Letter to the Editor (Sex Under The Moonlight)

To whom it may concern: 

I'm a man. One of them, for sure. I walk hard, I talk hard. Me and my friends lock our legs often. At this point you are asking yourself "how can I trust this guy?" 

You can trust me. 

Anyway, I know the thoughts in my head are good. I know the earth is made of wood because my guy/girl friends told me that a while ago. The longer I know, the better. "So what's a guy like me (a man) gonna do about it?" Beats me! Anyway, the earth has been wood this whole time. Back when the dinosaurs were here they knew it too. 

I would sit on a big rock if this was that but it's not. I sit on a big mound of wood. It's alive, fellas! Get a load of this! Have you taken in the air lately? It's different than it used to be but I'm not sure how. I like the sound my fist makes against the floor outside. I'm what they call a naturalist. I was born by a lake where my mother decided she'd grow old. I'll grow old there to (I think). I'd like it if everyone stayed in the same area they were meant to stay in. Lately there have been too many people moving too far or not far enough if you ask me! So if you are going to go far please do but don't if you're just going half the distance you thought you would originally. Wherever you end up: know that I'm there with you. I'm holding your hand right now. This ain't some woo woo shit. I am here I am here I am here I am here. 

Just like my boyfriends say: "the world is beyond your imagination when you think about it hard and you are alone." 

God speaks to me the way my boyfriends do. God is kind and beyond anything I know for certain. He told me to follow my heart and forget about the things that I don't know. I have no longing left. God took that burdane from me. It took a lot of prayer but I am finally at a place where I feel completely satisfied. You can be mystical too. I got started by buying post cards of people in their prime. People doing what they love all pinned to my wall. I have to plaster over all the holes in my walls every time I move apartments. I don't mind. My boy and girl friends all ask me "why don't you mind?" I tell them "I cherish the world and my space and the things around me and that I love to return things." 

As you may have guessed I love libraries and playing darts at the bar (they make me return the darts when I am done). I love these things because they too have lots of wood and natural materials. 

All jokes aside, the people, post plaster, stacked back in their container I use to move them are happy just as I am to be moving them. They reside nicely. I reside nicely. Every new apartment is an opportunity to bring me closer to God and myself and the pictures of people in their prime. I am just as holy as my new walls are. 

My second step in becoming what I thought (and now know) that I should be was to howl more. The moon is a source of energy for me and you. LOOK AT IT. Tell me that thang ain't damn close to heaven! The moon talks just like anything else talks. I deliver when the moon asks me to. Last week it wanted seeds. The week before that it requires a song from the mouth of a harp. I stopped asking questions a long time ago when it asked me to. Would you do the same? You are not ready to be where I am if you said no. Please send me an email when you're ready. 

You seem ready now. 

The most recent step I took towards self actualization was having natural sex. The moon asked us to take off my condom while my lover and I were in a field and inside each other (what I thought at the time was “inside each other”). The moon gave me such blessed insights during our hours together that night. I'd never truly felt touched since the day I was born. That night I was reborn. I haven't been able to stop touching it, not in a perverse way but a spiritual one. This is recently acquired knowledge but it is potent. Some may deem this knowledge holy. I know I do. The next time you're in a farmer's field with someone you love, take note of the moonlight glistening on both your skin and think “the condom doesn't glisten the same.” 

Thanks,

Sean Harper

But do you recall...

This is a very serious post. A lot of  questions that people are scared to ask. i think there is a fear that if we really were to let go and connect with the spiritual, feral nature of our souls we might become seperated from our friends and family. Society can be cruel to those who walk a different path. Sometimes it is not said to your face but rather spoken of in hushed tones at the dinner tables of the people you grew up around, and grew apart from. I often experience a cloying judgement coming from the soup of coworkers and 'friends'.. While I try to brush it off, yes, it stings. To be an indpenedant thinker is to provoke the scorn of sheep. I try to rememebr that I am not alone in this world, and all of the intimate and passionate sex I have with different people almost every day actually with souls teeming with energy, I lick, I kiss, I caress, I enter, I tease, I soar and I flow outwards, and then collide with another force just as strong and potent. Our energies enter each other and recalibrate the microcellular structures, and send out signals to the netherworlds of earth and the great depot of souls that responds back, fortifying the sensuous pleasure at the bare touch of another... ONce our ocean of fluid meets we lie back, satiated and sated for now, until anotehr playful and quasi-religious round of lovemaking begins again...

lost my train of thought sorry, its important though to remember that your beliefs make you a part of something,and evenif you become rejected and shamed by those around you, what makes you RAW-some, is that you will be more spiritually fulfilled than these condom worshippers 

Examples in Nature

Literally every time there is sexual intercousre in the non-human world is an example of no condom sex.

Seriously, think about that statement. why would i want to live my carnal urges only thinking of the cancerous brain rot fed to the public by big condom. It is almost comical thinking about how such a large percentage of the population that somehow condoms make for 'safer' sex. I am willing to admit that there is a possibility (although from my understanding this is not confirmed, is just a hypothesis) that condom can reduce the chance of an infection... but I think it might be important to recognize that there are many kinds of 'safe'. So lets examine this word ok?

Did you ever have a kid in your class in grade school who's parents never let them outside of their house to play with other children? by the time high school rolled around, we were all bullying that kid because they had no social skills and were so sheltered from real life that we felt as though they needed to be taught a hard lesson about reality. Even though that child was 'protected' and 'safe' because the parents held them on a tight leash, they ended up being punished for that later by the people around them, and then later on they had worse self esteem than if they had just been let outside to play in the first place. Ok, maybe you see now where I'm going with this. No matter how physically 'protected' your sex is with a condom... you're not experiencing the spiritual and physical realities of the world, and you will probably be bullied for it, or it will go on to make you a sheltered ninny, who struggles to truly find love in the world. 

A good way to think of things is to return to the beginning. I think that so many non-humans understand that they have a place in the world, is because they take life head on, and don't listen to some corporation telling you how to fuck. I 'm not even going to share my thoughts on the government. 

Object Permanence lesson

Recent question to the blog:  "Can I still be a part of the movement if I'm not getting any?"

 Look... I am almost never in this position (seriously, it is beginning to negatively affect my life how much game i have lol), but if you are without a partner for a long time, doesthat change your ability to hold a belief? I'm sorry but this generation are wusses. an adult has the capacity to understand that even though something may not be directly in front of them itkeeps existing, object permanence
??? i mean seriously ppl. i have the sense that it has more to do with a negative view of ones self, that you really don't respect your own beliefs and that's why you have to get some guy on a blog to give you validation. i personally would never ask this question. if for some reason i couldn't have sex, then i would put all of the fire i put into sex into seeing the abolition of condoms and adoption of more emotionally free methods of protection, such as manifestation and showering afterwards. 

this is genuinely pissing me off so much, stop taking and taking, all the time it's not fuckong easy running a blog and i am so tired of this nonsense. do not come email me a question that you can use a bit of common sense ro find your own answer. not answeribg another dumbass on here agin, although all quesion are not ba questiond so you can keep asking i guess, anf some will be answered. 

Boston Tea Party of Condoms

 I just found out about the boston tea party where they threw all the tea in the ocean. i'm so f*****cking mad right now that I could just about do the same with those condoms. We all get together, and the people at the drug stores and grocery stores surrender the condoms... then we all march down to the waterfront and just dump them so hard. this could happen in every city until there are none left besides in peoples homes, which they will willingly throw out as part of the revolution. 

I've been through a lot of ups and downs this week, really so much is happening today in the worls and it makes me exhausted. the only thing that stops me from sparking the protest is that i can't help but think about those poor sea turtles who might accidentally swallow one of those slimy like cum bags and choke. it almost makes me cry thinking about, then makes me more angry... why, why, why, why, why???? did they have to bring in that plastic junk into the world so that the poor little creatures of life would suffer. going to cry thinking about it.. condoms are not good because of that as well.. they don't feel good either

Dating Raw: 3 Important Rules

 For readers looking to get serious with someone, or maybe just have a little fun, when the time to disclose sexual preferences for NO COMDOM comes, it can be quite a stressful ordeal, and can lead to rejection in some cases, and can be emotionally damaging in others. How should we communicate about it in order to make everyone feel respected and comfortable? How can we maintain what's important to us, while still wanting love and sex? I have a couple tips for this

1. BE UPFRONT: The best thing you can do is immediately disclose your distaste for the corruptive rubber. I tend to lead with that on my dating profile, or first messages. If they know immediately, they can then make the decision about whether they want to be a pawn of the liberal sexual health system, or whether they are open to having some good hard natural sex with fervour and fluid sharing. I tend to think that if they say they are not interested, I wouldn't have wanted them anyways 😂 

2. Be Assertive, not whiny: If you are in the situation where you are on a date and being grilled about your beliefs, don't resort to begging or bartering. You are degrading both yourself and the movement. Calmly and firmly explain why it is better to have sex this way, and they will either come to the natural conclusion themselves, or they will leave. If they go, fuck it, move on!

3. BE BRAVE: You may face situations where people say that they have diseases down there, and you have to either make the bold decision to stay with your beliefs and risk the consequences, or you can walk out. There is really no shame in walking out, sometimes it's best to not even say anything so you can leave on a good note. 

Always try to have the upper hand emotionally over your anxiety. You will make everyone else feel as though they are not experiencing true pleasure in sex ify you show them how ridiculous condom truly are. if you are enxious and uncertain youw ill look wimpy and weak, and not a viable mate. 
 

Nick Bendzsa (blog starter)

Sexual Futurism: Pornography, Pleasure Products and the World of Tomorrow

Here at Life Without Rubbers we receive a bounty of inquisitive emails - most asking our experts for advice on establishing a condom-less sex life with their partner, or plethora of partners.

While your typical takes on pull-out practices or adherence to the ovulatory calendar are certainly welcome here, its also imprtant that we offer further alternatives to those of our readers who aim to take the road less trodden by.

Today, studies show that increased pornography consumption by Gen Zenniels has led to some young people finding themself more sexually stimulated by the observation of sex than direct participation in it. Some consider this evolution a net negative, but I wont be so quick to dismiss it. I mean, did Darwin think the graded series of beak sizes and shapes present in Galapagos Finches was a hindering addition to the species’ physiology!? 😂

Our time of unrestricted technological advancement also boasts never before seen advamcements in sex toy technology. In 2024, the average consumer has fast access to a figurative cornucopia of plastic genitalia, phallic and yonic productions the world over, versed in every manner of buzzing and humming gyrations, bobs, flicks and pulses, built to simulate, or hyperbolize, the hydraulics of our very own biologi
cal machinery.

With these two sexual developments coursing along in parallel, I propose a coalition of previously seperate modern appetites. Imagine a scene where future newly weds will scurry away from the merry making of their matramonial receptions to the dimly lit quarters of the marital boudoir, carefully remove their machine counterparts of choice from silken satchels, and unitedly bear witness to a display of pure trancendent mechanical copulation. This elastic dance would be a sensual masterpiece, the perfect essence of the sex act manifest in plastic. Our couple, engrossed in this theatre of intercourse would come to access never before experienced forms of connection via newly engorged synapses directing the cerebral course of intimacy and pleasure through the brain. It would be a sex of the mind and spirit, a sex of sensory deprivation. Out-of-body sex, wherein new unification of selves could take place, elevating ceremonial communion with the collective unconscious, and fundamentally eclipsing the archaic erotic rituals of old!

(And, of course, no risk of babies.)

We want to hear from you! Send your sensual dilemmas, comments and queries to nickbendzsa@gmail.com and we’ll answer them in my next contribution!

Nikolas Barkman

On the topic of Nirvana and Soul Integration

You are not a freak for wanting to feel something during sex. Every party deserves sensation. It is something so deeply natural and human, something that we were blessed with for centuries. i have a feelings that our ancestors living 10,000 years ago knew how to pull out and squirt the semen elsewhere, and if not, WHO CARES! Maybe they had another baby, is that such a horrible thing? another beautiful cherished child in the gentle embrace of the planet of paradise, and another hand to work the farm. I had to look this up, but the first rubber condom was invented in 1855. I don't think I need to state this, but not a whole lot of good happened in the world leading up to that and afterwards. I'm not stupid enough to deny an obivous correlation when it saunters in front of me wearing lingerie like that. 

SOUL TIES ARE EVERYTHING... Beyond the phyiscal reactipn to the condom, the nirvanic body that exists in the subconscious and rises to the conscious level during sex gets divorced from the process with that slimy wrapper. How can we access a soul tie and find succour in one another when we aren't even touching them with our holiest of parts. It;s like companies like durex are trying to stifle the energetic exchanges between lovers... and how can a broken society heal eithout something beyond our selves. I don't care for protected 'sex' i require soul integration to get off. 

Is the enemy of my enemy my friend...?

I can't say that I like organized religion too much;; in fact, I HATE it. But one thing that christins got right is that condoms are just plain bad. I can't claim to be an expert on the churches viewpoint on this, but from what i understand, they also talk about how the pleasant sensation for both partners (or more aha) is dampened by a slimy little latex glove that sucks the joy out of sex!! haha maybe that is me projecting my beliefs onto them, because i really couldn't understand the article i read on it. At first i thought it was in latin or greek, but then i later realized that i had been looking at somethoing else. Anyways, i don't necessarily believe in GOD in the conventional sense, but i know that when i am having sex, there is something quafi-religious about it. i just don't think it is healthy wearing a condom, and you can put it on backwards

Why Fluid Bonding and Raw Sex?

Spiritual Lovers... Those who believe that during sex, something occurs that transcends the physical... Two (or more) oceans colliding and splashing their water into each other... Eagles surfing the air of love. I believe myself to be a lover, someone for whom the line between sex, romance, intimacy and real life blurs. Sometimes an act like picking up roses for my lady friends or just watching a casual movie with a beautiful woman I am dating can lead to strong feelings of arousal, and yes, potent lust. These simple everyday things can have me impassioned and sweating. At the end of a sensuous night of 'real life', I desire very much to take this passion into the bedroom (or maybe the back of the car if we simply can not control ourselves aha). 

BUT... A sword in a sheath has never been very effective at realizing its intention. If you need something blunt to bang away with, maybe, although I prefer to savour the subtleties of sexuality. The smells, the sounds, the sensations... I find that as I get older, the thought of putting on that unflattering rubber wrapper around my full blooming shaft sours my nostrils and softens my member. I much prefer to tease, to play and then finally enter... lovers sharing in true intimacy and closeness, not oppressed by the stifling, nauseating condom. 

Beyond the humiliation and the dampening of pleasure imposed by this inanimate and cruel 3rd party to sex, the transcendental nature of fluid bonding (I use this term because of the emotional, spiritual and physical bond that is established with the sharing of fluids, especially semen and crazy squirting) creates a metaphysical rope. This rope extends not only between the participants (hearts and genitals), but within the participants themselves, spreading out from the genitals to the heart, eyes, ears, brain and anus, anchoring all of them in love, fulfillment and connection. 

Raw Sex leads to a re-invigoration of the awakened soul. It has a direct correlation to longer life expectancy, i have discovered in my research, and there is some god element in there somewhere that i'm still exploring.

All the best,

Nicholas Bendzsa