living in luminous sobriety is its own sacred high–we must craft a healing revolution to sanctify our hearts and minds…the oxygen, dopamine, and adrenaline make me wild and super fly–i am done being a spice junkie constantly lost in the ebb and flow of time…i saw visceral visions as i navigated the hypomanic psychotropic plane–i …
In this moment, I am a hot mess of regret, anxiety, and desire With boundaries collapsed I don’t know how to recompartmentalize I don’t know what to think or believe about my inner self I struggle alone at night: mourning the passing of a dearly held aspiration But I don’t want to be a slave …
they are the distance at which i can safely love you and myself at the same time they are the porous barriers that i transgress when carnal power arises transcendent they are the force fields we generate to allow us to move like water and find the sacred speed of trust they are the …
if you see me leave early or hesitate to make eye contact if i seem reticent to express too much affection that’s just me trying not to fall in love again if i appear caught up in my head stuck between worlds and moments afraid of my deepest self and its desires that’s just me …
your strength is flexed and built out raw–your spirit is animated by zygotes of sacred cosmic laws…you summon my passion from near and far–we consummate our connection blessed by karmic stars…this is rockstar sex: it is riot porn–we dance all night and fuck til dawn…we craft reverberating fractals and freedom songs–we fight for a world …
Our vibe is subtle, electric, and wild Your warmth is deeply attractive and your charms make me smile You are an ancient people’s warrior king and a cybernetic genius’ child We are bonded by the related demons that teem within our minds We have shared common struggles and bared vulnerable souls We seek symbiotic resilience …
you activate my visions and animate my mind–but your hallucinogenic powers leave toxicity behind…i reach for you out of habit hoping to play with time–i reach for you seeking a key to the magic arising from deep inside…this is dirty medicine flowing freely conjured to fuel my fire–i must summon the power of breath to …
our eyes lock in the dark and i try to draw you in–we touch heart to heart, soul to soul, and skin to skin…this is an erotic duet whose seismic rhythms we begin–this is succulent and euphoric, but some among us would call it a sin…we are the red mafia’s go-go boys–we are the security …
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 …