A BULL sat before me, sporting and stroking his PROUD MANHOOD. With His body language, He was not inviting me to just suck Him, He was COMMANDING me to HUMBLE myself before Him. Dutifully, reverently, I fell on my knees and did as I was told while I whispered: “You are my GOD.”
Of course You are different; You are a lewd disciple of the God Cock, Lord of the Secret Garden of Men. It was Your CHOICE to carry the heavy burden of His Lust. Wherever there are Men, whenever they gather, He is present. You WILL honor Your word. His Will WILL be done!
“Come to Me, all You who are weary of denial, suppression, guilt and shame, and I will show You Your True Self. Take My Yoke upon You and learn from Me, for I am the Loin Fire in Your Heart. It takes a Man to bear my Yoke, for I am stern, tall, stout, generous, merry and proud.”
— from https://t.co/jqYa4p3n5p
We Men are the Children of Your Lust, O Penis. We are the Keepers of the Loin Fire. Your Voice is the expression of Your Will; deep, stout, robust; supremely confident, assertive and empowering. Whenever You speak, all Men shall rise in erect and proud compliance and adoration!
Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood
This is the second part to the mystic and sexual journey of a Man who has recently opened his Heart to Phallus, and become his devotee. For the first part, please click here.
My initiation had been intensely vivid; a powerful encounter with what I came to understand, rationally and emotionally, as my sexual and spiritual self. Those Men, My Brothers, my Teacher insisted, were different aspects of my own self. My mind, however, had not yet fully awakened; it had still to realize the great and many possibilities of authentic Phallic Awareness. Allow me to tell you, in much greater detail, how I came to choose the name Diogenes, my Name within the Brotherhood. Allow me to tell you how Mighty Lord Penis changed me the evening I first approached The Tower of Man.
I told you of the miraculous transfiguration of Alexandros, the leader, and the deep, intimate and enlightening sexual encounters with His two disciples. Following my one-on-one initiation with each of them, I was to experience the full power of what Alexandros called The Most Animal Lust.
“Fill Him to the brim with Cock.” He had commanded, and that is literally what they did.
Under the stern gaze of the Master of the Tower, the Mature Alpha Male known as Aeneas, and Ganymede, the Young Man I had mistakenly regarded as exclusively submissive, put aside every instance of modesty and turned me into a piece of flesh they used, groped and sodomized with unreal vigor and zeal. I seemed to lose myself amidst the waves of their unleashed, and seemingly unending wanton barrage. After the instruction to break my Ego, they treated me like the cheapest whore; there was not a single time one of their Cocks was not gaping one of my holes. I was called all sorts of names, urinated, spat on and sexually manhandled in every possible way.
At first, it hurt tremendously. It hurt my Ego as a Man. The Man called Aeneas, who had so fondly and gently made love to Me just minutes before, was now harsh and aggressive, completely oblivious to the discomfort He caused me; all that mattered to Him then, was the satisfaction of the unrelenting Power between his legs. The Mighty Daddy Bull would hold my head in place with his strong hands and fuck my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes as I gagged and choked. He pulled my hair like he meant to tear off my scalp as he sodomized me, making me howl as my back arched and my thighs shuddered. He would ask if He was being rough enough, if I was getting what I wanted. He said a bitch like me did not deserve any less.
Nonetheless, it was Ganymede who gave the final and definite blow to my inner walls. Earlier on, He had looked so boyish and vulnerable; now He appeared before my eyes as an Adonis in the prime of His Youth and Prowess. While His Cock was not as thick as Aeneas’, it was considerably longer, which made it even more impressive; every thrust by His awe-inspiring sword made me feel like my innards where being stabbed. While Aeneas spoke little, simply handling my body any way He pleased by the means of his amazing physical strength, Ganymede was very verbal; He exerted dominance by bossing me around. At first, I could not bear to look at Him in the eye and meet His mocking gaze. He seemed to take much delight in my humiliation.
“I could hear each and every one of your thoughts as you fucked me earlier,” He said. “Look at yourself dance at the mercy of my Cock and answer me with the heart. Which of us is the true slut now?”
At last, I surrendered.
A part of my consciousness shifted and I witnessed myself at the most sexually receptive I had been in my entire life. I could not believe the look of sheer ecstasy amidst the agony of pleasure and pain on the grimace of my face. Covered in dirt, and sweat, and cum, I moaned, panted and hollered like an animal as I took their unbridled Lust with utter abandon. Before my eyes, crimson spots of the densest kind of Lust seemed to dance around us as those Men unleashed their Male Beast upon me. As soon as I gave up, I saw myself loving every single bit of that mad, lascivious dance of excess. Even though I looked at myself with astonishment, I somehow knew it was My will that allowed for all of this to happen.
I wanted it all.
And I wanted more.
“I am. I am!” I cried in defeat.
“You are what?” demanded Aeneas and Ganymede at unison.
“I am a slut! I am a slut!” I repeated as if fighting for air.
Aeneas’ Cock grew unbelievably fatter as He plowed my wrecked asshole even more ferociously. From my deepest self, I let out a loud scream of ecstasy that seemed to both echo across space and hang in midair, like solid, thick fog. I felt as if I had been stripped of my very skin, of all masks, all layers, all lies.
Aeneas then spoke, once again with the deep, compassionate Daddy Voice I had fallen in love with.
“You are a slut for what?”
“I am a slut for Man. I am a slut for Cock,” I wept in liberation.
Somebody embraced me. It was Alexandros. He was standing, or rather floating next to me. The air around us shimmered. Beneath us it was dark and red, above us it was pink and gold. He brought my attention to my right and I gasped as I saw a vision of Aeneas carrying me in his arms with Ganymede by his side towards the Tower.
“Am I dead?” I asked in shock.
“You have never been more alive,” He replied as He motioned for me to look.
The two men took me to a warm pool. There they gave me a bath; gently, fondly. Their touch was warm and affectionate. They uncorked a bottle of a perfumed oil that smelled like orange blossom and rubbed it on me with the patience of the ages. It felt as if they were painting or writing something on me with their fingers rather than simply applying it. As Aeneas massaged me, Ganymede whispered or sang almost inaudible verses.
It was an ode of gratitude to the Divine Masculine, for bringing His Brother back to Him.
He breathed the words onto me, into me; when He pressed His nose against my neck, I felt a cascade of a tingling yet soothing energy fall lazily upon me. Aeneas pressed his hairy chest against my back and, bringing his arms and hands in front of me, He delicately squeezed my nipples sending waves of slow-moving electric fire across my body.
While I am at loss for words to describe what it all actually felt like, the truth is I was hard in an instant. I had never felt so tenderly loved and sexually aroused at the same time. Aeneas tightened his muscular embrace and leaned back, making me rest on his chest. As He gently pulled me back with brawny hands upon my pectoral muscles, He guided His Mighty Member into my Hole, thrusting it deep in an initial penetration that seemed to last forever.
I was a point in empty space that He filled with His Light, expanding, reaching out in all directions, growing ad infinitum.
Aeneas sang this time:
“My Son, you come, at last, back to Us.”
He sang as he penetrated me the most slowly I have ever been fucked.
I was in Heaven, being rocked in my Father’s arms as he filled me with His Love.
But I had yet to experience more.
As Aeneas pulled Himself out of me, Ganymede slowly spread my legs and began to penetrate me with His Shaft of Light, which seemed to have no beginning and no end, making me sing His Name in Praise and Adoration.
“My Brother, you come, at last, back to Us,” He declared.
And I looked at my Brother with playful eyes, and he looked back at me. And we knew it was as it once had been, as it ever has been between us. And we smiled.
No sooner had he taken His Beautiful Wand of Infinity, Father Aeneas was sliding His Scepter of Authority into my soul once again. Ganymede climbed on top of me and, ever so slowly, He began to impale Himself onto my diamond-hard Manhood.
Drowning in rapturous pleasure I knew it was my turn to speak at last:
“My Father, My Brother…”
“At last I come back to you.”
“In seeking Honesty I have found Myself. In seeking myself I have pushed aside the chains of false morals to partake of the Celebration of our common Manhood.”
“We are Men, and this is the Brotherhood of Men who love Men.”
“Among you, I shall be known as Diogenes.”
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,
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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
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 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!
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…
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 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.”
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,
Who had crossed the valley,
sailed the seas,
and braved perilous forests and sands;
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,”
“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.
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 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.