Patrick Stewart has died.
That man, above all others, showed me the meaning of the story. The journey.
Thank you Sir. You will be forever missed.
Don’t worry, lover
I will return
To your waiting sanctums
With new offerings
Only a dark night of the soul
Could carve
I am no longer afraid of worms and spiders
Insects and decay
Hosts Of the descent
Autumn caresses
Reminding me to let go
Honest question — do you want a man who is in total control? Cold? Calculating? Machine-like?
Or do you want a man with emotions? A storm that crashes and cleans with the moon’s phases, who knows how to rage, and repair?
Maybe a little of both:
Control
Held over an emotional furnace
Cravings
Without attachment to satisfaction
Unpredictable
With unquestioning devotion
Who is that man? Balanced? Whole?
It’s the riddle of the current age, I think.
Listen – sex and spirituality are the same fucking thing. Our problem is that religious institutions for the past two or three thousand years have behaved like an awkward drunk uncle with boundary issues and a retraining order.
So OF COURSE we’re triggered by words like God and Faith and Jesus.
The greatest way to deny our spirit is to use the language of spirituality to abuse and destroy. To separate.
To say, “WWJD?” as we quietly destroy the erotic feminine over and over.
It’s the greatest fraud in history.
Reclaim it, lover.
Fearful men running churches would LOVE for you to keep running away from your power so they can keep theirs.
Fucking is faith itself.
God is an orgasm.
Jesus was a slut.
Put that on a bumper sticker.
The spookiest of seasons needs a dark erotic tale inspired by my dear friend, E.A. Poe. Featuring you as the main character.
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Dear Reader/Listener—
You are the Rapture.
I have realized
I write and perform not just to satisfy my internal cravings anymore
But to break the world open through you.
I pull the fires of creation through your body until you cannot help but express your own ecstatic joy in what you will into existence.
Am I here for Views? Likes? Comments?
Or am I here to spark an arousal so wet, so achy, that the pain of not channeling it becomes the sacrilege?
The Rapture will not be a lightning strike from the heavens, beloved. It will be the tide rising with the orgasmic gasps of a billion voices fucking their pain into art.
Create for us, dear admirer, hiding in the dark.
We are waiting for you.
🖤
