Men who walk the Path of the Phallic Fire seek no mere “release” of their sexual energy. They 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 it, they 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 to it, they 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 it and they 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 in it. They 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 to dwell within the endless Tower of His Lust. Your Lust. My Lust. Our Lust.
— from https://t.co/zi83NcNiUh
Each Man a Temple, each Man a House of God. Our Lust draws Us to Our Brothers to become One with the Divine. We come to Them to partake of Holy Communion. With lascivious joy We worship each other as fractals of the Beloved Masculine. Beautiful is the Lust of Men who love Men!
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Rather than a Place, the Temple is a State of Awareness, a Lifestyle, the certainty that the Divine Masculine is manifested in the Flesh, Mind and Heart of your Brother and Yourself. So many lives spent looking for God everywhere else; awaken to the Truth of God within.
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When trying to hurt our pride, some will question our masculinity, endowment, sexuality, etc., and call us names like fag and pervert. “He’s not man enough.” Fools. If only they knew how much we love being Gay! If enjoying our homosexuality makes us perverts, then bring it on!
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I have been anointed with the Seed of Man, the Lord God Cock has marked me with His Musk, split me open and poured His Blessing upon Me. Now I see Him everywhere; He is all around me, full of Virile Glory, Beauty and Power. He dwells in my Heart for He is my Heart’s Desire.
— from https://t.co/AFtglG8s0O
With Gratitude, Lust and Brotherly Love
I write these humble lines in your honor, Charlie. May the Lord Phallus anoint You with His Light once and yet again, my Brother.
Many teachers will you meet, even if unbeknownst to you or to them, as you make your way through the wondrous odyssey of Life. I pray that you meet many as kind and true as Charlie Meier. We have the power to touch people’s lives. When the Heart is honest and compassionate, our actions will naturally shed and multiply a light that brings us closer.
That is Charlie Meier to me.
A kind Man that is true to His Horny Self.
“Homosexuality is not for cowards,” is one of the tenets of my personal philosophy. I heard and learned it from a fellow maricón (a Spanish slur for a homosexual man, I now embrace) early on at the beginning of the exploration of my sexuality. The debate whether one is born a homo or made a homo is irrelevant; in my opinion, we are BOTH born and made. It is a SPIRITUAL choice. To be a homosexual is to stand in direct defiance to traditional expectations and preconceptions regarding gender identities, roles and sexual orientation. Although, fortunately, times are changing, many people continue to feel threatened by our homosexuality.
Despite the fact many societies are obsessed with sex, many, if not most, expressions of human sexuality are still taboo. This fear originates from centuries of repression and conditioning. If being a homosexual is bad enough, then being a homosexual who eagerly and frequently indulges and endorses his appetite for sexual gratification has got to be the worst under a conservative lens. Behavior that is regarded as openly lewd is frowned upon, even by many people within our queer communities.
Not every gay man is equally sexually driven. Not all crave sex with burning passion. But what if you do? What if you need Cock and/or Male Ass that bad you deem and know yourself a slut? What if you are a chronic masturbator who likes porn and desires to bond with other bators? What if you are a pig who loves to wallow in your own man-stink and engage in pig-play with similar Men every so often? What if you have uncommon kinks and fetishes like feet, leather, watersports and dad/son play? What if you enjoy your sexuality so much you have elevated it to a spiritual practice by which you seek to discover yourself as you worship the Divine Masculine manifested in and through You and your fellow Men?
(You can probably guess I am all of the above 😉
Do you dwell within yet another closet in fear, shame and guilt? Do you shut your sexual self away? Do you attempt to overcome your sexual urges just to try to fit in and please others? Do you clothe it in the garments of false modesty?
Men like Charlie teach us to embrace OUR Sexual Truth in consenting respect of other people’s free will.
I am not saying you should publicly expose yourself as a Cock Slut, just like He does. That defeats our simple message: be true to YOURSELF.
I believe we should all dare to be ourselves in every possible dimension of our lives. How often do we hold back out of shame? How often have we refrained from giving that hug, from trying something we coveted or from doing our best because we feared?
I believe that the expression of our sexuality is fundamental to our mental and emotional health.
We are both spiritual beings and sexual animals BY CHOICE, and at this day and age we are reclaiming the right to manifest realities in which we cherish and honor those choices, realities of mutual respect and brotherly love where we take care of our needs in solidarity instead of preying on each other.
I remember the first time I saw a picture of a naked Man. I knew it then. My heart beat ferociously as my Penis grew into one of those incredibly stiff erections that actually hurt. I knew I loved Men, and I feared. I feared because my society hated Men like me.
I remember not so much the first, but the second Man whose Cock I sucked. I remember myself drowning in the intoxicating day-long musk of His thick, mesmerizing, generously endowed uncut Member, proud and stout Son of the stock of the First Peoples. “Suck it,” He bluntly commanded. I knew it then. I knew it as I fell on my knees. I knew it as he guided my head and slowly stuffed my mouth with His Penis. I knew as I did as I was told, and I feared. I feared because only a maricón would enjoy sucking another Man’s smelly Pinga, and a maricón is an inferior man, society had it.
I remember that Cholo very well. He was somewhat effeminate, but at a physical level, he was in every single way archetypically masculine; He was stout and strong as they come, with a Verga to match, all of which my submissive self was helplessly drawn to. He was teaching me, and giving me what I wanted and needed, even if I was not completely ready for His lessons at the time. My first sexual teacher had been incredibly soft, gentle and considerate. I can barely remember Him. This Cholo, however, carried Himself like a dominant God before Me, and, as such, He was the first Man I truly worshiped, even if I hesitated. He was not rough, but He was decidedly stern. He knew I was a naturally submissive Cock slut WAY before I was ready to accept it, and treated me accordingly. Although submission and domination ebb and flow, I feel that when it comes to Homosexual Sex, the more submissive Man must naturally yield to the more assertive One. It’s normal, it’s natural. And there’s tremendous liberation, power and pleasure in embracing that.
As it was meant to be, He was the One who claimed my Virginity in the name of the Lord Phallus…
I remember the pain and humiliation I felt as I was first penetrated by a Cock of considerable girth by a Man everybody knew to be a maricón. I feared. I feared because I found myself coming back to Him for yet more Dick. I feared because that had done it. I had officially become like Him. I was now a maricón.
It took many years before I was mature, wise and strong enough to fully understand, appreciate and embrace my sexuality. It would have been impossible without the lessons from Men like that Cholo I still idolize, without people like Charlie telling me it is OK to be a slut.
It is OK to be YOURSELF!
If loving and fetishizing the Male Form with this passion, with this utter feeling of wonderment, delight and loving adoration makes me a maricón, then, I confess myself the greatest maricón of them all!
If indulging my Penis with abundant masturbation while entertaining homoerotic and narcissistic thoughts and desires makes me a maricón, let it be known I have never been more proud of being a maricón!
If coming to the Fountain of Power to feed of His Magnificence while praising His Name with willing and grateful mouth makes me a maricón, then I am guilty! Guilty of my hunger for Him!
If offering my sweaty, odorous and hairy asshole to be opened, impaled, stretched and penetrated by my fellow Man’s aroused Rod of Power makes me a maricón, then I step forth to be relentlessly fucked and bred like the unapologetically horny, nasty and dirty Cock-loving maricón I proudly am!
Shall you need my Cock, my Brother, you can be assured I’ll give it to You, but remember: I only fuck sluts!
Dear Charlie, thank You for Your friendship, my Brother! Thank you for everything you taught and teach Me!
You don the Mantle of Your Lust by shedding shame and false morals. Modesty is a handmaid to fear and external authority. Like You, I choose to be a Man; I choose to embrace myself, and be myself. I am that I am. I love you, Charlie Meier!
So everything Men do together is manly, except for sex? My Brother, there is probably nothing more masculine than Men intimately bonding and sharing their sexual power. Homosexual sex is the celebration, acknowledgement and indulgence of each other’s rich and diverse Masculinity.
— from https://t.co/bSlxnEjGSa
We fear the most those things we ourselves have shut away. The Horned One is a guide, a teacher, a representation of our sexuality, masculinity, mysticism, renewal and interconnection. He lurks in a darkness WE created, but He is not evil. He is a mirror, an aspect of ourselves.
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The Beast is your Libido, your animalistic drive to satisfy primordial sexual desires. The Beast is the Pride you take when you exert your masculinity on those you dominate. The Beast is also the Bliss you experience when those needs are taken care of by those you submit to.
— from https://t.co/r0YzqEJhq5