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[starfrosting]

I'm at an impasse, not with the material but with my will to go on. My body/mind/eyes feel kind of dead so I'm hoping there's more to the diet Coke magic than this.

That said, several unrelated things:

1.
felt like poprocks going off against my lips chin the soft palate my throat, a spray.
i was shamed, blamed for not creeping quietly cooly enough, making conversation when we just needed to get out. almost tucked an open knife into my boot. we drank lots of wine, almost got murdered walking to the carpark, more knives well-handled in well-formed hands. can't remember if it ended in pride or shame.

2. What if They're fucking you? Can it be vice versa? I'm being serious, but also tongue-in-cheek because I'm afraid of what I'm asking.

3. Giovanna Borradori thinks my sketch of a thesis idea is not only feasible but very exciting.

4. Forget what else.

Comments

[orpheuskiss.livejournal.com]

i don't believe the gods fuck anyone over, and i'm assuming you're not attempting to rape the gods. if that's the case than making love to/with them is worship and something that can go both ways. a lot of the poetry in my private journal is related to this idea - if it's done in a reverent way, i can't think of many more powerful actions you could do with/to someone. there are even tons of saints who write about making love to the divine - and they're easily found by looking up ecstatic poetry. as far as my beliefs go - every time i make love to someone i'm making love to the divine, experienced as the divine in them. i try to be as conscious of their feelings and their pleasure as possible since i am making love to both a friend and a god(dess) - god(dess) being sort of like a flame/soul that everyone contains. hope that helps!