What if all hypothetical sexual questions were literal?

We experience all life from birth to death, on our own. No lovers have ever successfully conjoined so far as to experience as one being.

This is your shot in this lifetime .

This is your partners shot in this lifetime

There is no next time.

You, here, now.

Don’t waste it, don’t be ashamed of yourself, and don’t shame your partner. Raise them up.

Embrace them, join them

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Inkstains

Trailing the curves of coffins, black stains skin deep. 

Skin blazing, striking envy in the heart of the writhing bitter sun. Cosmic instantaneous birth, forever unfolding In an erotic Sisyphean utopia.  All in a moment. Then we put it away in a quiet place to get through the day and with hot blood in our ears we pretend not to hear it roar. 

Geneses, the apartment Part 1 - Pussy Control

When I was 18 I moved out into an apartment with the drummer the of band I was in. I had just started dating a local girl after years of various long distance relationships and our sex game was (at the time) next level. Living at home meant I had rules. This was not in the cards for me. Rules meant that I couldn’t lay naked perpetually with the captain of the cheerleading squad. I really don’t know if she was the captain or not but the outfit ruled. I could be mixing my cheerleaders

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Wormwood

We’ve blurred the lines so thoroughly.

The feeling of utter surrender, her inside of you and your body pressed firmly into mine. Your shape imprinted well beyond the constraints of physical form.

  Entangled in sweat, alcohol, and bodily fluids, with all the primal nature of the earthly forms were trapped in. 

Three become one intermingled hive of writhing stimulation. And in a moment of time that could have been hours or lifetimes we were perpetually locked.  


A Dream in France

I dreamt I was attending a school function after hours and as I was standing in the hallway I heard a commotion. Two boys were fist-fighting. They couldn't have been older than preschool aged, but they were fighting. Maliciously, closed fists just pounding each other. I rushed up to the boys along side another woman whom I did not know, intending to break the fight up.

We split the boys up and the woman led the first boy away.  The second boy had grown younger during the time it took to separate the two. Now toddler sized, I reached to pick him up, but he slipped through my fingers. I was so scared I would hurt him. I knew that dropping him could cause permanent damage. I reached to pick him up again and again but he kept slipping through my fingers, and each time he fell he grew younger and smaller.

 Finally I was able to pick him up. I handed him to a nearby young woman there in the hallway, but she could not hold him either. The now infantile boy slipped to the floor head first.  I looked in horror at this once crying baby, now silenced. Its head lay split open on the floor. Leaking out however was the vibrant yellow yolk of an egg

. I remember looking at the yolk-y mess surrounding the baby’s body and the young woman crying hysterically and feeling completely helpless.  

Then I woke up. 

Religious practices

When the moon smiles down in her radiant dress of silver dreams.  Full faced, resplendent. 

In a circle of salt we’ll dance. 

With candles and alters and sometimes our blood we make celestial promises to gods whose faces we are wholly incapable of looking upon. 

For second sight we’ll give almost anything. 

When death sleeps, he dreams of her.  With black wings and talons her children tend to the darkness. They call out to us in the distance, cackling as ravens do.  

Dressed in black undulating smoke, touting equal parts desire and wrath beyond compare.  Incestiously,  could a divine being really be?  

  This queen of queens. 

A Goddess among Goddesses. 

When death sleeps, he indeed dreams of her. 

Tonight and for all my mortal days; while her ravens gather round the writing fire screaming from the tops of the trees. In an orgasmic blur of incense and infused Wormwood, together, we’ll dance.  



Nazi Punks Fuck off

We put together this concert once in a skatepark in Youngstown in an effort to bring a wider audience to the bands we were booking at the time.

It was one of those deals where we had to haul in a PA, Monitors, run mics and all the cabling. The whole deal.  We booked  Die Like A Samurai whom we were putting on just about everything we booked at the time,  I believe Disgust for the Weak as well. 
Both in the metalcore vain. 
So We get there and get set up. We were even on time, which didn’t happen much.  Everything was great. 
Anyone who books shows knows what it’s like to troll through venue events to find bands in certain areas. It’s a super valuable tool.   Well we were on MySpace, so we didn’t have that luxury. We hit up Youngstown locals & locked in two bands. Poof, bobs your uncle. 
So the show is going swimmingly, two bands down. The second band from Youngstown gets up and starts doing their thing. They’re young as shit. 14, 15, shredding this early 00 garage grind. 
Since we were  accustomed to dead empty shows from time to time we made a habit of always standing up front,  nice and close. 
 So the band finishes this song, and the singer said says that this next one is for “his boi Hitler” and they all start pouring their 40oz mil-best on the floor and hailing. The guitarist busts into this riff and just about two notes in Joe reaches up and yanks his guitar cable out. 

The whole band was stupefied.
The utter astonishment on this kid’s face was amazing. He had literally no idea what to do. The whole band quickly recovered and were now squaring up to fight.  Thankfully we didn’t get any more Nazi music. 
Somehow we managed to tear down and load all the gear while our friends fended off kids with skateboards.  I Remember Aron (DlaS, Cheap Heat) waving an 8 foot steel pole at a horde of kids. Apparently the pole worked because I remember him with it quite a lot. 
The police finally came, somebody not involved with the show had called when they heard the disruptions over the noise of the bar she was in. 
This was the last time we put a show on in either Youngstown or a skatepark. 
Not long after this the band Attila from Georgia would come to stay the weekend and eat spaghetti.  For their second time through Ohio with us. This would also be one of the final shows we put on together. 

The courtship of Nina Rich

Watching the tower flats in the burning skyline continuously melt into one another.  While we sit with spread legs, fucked by the ocean with a head full. 

Laying in a hotel bed with a lover and a partner. Somebody blowing k and smoking dmt.  Can you count a person who’s body is a just placemarker for their mind while it spins and whirls disconnected in the cosmos?  Are the even there? 
Our adventurous compatriots leave for the respite of earthly nourishment. we’re spun out and horny, and here we’ll set the tone of the rest of our lives. 
We made viscous love, all the more erotic with a past lover sleeping in bed with us. 

The following weekend would tell of more public sex and boutique substances than I had hither to ever expected to partake in. 

Finally at the end, we woke naked on the sand while the sun was rising. We watched it burn over the ocean like a fever dream as convicts in jumpsuits and leg chains on their early morning trash rounds gawked and cheered our previous nights adventures. 

Heaven…. are you really waiting outside the door?