Barry knew it wasn’t right what he did, but he couldn’t help himself. Ever since he and Brody Thurman discovered that loose vent cover in the girls bathroom in fifth grade, he’d been hooked, he’d been a peeper. The thrill he got, knowing he was witnessing someone else’s private moment, and committing a forbidden act, was better than any drug.

Dave Jaggers
Peeper

There’s a strong urgency in masturbation.
The longing for there to be another human body
pressed up against your own, so much so you envision
it vividly in your mind, painting hundreds of
thousands of scenarios until you find one just right
for your hand,

for your body.

It’s not about pleasure, but about that momentary loss of place and time,
a further commitment to your imagination but
to your loneliness as well.

Tatiana Arredondo

Her long loose hair and unguessable face, eyes turned in from day to night…

Heart trapezing gaily as the ropes tighten…

 Each of us has a secret darkness hidden within…

Yes, yes, I’m hungry for it. Always hungry for it. Just for once I’d like to get my fill – more than my fill! I want cock until I can’t take any more. Just once…

“I’m probably the worse person in the universe,” she said. “What I’m going to do to you now, you’ll never fuckin’ forget. Believe me you won’t. It’s really that fuckin’ terrible. But I guarantee no matter how bad you feel when I’ve finished with you, you’ll want to come back and have me do it again – because that’s what I’m most like. A fuckin’ incurable addiction…”

My Beloved Sacred Masculine

October 14, 2017

there is a difference between the desire to fuck a women
and the desire to adorn her with your love
to shower her from head to toe with your kisses
to feel your tongue caress every curve and crevasses of her holy temple
to call out her wild woman
to suckle on her swollen breasts
to take your time to be sure no freckle gets left behind

a man who knows he is in the arms of a goddess
will ask permission before entering her sanctuary
will live to make her moan and shake
will, with his breath and presence, let her know she is safe to surrender all of her
as he holds the key to unlock her hidden chambers
he is a devotee to her sacred scriptures
one who knows how to bath in the waterfalls of her nectar
and awaken the songs of the ancestors in her bones

a man in his God nature knows how to use his wand
to call upon the Light
piercing through the veil of illusion
slaying the demons of her past
the sharp sword of Truth
leaving only the frequency of Love behind
and planting the seed of a new tomorrow

breath meets body
undulating to the pulse of one heart beat
snakes meet at the gate of the eternal
Soul, Sex, God – uniting
the holy trinity
we remember
remember union

no, this is not fucking, a way of the old paradigm
this is the rapture
the merging of souls
alchemical marriage

we are walking out of darkness
and embodying Light

Alila Sophia Grace

Masturbation

October 14, 2017

There is an image
Working to free my mind
From violent dawns
It probes at the backs of my eyes
It tells me I am prostituting myself
Here in my bedroom
In incestuous union with myself
I hallucinate and fantasise about
Doctors sons, butchers boys
Teenage thieves, deserters
Drug pushers, scandalous rent boys
Vagrants, pimps, prostitutes
And silk lingerie and don’t care.
I sit destitute of thought
An insane dissonance of macabre music
Playing out melodies of an image in my mind

Edgar Whitman Wilde

My first ejaculation was a terrible shock. Like a seizure. An unexpected and terrible ripping of reality. Electrical currents in blue and gold sending spastic spasms of pleasure up me vertebrae; skull crushed in a vise in those first few seconds. Those never to be forgotten throbbing, animal convulsions and my head filling with white noise…

Neurological eruption!

Two’s company, six is handy…

The moist smell of her many amours clings to her, this young priestess of love…

Now is the time when lovers pant away their souls…

I will not die from this desire. Instead I will swim in it, relish it, crave it…

to seduce men

October 13, 2017

In childhood a female must be subject to her father, in youth to her husband, and when her lord is dead, to her sons; a woman must never be independent … It is the nature of women to seduce men in this world, for that reason the wise never remain unguarded in the company of females … Women, shudra (the lowest of four castes), dog and crow embody untruth, sin and darkness.

Vatsyayana
Kama Sutra

Joan Semmel - Purple Diagonal

The use of colour for me was, first of all, just part of the way I make art. I had come into doing any kind of figuration or representation from abstraction. I had always had free range of any colour I wanted. If you look at the abstract paintings in the show, you will see that.

I was working with high colour, with totally saturated colour, and I wasn’t willing to give it up even though I was moving into modelled form. Part of it was simply what I liked to do as an artist, and you have to remember that back then the word “pornography” had all kinds of horrible connotations, not in the way it does today. You can’t think of it the same way. If you said “pornography,” you immediately imagined the dirtiest, most horrible thing, whereas today it’s an industry, it’s a product, and it’s on every television screen, and it’s coming into every household. It has a very different connotation than it did back then, so I was terrified of being called a pornographer. And, that being the case, I thought about how I can make it different from pornography, because people asked me, ‘Isn’t it pornography?’ just as they asked you that question. It could be challenged, but with the saturated colour, it was harder to challenge it. The colour brought it into the art realm of aesthetic experience.

Joan Semmel
Interview with Susan Silas May 2015