we write in code, with data entombed, in tunnels of platinum and tunnels of gold…my river remolds the depths of your soul conjuring a sacred passion that grows hot and bold…this cypher we craft conjures cylon futures, where the contours of AI will meld with our nature—this arabic script describes numerology tightly bound up in …
this cerebral vortex invades my cortex–seducing my mind with luscious mortals…your body and mind send me into orbit–making me long for a vision of what might come next…rising phoenix: so monster queer–you lacerate the binaries patriarchy holds dear…our rebel armies converge from far and near–we burn potent magical fires to vanquish all fear…your image conjures …
sexy and fly with spirit on fire–you amp up my mind and take my energy higher…so much to crave and so much to admire–our bodies intertwine in a cauldron of desire…our neurons remold into fractals of liberation–we are organizing a righteous mafia embedded within our queer nation…our sex cult’s power lies in the potency of …
i feel fucking perfect–animated by a precise balance between intoxication and sobriety…the sinuous sacred geometry of the immense creativity permeating this space keeps my imagination firing on all cylinders…is it emergent strategy in all its nuance and potency? is it love and comradery and the fellowship of movement building? i want this to be perfect …
pleasure is so DAMN powerful…it arms us to sustain ourselves in resilience and to resist acquiescing to systemic oppression–we aspire to liberation and seek truth in divine lessons…we aspire to build fortresses of healing across our polarized nation…when i see a body, mind, and spirit to lust for, all of my neurochemistry goes wild–i yearn …
black bondage, black pain–black pride, black rage…our people have been birthed through the torturous lacerations of whips and chains…fear is our enemy so trust in the divine–sacred powers heal historic wounds and bend the flow of time…whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine–unleash the godlike serpent writhing deep within your spine…with so much …
i feel you in my blood as it permeates my veins–i feel your jedi mind as it bends the psychotropic plane…we rise up for liberation determined to break the chains–we must fight to heal our traumas and set fire to historic pain…you are my prince of fire and i feel you deep inside–our worlds have …
so seductive and luscious, you tempt me with desire–love reverberates through me like a subatomic supernatural fire…the suggestive curves of your body inspire my mind to rise up higher–we must live from an emergent place of abundance that lets our gestating spirits rewire…erotic power energizes our struggles helping to crack the matrix code–we rise up …
the arsenal of the dancer is synergistic energy…armed with a mind fast as lightning he conjures subaltern chemistry…we grind, we fuck, we writhe, we breathe–we are evolving to create the world our souls yearn to see…intensely fierce and fly–so sexy and noir…inspiring raw passion and unchaining hearts…erotic power so potent systemic chains break apart…summoning sex …
i imagine myself bathed in light–or held in a luxurious and potent embrace…i imagine myself protected by a force field from the terrifying vicissitudes of late stage proto-fascist capitalism–protected by the love of my pixie from the major and minor terrors of our world…its been a difficult few months, but i have grown stronger in …
i love the simple things–your breath on my neck and your voice in my head…you are a blessing and a miracle–i feel your pulse deep inside and i hold your image close to my my heart simple yet not so simple…breath on my neck settles softly like magic dust…brief eye contact is a tumble into …
For most of this year I’ve been struggling—never depressed really…just navigating the waters of harm and accountability—and groping for my most indigenous sense of purpose and direction…for most of this year, I have also lived under my parents’ wing…we have processed feelings, worked on communication, and grown, but it has been hard for all of …
I am a student of my own evolving mind—I am a student of the ebb and flow of time…I dream of a future where all of our roots intertwine—I dream of vistas of synergy between the erotic and the sublime…this is a genesis story: a mix of the dopest fractals of our reality with …
desecration and violation—toxic psychic devastation…caustic pain is in gestation—blocking love and trust and creation…so much to learn if i dig in deep—boundaries i have transgressed perpetrated on me…i swarm with feeling dirty and emotionally unclean—i pray for tears to flow and sanctify my scarred body…we need transformational solutions to sexual violence—the tendrils of our …
This poem is an introspection—a covenant with myself…I aspire to trust in love, and not in my wellspring of insecurities…it is so easy to give in to doubt and to caustic toxic inner voices…so much harder to trust that those we give our hearts to will honor that love with all that it deserves I …
in my body heartbeat throbbing–feeling myself or feeling somebody…transformational forces become embodied–i love the intensity of your cock deep inside me…erotic power suffuses our existence–it stokes the fires we build to transform this system…if we grasp the immense powers the erotic gives us we won’t settle for catastrophic misery enforced by capitalism…fractals are my wormholes …
you are my light, my magic, and my heart–i pulsate with anticipation whenever we are apart…we vogue with the sun and we frolic in the dark–your potent pixie spells leave me enraptured by your spirit’s mark…i crave your counsel, your company, and your love–i am convinced that you are an angel descended from above…your touch …
you see us dance among you, but fail to sense our jedi powers in emergence—we conjure rites of love and liberation aspiring towards an all encompassing transformational resurgence…we sync our bypo minds through the meditative practices of erotic pleasure and service–I can’t choose my apocalypse squad but i can recruit a fractalyzed global battalion of …
I want to write you a letter—even though we text every day…there is always something magically new to discover—there is always something radically new to say…you are such a blessing in my life—you inspire the divine spark in my heart…your presence excites passion and ecstasy—your eyes are like a flaming torch in the dark…I love …
slap me across the face while we vogue in this non-binary place… life is a journey but never a race—we thrive in community, in love, and in grace…hold me down and tell me you love me—i want to see your entrancing eyes above me—this penetration is so potent you don’t need to drug me— you …