Vindication of our Phallic Lust

Reflections on Lust as the driving force of this reality

At Temple Priapus, often do we say that, as long as other People’s Free Will is honored and respected, One is free to fulfill, experience and indulge His Desires for such is the Will of the Source. As Men who cherish our Spiritual Freedom, we choose to live on the fringe of socially prescribed behavior when it comes to our Sexuality—often even within our own queer subcultures—and we defend that right with fervor. We defend it from shaming, from chastising judgement. It is that right and desire to express my Sexuality that leads me to confess, as I embrace and own epithets that have been thrown at us with derision,

An older picture of my greased Butt. Eagerly will it open to House the God Cock.

I AM a Cock-loving, Cock-worshiping Male Slut, and I fucking love it!

Please make sure to remind me of this truth once and again as I kneel before You, my Brother, to worship You, to worship Your Cock. Whisper it to my ear as you penetrate deep into my Naked Physical, Emotional and Spiritual Self.

I frequently reflect and write about the Vindication of our Lust, for, to me, it is an exercise of liberating rationalization that originates from my Heart, from my desire to break completely free from the shackles of guilt and shame which result from years, decades—centuries!—of conditioning. Centuries of being told we are wicked, sinful, immoral, unworthy, undeserving of God’s Love.

The reach and power of that culture and time-transcending conditioning should not be underestimated, Brother. That’s why it is so relevant for us to say with pride, and to say it often:

This is the God who Loves Us! This is the God We Worship!

He Loves Us that much, that He rises for Us every time to shower Us with His Energies and fill Us with Joy, Power and Pleasure, freely, unconditionally. He is Love devoid of the poisons of Fear, Extortion and Separation. Phallic Lust is the primal manifestation of that Love, among us Reveling Men who Love Men.

Lust is the one sustaining, driving force in this Reality.

This Reality can simply not exist without Lust. The entire natural world, in its lush, rich diversity revolves around sexual desire. Human Sexuality is not different, but it goes beyond reproduction and the propagation of one’s genes. When you are initiated into the spiritual nature of Reality you begin to understand the whole purpose of the dance is to be danced. We dance the Dance of Life to celebrate and indulge the Source’s inherent desire to manifest, create, expand.

Hence we are born and reborn in this reality, for as long as we want to, in order to experience physicality and a plethora of other interests, circumstances, sensations, emotions, challenges, adventures, limitations and forms of expression. Without desire, none of these can occur.

What drives You? What’s your passion? What are you waiting for in order to pursue it?

Lust is not exclusively sexual; we all Lust for many different things. There are lusts that are intellectual and/or philosophical, some lusts are emotional. The desire to know is a perfect example of an intellectual lust. The desire—and need—to be loved, is emotional in nature. Spiritual Lust is the desire to transcend, to expand your consciousness, to encompass the very Truths of the Universe. Many “lower” lusts, such as ambition, are simply a desire to wield and exercise Power. Some lusts are masochistic in nature; many people desire to consciously or unconsciously yield to and suffer other people’s Power.

Sexual Lust is sensual in nature, that is, concerned with the gratification of the senses, but is also complex in its psychological, emotional and even sexual nuances. We all seek that which is pleasant to the senses, but also the means to satisfy several other layers of desire. Aesthetics has pondered on the issue for centuries; it seems Beauty is both relative and universal, which means that, while it is subjective, it is also determined by certain, specific constants.

Your humble servant has a weakness for mature, bald, beefy, bearded Daddy types.

As if to confirm this, the Phallus and His carriers are presented to us in Their rich, infinite variety and potential that appeal more or less to different individuals; many people seem to be particularly drawn to certain shapes, preferences in age, body type, hair and odor, skin color, etc. And yet, to us, Cock Lovers, there is an almost universal appeal to the sight of any engorged Penis arrogantly grinning at us, making us all swell with Lust.

This Lust too originates from the Source; for nothing exists out of it.

We refuse to regard it as a dirty desire that needs to be hidden away, suppressed, fought, neutered.

The False Prophets of separation tell us that whatever they regard as “sin” will separate us from God. Maybe from THEIR God, and its whimsical, evil manipulation, but never from the Source. In case it was not sufficiently clear, I shall repeat the hermetic principle:

Nothing exists out of the Source.

There is no separation, my Brother. There never was, there will never be.

We vindicate our right to Celebrate Penis, for Penis brings Men together. Our Brotherhood is possible because we have chosen to share our Phallic Lust. The only “evil” within our Brotherhood, is the “evil” you believe you carry in your own Heart.

Behold the perfection of your Brother’s diversity. He is “perfect” not because He exemplifies any given canon, but because He is God’s Will in the Flesh; He is a Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual and Emotional manifestation of the Divine Masculine, and He is worthy of Your assertive and/or submissive Worship simply because He is a Fractal of God, in His given Strengths andWeaknesses.

He, just like You, is a Son of the High God.

Listen to Your Penis. Listen to He Who never lies.

Listen to He Who Rises when He Pleases.

Join me, Brother. Join Us in the Phallic Celebration of our common Lust!

Hail Cock!

No longer Brothers in Arms; we are Brothers in Penis!

Towards a new reality of Fraternal, Phallic Interconnectedness

Despite the darkness reproduced by those who stubbornly cling to the monolithic structures of the past, this is an exciting time to be alive. More and more Men are partaking of practices inspired in pagan memory and traditions that predate the Judeo-Christian paradigms of deceit, control and manipulation, and celebrating our common identity as Men, as Brothers, as spiritual sparks of the Divine having a physical experience. Bear with me as we briefly explore these concepts together.

Monolithic Paradigms

I do not want to take too long on this item, for many of us are already moving beyond the intellectual, emotional, physical and emotional restraints and spiritual blackmail of toxic Judeo-Christian thought.

Monolithic means rigid, uniform, which are appropriate words to describe the edifices of any instance of organized religion which prescribes behaviors that must be adopted without question. Why is it relevant to discuss paradigms conceptually? Because paradigms are structures of thought that heavily condition our perception, understanding, interpretation, manifestation and interaction with reality and phenomena. If you believe, for example, that Men are born “sinful” and “wicked,” your mind will recreate and reproduce this idea and reinforce it every time you are presented with evidence for your views. If you refuse to consider Men under other perspectives, all you will see in them is “sin” and “wickedness.” The universe is potential energy that reflects back the focus of both our fears and desires.

The only kind of Priest a Cock Worshiper needs. 😉

If you had, like I did, a Christian upbringing, you have probably been told a thousand times that any form of sexuality—touching yourself included—outside a heterosexual marriage sanctioned by the Church is evil and sinful. This creates a terrible sense of guilt, shame, anxiety and frustration that perverts the mind, for the expression of human sexuality is fundamental to a person’s emotional well-being.

This and other paradigms typical of ancient patriarchal societies, such as scarcity and war (the need to fight other Men to protect our belongings or take theirs under the premise that there is not enough for everybody), are completely obsolete. Many Men and Women these days seek to embrace lifestyles built more strongly upon community, not the isolated suburban dream and aggressive neocolonial interventionism which were typical of the materialistic and positivist American paradigm following World War II. It is a well-known fact that one planet would not be enough if everybody could live like the archetypical average American. As the middle class shrinks, a system based on greed and the transference of wealth and power to fewer hands reveals its unsustainability and heralds its own demise in the long run.

“There is enough on Earth for everybody’s need, but not enough for everybody’s greed.”—Gandhi.

Paganism: revival and new perspectives

As an archetype, the Horned God appeared in many cultures from the Pagan past.

It could be argued that Men and Women had a more positive—and healthier—view of human sexuality before the waves of Aryan migrations/invasions (Celtic culture being an exception, since, culturally speaking, they were quite distinct to the rest of the Indo-European family) and before the establishment of even more rigid Judeo-Christianity. Greek culture, for example, had Aryan roots as evidenced in their male-dominated pantheon. According to some scholars, Classical Greece was not at all a paradise of open, hedonistic homosexual indulgence, but they did have a strong, refined, erotic and homoerotic reverence towards the human body. Many cultural artifacts and texts suggest Men were more in contact with their masculinity and enjoyed it more fully, particularly in much older Greek culture.

We believe our Penises can help us bridge the physical and the spiritual.

We acknowledge the pagan influence in modern Phallicism, but, because of our contemporary reality, we bring in fresh, new perspectives. We draw inspiration from the past; we do not seek to copy it. Temple Priapus is not a religion, but a Brotherhood of Men who Love the Phallus, a space to share different sexual, cultural and spiritual ideas from various phallic perspectives.

Just like in most organizations with a democratic character, our views sometimes contradict each other. Nevertheless, all Men of our Brotherhood acknowledge our Cocks as a manifestation of the Divine Masculine. Contrary to common thought and beliefs which abhor and condemn human sexuality, we believe that the satisfaction and indulgence of our Phallic Lust is good and positive , that it can heal us and that it can heal the world.

We are Brothers

Men experience a natural drive to share and celebrate their physicality, but Society teaches them early in life that the sexual line should not and must not be crossed. All kinds of play between Men are valid, except for the open expression and sharing of their sexuality. While many of us disagree with the above, we do not want to impose our preferences and desires on others. Instead, our Brotherhood is open to all Men who feel a natural desire to seek and worship Penis. Although that desire often manifests in homosexual tendencies, we welcome all, regardless of their sexual orientation.

If you have ever found yourself wishing you could join a circle like the one above, this Brotherhood is for you. Regardless of shape and size, our Penises speak to each other. When they come together, vibrating in a frequency of shared, brotherly, Phallic Lust, we experience an undeniable bond, a sense of camaraderie and playful complicity that allows us to create a space where we are encouraged, supported and welcomed to express our sexual selves freely, respectfully, shamelessly, lasciviously…

The faces you like to make when you are beating your Man-Tool, or when your Brother’s Cock is deeply plowing your greedy Asshole. Not only has your Brother witnessed the kinks you discreetly keep beneath the necessary social façade of decorum and “correctness,” he has celebrated them with you. Your Brother knows of your goon, of your porn collection, of the plethora of sex toys in your room. He knows you like to talk dirty when you top. He knows you are fond of poppers, of piercings, of man-stink, of piss, of leather, of cigars and/or feet. He knows your balls are super sensitive. He knows how loud you moan and whine when you come, and He knows how vulnerable you feel at that moment…

He knows what you are into for he has been there with you.

Brothers-in-Cock develop a powerful bond that is forged at the most intimate layers of their incarnated selves, of who they are as Men.

It is a bond we love to express in the physical, but goes beyond the physical.

As it was before.

As it is now.

We will always be there for each other, to support each other, to care for each other, to love each other, to celebrate our Masculinity in the Flesh. We no longer need to hurt each other, to steal from each other, to spill our Brothers’ blood fighting wars that only serve the ambition of those who seek to own the entire planet.

We are no longer Brothers in Arms…

…We are Brothers in Penis!

Nuestro Templo Fálico

Una descripción de quiénes somos, dirigida a mis Hermanos Latinos que aman la Verga

Este breve escrito llega con algo de tardanza, pero, enhorabuena, querido Hermano Latino, me regocijo de que nos hayas encontrado. Ya alguien me había preguntado por qué no escribía en español; somos, después de todo, cientos de millones de personas con un precioso idioma en común. En el mundo latino reconocemos y celebramos las diferencias que hacen de cada cultura un pueblo rico y único, pero en lo esencial, nos unen muchas más cosas de las que nos separan.

Tú, mi Hermano, y yo somos Hombres.

Nuestros Penes y nuestra capacidad de producir la Simiente que engendra la Vida en nuestros Huevos, es lo que, fundamentalmente, nos define como Hombres.

Desde que inicia el despertar de nuestra sexualidad, cada Hombre desarrolla una relación única y especial con su Pene, a quien reconocemos no solo como una fuente de inmenso placer, sino también de poder: miramos con asombro como nuestras Penes parecen cobrar vida cuando, como si atendiendo a sus propios deseos, mutan desde su estado flácido hasta su soberbia erección. Nos deleitamos siendo testigos de como tanto Mujeres como Hombres se maravillan ante la potencia y belleza de nuestros Penes; ser penetrados y llenados por nuestras Pingas y su vivificante y deliciosa energía es un placer que muchos Hombres estamos redescubriendo.

Nuestro Templo de Príapo no es exactamente una religión; se trata de un espacio para que Hombres diversos compartan ideas y creencias basadas en prácticas que se resumen en la visión de que nuestros Penes son una manifestación física del aspecto Masculino de la Divinidad, y que, por la gracia de esos dones impartidos por nuestros Falos—dones como el Placer y Poder—podemos tener una conexión más íntima, profunda y fraterna con nostros mismos, con nuestros Hermanos, y con todo cuanto existe.

Templo de Príapo es un espacio para celebrar nuestra masculinidad y la expresión de nuestra sexualidad, libres de las cadenas perniciosas de la culpa y la vergüenza.

“En el Templo de Príapo, creemos que la satisfacción y expresión responsable, feliz, consensual y libre de culpa de nuestra sexualidad siempre será una elección más saludable que la supresión perversa del pensamiento y del deseo.”

Un espacio para Hombres que aman la Verga

Hermano, tal vez tú, como yo, vienes de un ambiente conservador donde se enseña que masturbarte es una actividad inmoral y estéril que no conduce a nada, una costumbre de viciosos y/o perdedores que no pueden tener “sexo real.”

Tal vez tú, como yo, creciste en una cultura donde amar la Verga—la tuya propia y, sobre todo, las de otros Hombres—es visto como una perversión enfermiza, sucia y pecaminosa. Maricón, joto, playo, bugarrón, cueco, puto; mil y un insultos y epítetos denigrantes que con seguridad sufriste alguna vez, orientados todos a hacerte sentir que eras “menos hombre” porque prefieres a los hombres, porque los amas.

Los Hermanos en Príapo creemos exactamente lo contrario. En lugar de considerar la intimidad con nuestros propios Penes y con los de nuestros hermanos como una abominación, la reconocemos como una expresión no solo perfectamente natural, sino como un regalo del Espíritu Divino Masculino en nosotros que se deleita en la celebración de su propia Masculinidad:

Creemos que compartir nuestro amor por la Verga con Hombres que piensan y sienten como nosotros, querido Hermano, no reduce nuestra Hombría, sino todo lo contrario…

…la fortalece.

Nuestra masculinidad se fortalece cuando la construimos de manera libre y personal, como deseamos, sin ideas preconcebidas, dogmáticas, castrantes, ni amenazantes de qué es lo que significa ser un Hombre.

Nuestra masculinidad se fortalece cuando su dimensión sexual es explorada y celebrada sin miedo a ser juzgados, castigados, censurados y excluidos.

Nuestra masculinidad también se fortalece cuando es compartida con otros Hombres de manera saludable, jovial, fraterna, respetuosa y afectuosa.

De un Hermano a otro Hermano

El Templo de Príapo es una Hermandad, un espacio basado en el respeto y la camaradería creado por Hombres, por Machos como tú y como yo que amamos la Verga, y ese amor empieza por nuestros propios Penes, a los cuales satisfacemos abundamente. Creemos que la masturbación, considerada en la mitología griega como un regalo de Hermes/Pan/Príapo, es un acto sagrado que puede ser usado para meditar sobre la realidad y para transformarla, para enfocar nuestras energías, o sencillamente para el autodisfrute de nuestra exuberante masculinidad sin culpa y sin remordimientos.

“Amo mi cuerpo y mis cualidades tal cual han sido recibidos,
y trabajo sobre ellos para crecer como Hombre y como ser espiritual.”

Por años viví avergonzado de mi sexualidad y de mi cuerpo, por ser demasiado delgado, por no tener un Pene enorme, por ser Latino, por mis deseos homosexuales y por una docena de otras cosas. En el Templo de Príapo pretendemos reforzar el mensaje de que solo quien se ama a sí mismo puede amar a otros. Solo quien se ama a sí mismo puede iniciar el propósito de amar la creación entera. Por eso buscamos vencer la vergüenza a través de la aceptación y celebración de nuestros cuerpos y nuestra sexualidad, a través del disfrute y del placer que empiezan por conocernos, complacernos, desarrollarnos y amarnos a nosotros mismos.

Orgullo: latino, hombre y adorador del Falo

Reitero, siempre que puedo, que ser Latino es un regalo. Tenemos la estirpe de tres razas—india, blanca y negra—con fortalezas (y debilidades) de todas ellas. Con frecuencia hemos sido y somos caricaturizados, humillados, tratados con condescendencia, como producto “exótico,” como los hijos ignorantes e incultos de sociedades que no consiguen “despegar” cuando se nos compara con el llamado “Primer Mundo,” el cual, supuestamente, se ha desarrollado por sus propios medios.

Pero solo necesitamos vernos al espejo para recordarnos que somos espectacularmente bellos; únicos en nuestra calidez latina, nuestra picardía, nuestra capacidad de reírnos de la vida y la adversidad. Somos apasionados y luchadores. Hemos sobrevivido siglos de atropello espiritual, cultural, político, económico…

…y aún estamos aquí.

Hoy no pretendemos otra cosa que forjar nuestro propio destino. A un nivel individual, para los hombres que nacemos y/u optamos por maneras diferentes de expresar nuestra masculinidad y sexualidad, esto significa abrazar nuestras preferencias, nuestra diversidad, nuestra naturaleza, nuestras identidades, nuestros deseos. En el Templo de Príapo, realmente no estamos “predicando” nada nuevo. Nosotros somos Hombres que creemos que el amor y el sexo pueden destruir el odio y la maldad. ¿Cómo? Uniéndonos como Hombres, en lugar de separarnos…

…amándonos, en lugar de hacernos daño.

Ten cuidado, mi Hermano, de aquellos que se apresuran a hablar de diferencias raciales, de nacionalidades, de clases y de odios sempiternos. Con frecuencia buscan manipularnos y hacernos partícipes de sus retorcidas agendas…

recuerda que TODOS los Hombres somos HERMANOS.

Cuando decimos que el Falo es Dios, simplemente estamos reconociendo ese vínculo espiritual, físico, emocional y sexual que nos une como Hombres y como Hermanos.

Si tú eres como nosotros, no busques más, mi Hermano.

Bienvenido a Casa.

Sodomy and Love

Sodomy as a Loving, Bonding Sacrament between Men

February the 14th. Amidst the commercial, cheesy and sugary, but often pleasant, funny and enjoyable expressions of love and friendship, I conclude we only display before others what Society deems acceptable. It is behind closed doors where we dare to voice our deepest, most intimate selves.

Freedom found, at last, in the confines of a room; a mirrored space where we face our bodies, both their beauty and their imperfections, both our confidence and our fear; our untamed fantasies, our hidden desires and, perhaps, most importantly, our need to commune with others and indulge our sexual selves.

For our sexuality is not a mere addition to our personality; it is the foundational framework of the personality that defines every other aspect of it.

As we abandon ourselves to our primeval Lust, by the grace and trust of our relationship with the Other, we naturally close our eyes as we drift within. In the space between all, we become vulnerable, yet one with the Universe, we come before our naked and sacred soul.

We come before ourselves…

…and our Humanity.

It is beautiful beyond words.

Men celebrating their Masculinity at the most intimate level. Love between Men truly is an act of manhood, an act of fraternity. If this is so, then Sodomy has got to be the ultimate bonding sacrament between Men, between Brothers.

Along the spectrum of all stereotypes and identities, the Brother who would receive the Sodomic Sacrament spreads His legs just like the blossoming orchid opens herself before the Sun’s first light, and begs the Man before Him, His Priest, to fill Him, to sate Him, to Honor the Spiritual Covenant. The Priest, the Deliverer, is bound to oblige, for, driven by a similar Lust, His desire, and nature, is to express and reinforce His Masculinity over His receptive Brother by imparting what He desires before all.

It might seem as Masculinity is about taking, but I believe it is the other way around:

Masculinity is, primarily, about giving.

And that is what We Men do during Sodomy: We deliver Power, Pleasure, Energy; We inject our very Lifeforce by wielding and thrusting our Glorious Penises deep into each other! We offer Ourselves in loving and submissive Worship as a Chalice for the Glory of the Divine Masculine, Who We adore and seek to please and to commune with.

Behold the mystery of the Sodomic Sacrament:

At a higher level of awareness and consciousness, the Man You penetrate truly is YOU. Likewise, the Man Who penetrates You, is YOU as well, because The Source truly is ONE and undivided.

…thus You BOTH are GOD.

You are both SPARKS of the DIVINE MASCULINE.

It is in this realization that we begin to understand Sodomy can be embraced as a Ritual, as a Sacrament between Men by which Energy can be exchanged between them. Even at its most animal, at its lewdest, Sodomy, when consensual and respectful of each other’s Spiritual Selves, too is an act of love, for it is the enactment, expression and satisfaction of desires that too originate within the Source, for the Source encompasses and sustains everything that is.

While the word sodomy conjures gruesome mental images of raining fire, of pillars of salt, of eternal damnation, of filth and perversion, we know beauty and ugliness are in the eye of the beholder. The quest to establish universal scales and codes of “Truth” and “Beauty” is doomed to fail from its very beginning, for the only major Truth there is, is the hermetic principle that everything is part of the Source and the Source is in everything.

As Children of the Source, ever do we seek to express, explore and celebrate ourselves!

Hermeticism teaches that everything expresses along a spectrum of polar opposites, which are not exactly two distinct features, but grades of a single quality. Cold and heat, for instance, are but degrees of the energy parameter we call heat. Sodomic desire manifests along a spectrum of receptiveness-assertiveness, thus there is power in the recognition and acceptance of the direction we tend to lean to. Still, one of patriarchy’s greatest flaws is the idea that the male/assertive pole is superior to the female/receptive one. However, since BOTH are part of the WHOLE, and BOTH polarities exist within each of us, we know this to be a terrible mistake that has brought much suffering to BOTH men and women. In sexual expression, our roles are not necessarily fixed, for human sexuality is fluid. As a versatile that leans towards sweet, slutty submission, it never ceases to amaze how much I can enjoy penetrating another Man as I whisper in His ears:

You are mine now.

Those of Us who love uninhibited, unbridled anal sex are Sodomic Revelers who take great pride and delight in the lascivious indulgence of the Flesh. We defeat the poisons of guilt and shame and merrily offer ourselves to the satisfaction of our primal, animal desire to copulate not for reproduction, but for the pleasure we draw from Sodomy itself.

There is hardly a more masculine act.

The uninitiated looks at the picture above and grimaces in disgust and disapproval.

The Sodomic Cock Worshiper, in turn, grins, nods and approves. Where others see ugliness, abomination and sin, He sees the beauty, harmony and benediction of two brave and honest Men celebrating Masculinity and getting from each other exactly what they crave, what they need.

The Matrix hates Sodomy, as well as all other acts of Homosexual Male Love, because it brings us Men together, and that is detrimental to the agenda of separation, manipulation and control.

Listen not to those who are too eager to prescribe how you should, or must live your life. Listen instead to the voice that invites you to hold your buddy in your arms and admire the miracle that He is.

For Men, there can be no romance without sex.

Partake of Sacred Sodomy with unbridled Lust and gratitude. Tell your partner how beautiful He is, how much you love to fuck Him, how much you love to be fucked by Him, how much you love His Cock.

Never take your sexual partner for granted.

Honor Him. Respect Him. Worship the God in Him.

God is not an external entity from which you are separated, disconnected.

He is literally sitting within you, for you are a part of Him.

From my October 2017 essay called The God Who Loves You:

“He knows you better than anyone because He is You. He is not there spying on You to make a list of all Your “sins” and “good deeds” to punish You or reward You in an extraterrestrial heaven or hell.

Behold THIS World, the Paradise created for the celebration of life, of pleasure, the world Patriarchy has raped and laid to waste, the world they are destroying with our complicity.

Every act of rebelliousness, like Sodomy, is a way to say “Fuck You” to their institutions and lies.

Cock knows you better because He is the MALE and the HOMOSEXUAL SEX DRIVE in YOU.

He knows when You need tender love-making…

…and He knows when You need to be pinned against a surface and literally have the shit fucked out of You.

He understands Your Needs; He celebrates them and wants to satisfy them.

Between consenting Men, they are all acts of love.”

Twice Blessed

Verses of Gratitude to the God Cock

On the evening of January 17, 2019, two Men of a exceptional virility, took turns to give me one of the most memorable fuckings of my entire life. These verses express my lust and my gratitude to these dominant, alpha Brothers; may the God Cock bless their generous hearts and grant them with many years of admirable, rock-hard, awe-inspiring, precum-leaking erections that they and the submissive Brothers they fuck may experience countless nights of uninhibited and lascivious male pleasure and communion in Cock.

One eve past,

Cloaked in dusk and dying light,

At the Altar of Eternal lust,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

Faithful, masculine, mysterious rites,

Bound in power and pain and pleasure,

As my knee bent in obedience,

Cock, my Lord, owned me twice.

*

Every pilgrim eventually finds

Whatever it is his heart desires.

*

One eve past,

I,

Who had crossed the valley,

sailed the seas,

and braved perilous forests and sands;

I,

Who had flown over the Pyrenees,

and the Altai,

and the Rockies,

and the Atlas;

Looking for God in every shrine,

Visiting temples and Holy Sites;

Found redemption, at last,

at the Altar between His thighs.

Hefty, stout, unyielding,

A stern, life-giving master who takes what He wants.

“Such is Your magnificence,

Such is Your splendor,”

I sang,

“Deliver me, Priapus, Pan;

Sirius, Sikandar Basileus, Adonai.”

*

He of the precious staff,

speaks not like clamorous thunder

for all to hear, for all to bide;

He speaks to You and You alone.

A deep, bass whispering rumble,

Blowing from the depths of a mountain shaft.

*

“What is it that you offer,

before your Liege, my Boy, my Child?”

*

My heart beating ferociously,

I slowly disrobed before His hungry sight.

“I offer myself, my Sire.”

*

O I am in love with his wicked, condescending smile!

I grovel before Him,

I grovel before the edifice of His growing, towering presence.

“In body, mind, and soul, you are Mine.”

*

He gropes my worshiping holes

with shameless indecency:

*

“It is with this, you shall now part.”

*

One eve past,

His throbbing flesh gaping my mouth,

His inebriating musk flooding my nostrils,

Cock, my God, made me gag.

*

“Take it,

O my Whore of a Son,

Take it good,

Take it right.”

*

Grinning with gusto,

Using me with delight,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

“Worship Me,

Worship the Cock that made you

with mouth open wide.”

*

He stuffed me His meat,

Tears slid from my eyes,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

*

One eve past,

As I lied spread on the sacrificial slab

The deliverance I craved so bad,

Cock, my God, decided to impart.

*

“Take this Big Cock,

O sweet, fucking slut,

Take it, My Boy!

Take it like a Man!”

He fucked me to the hilt,

Making me whimper, moan and sigh.

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

*

“Surrender to Me,

Surrender to the Cock that is fucking you,

To the Cock that gave and gives you life.”

*

“Surrender to Me,

Surrender to the Living God sodomizing you,

To the Cock that enraptures your Heart.”

“Surrender to Me,

Surrender to the Flesh of Man impaling you,

To the Cock that teaches you both humility and pride.”

*

“Surrender to Me,

Surrender to the Mighty Hammer forging you anew,

To the Cock that is both Fire and Light.”

*

One eve past,

I married my Groom,

And I was His.

And He was Mine.

At the Altar of Eternal Lust.

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

The Triumph of the God Cock

May 2019 be the year you defeat Shame

Ever-beautiful Donny Wright proudly displaying his Cock for all who worship Him!

Last Saturday, December 30th, 2018, I went to the Bathhouse to celebrate the end of the year by worshiping Cock, my God. A receptive homosexual by nature, I longed for the Lord to bless my hole and inject a blast of sheer, empowering virility into me. Other Men, knowingly or unknowingly, had also gathered for the last Cock Rites of the year. Men were so hungry for the God Cock that night… their hunger was astonishing to witness, amusing even. My Dick surprisingly ended up deep up the ass of three other Men, rather than the other way around.

They wanted Cock so bad, I had to oblige!

In Sacred Sodomy, I will always prefer to bottom; it is what comes more naturally to me. However, nobody needs to explain to me how fucking good it feels to subdue a fellow Man with your Penis for I know it from first-hand experience. From time to time, I do love a fellow slut begging for more of my Dick as I dominate Him sexually and verbally.

The third Man I played with, a chap from Colombia, was a Pig, just like myself, but sluttier! Pigs make an instant connection. You can tell a fellow Pig by something in their eyes, their lewd demeanor, their scent, their enthusiastic vocalizing, their fiery hunger, their lack of shame and their love for kinks. Pigs happily allow for the animal to take charge and are more concerned with sharing and indulging their primal lust than passing judgment on people and their looks.

Two pigs together go wild, like weasels in heat.

Oh, my fellow Pig of a Brother, if only you could read this note… Thank you for the best sex I had in the entire year!!!

Now to the reason why I am sharing this anecdote. My Brother and I had been fucking, rimming, fingering etc. in a rather public, common space within the bathhouse. At the beginning I was quite conscious and uncomfortable about people watching us, but I eventually got so aroused I did not pay mind to anything or anyone other than my Lover. When we took a break, people who had either heard us (I had been quite verbal), or seen us, looked at me funny…

Was it disgust? Was it admiration? Was it envy? Was it bewilderment? Was it arousal? Was it curiosity? Was it disapproval? I did not care to find out, but they would not stop staring at me. As I walked with my semi-erect Penis (I hadn’t come yet and we would fuck some more later), my aura was tingling with satisfaction, pride, joy and radiant, sexual energy.

I do not necessarily endorse any of the play my Brother and I partook of, except for one: the defeat of shame.

Society has conditioned you to hate yourself because you masturbate, because you love men, because you are not “man enough,” because your Cock is average or small in size, because your body does not match a canon, because you speak funny, because you have fetishes and other “perversions,” because you fuck men, or because you love to be fucked by them, because you are wicked, sinful, dirty. You have been taught to hate yourself even within our various marginalized subcultures, because you are different, because you disagree in political issues, because you like sex too much or too little, because you only bottom or because you only top, because you are a bear or because you are twink, because you are effeminate, because you like BDSM, because you are solosexual, because you are bisexual, because you sometimes like to bareback, because you will not settle with just one partner or because you prefer just one sexual partner, because you are not dashingly funny, because you do not look a certain way, because you are rough around the edges, etc.

Because you won’t conform to somebody’s standards.

The last three years I have been working on the internalized shame of my sexuality. I have so many Men, so many Brothers, to thank for their aiding me, directly or indirectly, in finding myself. Brothers who held and embraced me in their arms. Brothers who knelt before me and worshiped my Penis. Brothers who taught me the art of male touch. Brothers who spread my legs and mercilessly shoved their Cocks into my hungry asshole. Brothers that showed me there are many other Pigs like myself who absolutely love me for what I am. Brothers who listened to me when I needed it the most. Brothers that gave me a hand when I needed it the most. Brothers who created wonderful erotic art. Brothers who created lewd pornography and music. Brothers who inspired my creation of lascivious audio files. Brothers who revealed to me masturbation as a sacred right and practice. Brothers who taught me being a slut is a gift. Brothers who taught me of Male and Cock Worship and welcomed me into their community…

Brothers that taught me Cock is God, and God is Cock.

I still have a long way to go down my unique, individual path. Nevertheless, my Brother, may 2019 be the year you too defeat shame.

Beyond fear, beyond false morals, when Love, Honesty, Respect and Acceptance of Ourselves and The Other are held in the highest regard, Lust too is revealed as an aspect of the Divine. Wield the Celebration of Cock Lust and its boundless Pleasure as a Flame to consume the shame that has kept you from being Yourself.

“Allow yourself to be yourself.” Thank you, Matthew Mason!

Dare to be Yourself!

To a Cock-blessed 2019!

Hail the God Cock!

Between Shadow and Light

Personal reflections on lust towards the end of the year

This year was just as tough as I foretold, although I have no powers of soothsaying. Close people we loved, good people, kind people; some of them are no longer with us. The various forces within this paradigm of power and control continue their stranglehold on Humanity, draining societies of the unprecedented, enormous wealth we collectively produce while feeding us an illusion of scarcity, deprivation and desperation that pits us against each other. They poison the soil, the water, the air, the very food we eat. They flood us with an endless, inane dog and pony show of duality, entertainment, political turmoil, fraud, illegal wars and false morals.

But the Human Spirit is stubborn, luminous, sovereign, unbroken, undivided.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

Humanity is waking up from the spell, and they cannot stop it.

Our Brotherhood reborn is just one example. Rather than raising arms against our Brother, for the benefit of twisted Men whose psychopathic ambition is to own the entire Planet and control us all, we are the Stock of Men that prefers to make love to each other. In the nakedness of the flesh, we bond in Penis, the essence of our common manhood. Hatred and shame have no place among us; they are defeated as lust and love are crowned.

We are reshaping reality with every stroke of the glorious God Head, with every thrust into our Brothers’ worshiping chalices.

Primordial Eros comes before every other god, specially Chronos-Cronus-Saturn, the Architect of this Reality, one out of countless other ones. We choose to dwell in the Temple of Unconditional Love, for Love is, after all, the source and energy that both sustains and manifests everything that is.

Our Phallic Lust is one of the gifts of the Divine Masculine, who we worship.

Often has this Lust been deemed dirty, evil, impure, egotistic, narcissistic.

Talk about spiritual, emotional and sexual sabotage, of blackmail and alienation! Without sexual desire, life as we know it ceases to exist on Earth. And yet, sexuality goes so much farther. Humans are not at all the only species that engages in sexual play with purposes other than reproduction.

Oh, my Brother… if you could join me as I write this note, if you could watch me edge my sweet and savory Cock, my rod glistening with oil, irradiating, broadcasting a signal of lust and bliss across space, sharing in my room, warm with my heat and my musk. I would teach you Lust must necessarily be born out of a desire for selfish satisfaction, so it can then be shared as a desire to satisfy others.

To bring pleasure to my Penis is to bring pleasure to my entire Universe!

My Cock is average in size, but those who have sought to worship Him, know Him to be a generous Lord. Since I am mostly drawn to submissive homosexuality, I understand that the satisfaction of my Alpha and his Glorious Cock is what leads to the satisfaction of my desire.

My personal belief is that selfless martyrdom is not the Way of Cock, at least not my
way. The satisfaction must be mutual. Pain, of course, has its place in our body of practices, and many of us actively seek various degrees of sadomasochistic pain in our sexual play. However, I believe pleasure to be both our rudder and the ultimate goal. Those of us who add components of pain, domination, submission, etc. to that goal know that they highlight and contrast that pleasure we seek and satisfy a number of desires that we often are too embarrassed to share.

Believe me, your Brother-in-lust understands you better than anyone…

You must seek that what satisfies your desire first.

When Brothers then get together, that which was “dark” and selfish becomes luminous and communal.

Witness the gratitude in your fellow Bator’s eyes. The sharing of your Holy Masturbation allows for a deep bond to be established between you.

Witness the bliss your devoted sucking of His Cock brings Him. When He closes his eyes, and sighs and moans, you know you are doing your job right. Worship at the fountain of His Power that you may be nourished and replenished.

Witness the ecstasy your vigorous fucking brings your Brother. Hear Him sing to the rhythm dictated by your Penis. As you inject your male energy into Him, savor the Hole He has so eagerly offered for your enjoyment, for your pleasure!

Both of you are servicing the other…

Both of you are worshiping each other!

May the coming year bring you plenitude, awareness, fulfillment, joy, health and success in your endeavors. May the Divine Masculine pour His life-giving energies upon you, bestow you focus, virility and power, ignite your desire and manifest with plenty of opportunities to worship Him in solitude and in Brotherhood!

Hail Cock!

Heaven at your Hands

Adopting a state of Phallic celebration

Every encounter with COCK is an occasion of great joy.

Whether you are by yourself or in the merry company of your Fellow Brothers, engaging in sacred, meditative Masturbation or partaking of glorious, sodomic Communion, embrace Holy Phallus as a giver of light, warmth and happiness.

The sheer pleasure you take from your service to The Lord Penis is your Divine Right as a Man, as His Son. As a fractal of God, you carry Him within you. He is You. You are He.

Slightly over a year ago I wrote on my Cock is God blog:

“Many have spent their entire lives seeking God, attempting to understand God. Wandering wanderers, they reach outside. They climb lofty, holy mountains and descend into dusty, lifeless tombs. They seek, but they cannot find, for what they so fervently look for, from the moment they are born until they die, peacefully and timelessly sits inside.”

God literally dwells within your hand’s reach.

At the Center, at the Root of your Manhood, He awaits.

Just like the virile Bull squirts half a billion sperm, the Divine Masculine, our Father, manifests itself by giving birth to countless children. We, the Sons He fucked and ejaculated into existence are called to return to the Source. The entire journey of the Hero, is but a metaphor of His return to the Root.

To acknowledge His presence, go within. Come to the Center.

His Gifts are Yours to savor.

To indulge the God Cock is to indulge Yourself.

Heaven is not a place you go to, my Brother.

Heaven is a State of Consciousness.

Be done with the deceit of organized religions and their institutions of psychopathic control:

You do not need to earn what is already yours.

Heaven is the natural state of ecstatic interconnection with all things. Under the rules of reality on this Planet, we voluntarily agree to play the game of illusory separation by which it seems we are disconnected from each other, from living things, from the elements, hence we suffer. However…

Separation is, once again, an illusion from which all negativity originates.

Cock is, by spiritual design, the Tool to undo the Void.

Cock Fills, Penetrates, Injects, Creates, Impregnates, Sates, Revives, Renews, Delivers, Electrifies, Energizes, Transforms, Enlivens, Animates, Enraptures, Empowers, Imparts, Fathers, Heals, Soothes, Teaches, Feeds, Captivates, Liberates, Uplifts, Inspires.

To deem Cock anything but good, magnificent, handsome, magical, divine, is to fall prey to the ongoing short-circuiting of Humanity, to the manipulations of those who want to make you believe you are inherently evil.

If you choose to believe that, the outside world will be as a reflection of your illusory, inner turmoil.

If you choose to believe the opposite, the outside world will be as reflection of your inner goodness.

Celebrate Manhood! Celebrate Penis! Celebrate Yourself!

Cock and all His Gifts, are YOURS to take. To share!

UNCONDITIONALLY.

Hail Cock!


The Manstink Redemption

Give me that sexy, ripe male funk anytime!

Retrieved from www.awakeningart.it

There was a time when Men were not afraid to be Men.

There was a time when Men acted like Men; when Men spoke like Men, played like Men, looked like Men and smelled like Men.

It is not my intention to prescribe what Masculinity should be like; I simply affirm the right to be yourself. At a time when people are reclaiming the primordial, natural and unalienable right to be themselves, we must emancipate from rigid, vertical and monolithic lists of thou shall and thou shall not’s in order to find our own voice.

Some of us Men are naturally drawn to #manstink, and the Brotherhood of Cock welcomes us with open arms, for we respect and celebrate consensual expressions of male sexuality as positive desires originating within the Divine Masculine. I honestly do not know whether this is something you are born with or a taste you acquire as you go on. The old born or made debate is not very relevant in any case, I believe; if man stench turns you on, you are far from alone:

“LOVE the musky smell of sweaty men… balls, hole, pits… and the ripe clothes they’ve worn. I grew up sniffing my Dad’s dirty undies then moved on to others, neighbors’ dad, college roomies, etc.”

Goodguybadboyfl (2010). Retrieved from the justusboys forums.

I smile when I recall I used to think I was the only sniff freak in the world. Should I share this anecdote once again? I shall do so, if only because it arouses me so much! From my From Mouth to Ass essay on my now defunct Cock is God tumblr:

“I began to realize I was a PIG when I found out how much I loved to smell my older cousin’s dirty underwear.

NOBODY TAUGHT ME SUCH BEHAVIOR or MODELED IT FOR ME.

As a pre-teen back in the early days when internet penetration was minimal and I hadn’t even dreamed porn would become so abundant and available, one day, when nobody was home, I found myself digging through his laundry basket, picking up the funkiest piece of underwear, and inhaling the rank, manly, teenager odors on it like it was the most natural, spontaneous thing to do.”

I imagine myself, now an adult, going back in time to guide, comfort and reassure my younger self, so full of guilt and shame; to remind him there is nothing to fear, nothing to forgive when partaking of the holy sacrament of embracing yourself.

You need no one’s permission to be yourself.

That morning, all alone with myself, with the Universe, I had one of the most profound encounters with the Divine Masculine. Unbeknownst to me, I worshiped Him for the first time then. I fell on my knees as I held the Golden Fleece of His stinky underwear, a forbidden fruit ripe with His Musk. The briefs, I now realize, were not my cousin’s…

…they were God’s.

My heart beat ferociously as I brought His savory, overwhelming stench to my face. It would still take years for me to stop resisting Cock, to defeat poisonous guilt, to happily embrace who I was meant to become, who I wanted to become, but at that time of reality-shattering epiphany, deep inside, I understood it all.

With ego humiliated by the insurmountable power of a lust I had never experienced, I groveled as the concentrated #manstink flooded my nostrils, my mind, my very soul. Greedily did I feast; a starving buck hungrily devouring the primeval essence of Manhood as if deprived from it for a lifetime.

I could not get enough of it.

With the perfume and ointment of Cock, of Balls, of Cheese, of Ass, of Urine, of Precum still washing over me, I realized, without the slightest hint of doubt, I had found myself.

I had found God.

Decades of negative conditioning, one before this first encounter with the Divine Masculine, and two following it, created a deep feeling of shame that I have gradually managed to overcome. Eventually, one “gives in” and embraces as much as possible from one’s spectrum of sexual expression. Not doing so greatly frustrates, sours, and twists Men’s psyche and emotional body.

At Temple Priapus, we understand the process of healing from so much toxicity and negativity towards one sexuality can be a lengthy one, but one that can be better engaged when one counts with help and encouragement from loving Brothers.

We men tend to be pragmatic by nature, so after some rationalization and expression of your feelings, brotherly counseling and intervention will focus on plenty of encounters with the object(s) of your desires. If you too love #manstink, know that there are many Brothers out there who share the same lust; no one understands you better. With arms wide open, they await your return to the fold. Long have you been on a pilgrimage. Come forth and rest in the promised land of your Brother’s ripe pits. Find redemption in your Brother’s heavenly, thick and stinking crotch.

Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.

I am human, and I think nothing human is alien to me.

Terence.
The author, enjoying his ripe, musky armpits during a worship session.

Hail the God Cock!

The Choice For Pleasure

Phallic Sexual Fulfillment can heal us

Many traditions depict reality on Earth as one of unavoidable suffering. Take the Christian concept of the Vale of Tears, for example. Under the original sin and the weak and wicked human nature concepts, mankind has been tricked into accepting a reality of weeping and gnashing of teeth in both life and the afterlife! While I believe some suffering is definitely an undeniable component of human experience, the problem with the excessive–almost fetishist–elevation and idealization of suffering is that it turns us into helpless, masochistic, blindly complying, status quo-accepting, disempowered, victimized individuals oblivious to the fact that this reality is being created collectively by each and every of us.

At Temple Priapus we believe that joyous, responsible, consensual, guilt-free sexual fulfillment is always a healthier choice than the perverted suppression of thought and desire.

From my essay Reflections on Pleasure, Suffering and Reality:

“The repression of sexuality makes most of us sick. This is one of the reasons, I believe, why only few people manage to achieve moksha (liberation) under traditional dharmic prescribed practices. Turning our backs on the physical to pursue the spiritual usually short-circuits us, simply because we are experiencing, by choice, a physical experience.”

Gautama Buddha, taught that not getting what one wants causes suffering. Man’s primordial desire is to love and feel loved, to connect with other human beings. It is natural to reach out to the other, to bond at physical, emotional, intellectual, cultural, spiritual and sexual levels. Denying ourselves of these interactions defeats the purpose of the game of life, and smothers the soul.

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As an alternative to the traditional paradigms of deterministic stoicism, martyred inhibition, fear, violence, self-flagellation and control, all so firmly in place by the dominant powers that be and their hate of joy and pleasure, we propose embracing the latter two for they are better aligned with our true nature.

What comes natural to humans is not to hurt, stifle, kill, hate and destroy, but to love, connect, inquire, support, grow. When people’s most essential needs are taken care of, when their autonomy, potential and desire for self-expression are respected and nourished, the outcome is happy, emotionally-healthy, confident and creative human beings who want to make of Earth a garden, a better place for all.

By withholding and sabotaging their phallic selves, interconnection and desires, most men have been turned into potentially dangerous, emotionally and sexually frustrated individuals, angry at others, angry at the world and angry at themselves.

We believe positive Phallicism, that is, reclaiming our right to savor, indulge and share our Penises and their gifts, can help heal these wounds via the celebration of much denied pleasure and the renewal of a spirit of camaraderie, brotherhood and intimacy which the Male Mysteries foster and nurture.

The expression of our sexual selves in their rich diversity is a Divine Right. No one can take it away from us. As fractals of the Source, we carry the spark of the Divine within. We need no one’s sanction to enjoy ourselves, to be ourselves.

As long as your sexual play and worship are respectful of other people’s free will, bring harm to no one and are honest and consensual in their interaction with others, they must be cherished without shame, without guilt.

For some of us, this phallic practice might take the shape of spiritual, solosexual masturbation. For others it might mean becoming teachers at the Temple, guiding Men into these Mysteries. For some it might be the renewal of a phallic connection with Nature and the spiritual world. For some it might mean being worshiped as avatars of the God and wielding their warrior Cocks into the ritualistic placating of their Brothers’ hunger…

“I savor every inch of throbbing meat both furiously and tenderly penetrating fellow opening, welcoming masculinity, brothers bonding in lust and the compassionate understanding of each other’s needs and desires.

Sweaty, teary, smelly, raunchy, loving ecstatic agony of arching, pulsing, undulating, vibrating, convulsing fresh recreating the Universe; fucking it into existence at the spot in time and place where mine, yours, and all labels disappear, where the entire past and future, all blur into a singularity of orgasmic, orgiastic nothingness and fullness.”

Long have we chosen to hide away our sexuality in the basements and attics of our fear and shame because we were taught it was evil, dirty to the eyes of god. The divine shows you the countenance you want to see.

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We invite you to choose differently.

Choose beauty, choose honesty, choose pleasure, joy and brotherhood.

Choose Men.

Choose your True Self.

Choose Cock!