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trusting my body

Lately I’ve had trouble trusting my body, which causes me anxiety.  Anxiety is so much work.  I’d love to free up energy by finding ways to know and love myself, and to believe I’m ok and will live a long life. I woke up in the night to pee, and as I was lying in

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ritual theory

flower bits

I was looking through my magic bag–I took out all of the materials.  Two rings are sewed in.  There’s a special smooth rock I love with inclusions, a small rock from the grave place of my ancestors, two other small significant rocks pertaining to my mom and the health of my blood.  Sadly I looked

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poem ritual smut

offering

the second time I was invited to bed with you, beautiful sacred man I believed was God visiting to bless my body, I would have touched your hips, peeling down the band of your chonies to know the bony articulating handholds and memorize them. I would have sniffed your chest and pet slower the brown

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worship of the breasts

I would like to invite my spouse to participate in this ritual worship of the breasts.  Ok, it might get messy.  Please have a soft napkin or tissues handy. My vision for this ritual is we get into a frame of mind where my breasts are simultaneously my breasts and some kind of cosmic Great

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worship of the hands

Thank you for your willingness to participate in worship of the hands.  Do you need a drink of water, a relaxing substance, or any words to help you feel good to do this ritual? –I have what I need.  Thank you. Great.  The plan I have in mind is…  We both wash our hands at

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dick prayer

“Can I pray for your tummy?” I asked.  He was standing by the bed, naked.  I was stroking his tummy, appreciating it. “Yes,” he said.  His eyes were closed, and he looked so beautiful. tummy prayer “Mother God, please bless the tum of my love.  Please bless all the organs of his tummy to do

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ritual unsent letter

death genius

I was watching a poetry reading online, with several readers.  A lady I don’t know read poems about her husband dying unexpectedly in a car wreck.  In her between-poem chatter, she said, “Grief is a solitary journey.  We have to do it alone, in our own way.” I stopped the video and started to cry

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ritual unsent letter

punishment

I read something about punishment, and it made me think of you.  I don’t believe in punishment–prisons, parents hitting kids, punishment in relationships that are supposed to be sweet, like friendships and partnerships. Seems like consequences are inevitable, but something about the “I am right–you are wrong, so you must suffer,” creeps me out like

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ritual theory

my dad

I wanted to have a ritual to talk to my dad, who died almost five years ago, of an overdose.  He was a white guy, and at least some of my problems with white guys come from abuse from him.  White guys I love have way too much power over me, especially when I want

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nuts

“Hmm, I’m going to stab you with an almond,” I told him.  We were in the car, and he was driving us to a small park nearby. “You can’t stab me with an almond!” he said. “Sure I can!  It’s pointy.  Look.” “No, you can’t.” “Here, I do it!”  Stab, stab gently on his forearm.

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