letting a busy life keep me from happiness. I came twice and didn't get what I wanted.

Back to independence, Today, this word takes the hue of freedom rather than simply “not dependent.” I am independent in that I don't rely on anyone for money, food, or shelter. My independence doesn't prevent me from sharing that burden.

I am dependent on earning money. Unless you can afford to be a capitalist, so are you. Money keeps most people from being truly independent.


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Innocence

People maybe tend to think of a child with limited experience in the world as innocent. They dis-identify as they cannot be innocent because they are not children. They know how the world works. I think differently because adults aren't much different from children except in how we believe we know how the world works – and is that really any different? Children always think they know more than they do, just like adults.

So we are all innocent. We are all children thinking we know more than we we do, or children thinking they are not smart enough to keep up with the “real” adults.

Today, let me express my innocence by being open to direction, to divine inspiration.

During my intensive, I'd like to begin days as I would at an intensive. Journaling, mediation, movement.

There's also an idea that children can remain innocent longer if we don't teach them about sexuality and pleasure. Apparently, erotic pleasure is the opposite of innocence. But children still figure things out through experimentation and hearsay, sometimes with unexpected or tragic results. There's a believe we lose our innocence as we learn about the world. But there's a companion definition of innocence – which is simply “not guilty,” blameless. The two get confused, ignorant and blameless. So if children don't know what causes pregnancy, and they become pregnant, they are blameless, or innocent. I guess. The underlying desire is for them not to think about sex, but that's not how people work.

I am innocent, I am blameless, no matter the depth of my carnal knowledge. Is there a way for a person to lose their innocence? If you do something and then later realize you've hurt someone, you lose some innocence. If you do something you think is right, and realize it's very wrong, innocence suffers.

So always remain teachable. Learn quickly when you've made a mistake to reduce the harm done.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

I Am Loved


I sit in front of this Giant Cock, unashamed of my own touch. My touch draws my life to the surface.
My feet, not supporting me in this instant, are free to relax and receive pleasure.
There is an alter before the cock, my cock. I have offered a daisy, reflecting my own innocent beauty. My heart and cock connected, reach out to the Giant Cock, blessing it, being blessed by it.
This poem, like my heart: Raw, Naked and Sexual.
My cock drips. I am ecstatic.
This is who I am, but I am more. I am more than can be expressed. I am strong. I am weak. I am hard. I am gentle.
I feel the power/pleasure in my cock.
I am not broken. The part that I was told was broken is the most whole part of me.
I am loved. I am hated. I am everything in between.
My hardness has subsided, but it is close at hand. I have consummated my love for myself and given birth to this poem.