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
“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.
I believe in other worlds. When I write, where do the words come from? They arrive from a long distance. They feel like spirit, to me. Love feels like spirit. Sex is possible with our bodies, but also our minds, at the same time. Or just our minds, in the case of sex long distance.
I have a friend who is dying. We’ve been penpals for almost 30 years, since I was a teenager. I’ve never met him in person, but I saw his photo: he is an old white guy who lives near where I come from. A little north of there. He’s a poet, and I’m a poet,
Dear beloved Nest, You are fucking amazing, a radiant goddess who is entirely true to yourself. You are brilliant, deeply good, and kind-heartedly love-motivated. I trust your heart 100%. It’s obvious, you’re hurting and hating yourself tonight. I hear your pain, as you wish you were not as you are. It hurts to need, feel,
We did the ritual last night; my friend mentioned it was a new moon. It was beautiful. I was unprepared for the intense emotions. My favorite part was being in ritual space and a sexy space at the same time. He lit the candle. We added a couple things, like we sang a Mother song
This love sex ritual is about connection, blessing, honoring. A refreshing of commitment and expression of care. Please adapt for use with your own partner person or persons. materials: friendship candle, dish of water, rose oil, hunk of amethyst, Mother image, chocolate, water to drink, lighter, pouch of magic I am naked in the