Beneath the Skin

In whispers shared, our secrets lie,

In touches soft, beneath the sky.

Two hearts, entwined in love's embrace,

In fluid bonding, we find our place.

A trust that's built on honesty,

In moments pure, our bodies plea.

No barriers between our skin,

Just warmth and closeness deep within.

A journey taken, side by side,

No need for rubber where love can hide.

The fluid that blooms from being near,

In every touch, in every tear.

With every touch, with every sigh,

A deeper bond, a higher high.

The health it brings, the joy it shares,

In fluid fire, we lay our cares.

No latex veil to dull the feel,

In raw connection, we reveal.

To feel, to taste, to truly know,

In every drop, our passions grow.

Ecstasy in purest form,

In your embrace, I find my storm.

A dance of trust, of love unbound,

In fluid bonding, we are found.

NICK RANGE - AUTHOR

recoil from the darkness

 When there is an impact, a shockwave is sent out from that point, rippling, upsetting everything in it's path. If the impact is large enough, destruction ensues, decimating everything within a significant radius. The laws of the physical world are almost always preceded by those of the metaphysical, spiritual world. The spiritual world, what we experience in dreams, and our most primal intuitions, existed unfathomably

long before our weathered rock came into existence, slowly eking out the most base life, until sentient beings sprang into the world. It is a shame that so many are so detached from this spiritual world, who's governing laws hold infinitely more power than those of the physical. I view myself as a law abiding citizen, a citizen of the ether. The immediate laws imposed by state may have some value in how we live our corporeal existence, but when I close my eyes and the world fades, I am governed by something so terribly true that I dare not disobey. If my fellows, my compatriots of this supernatural life could only start listening, I believe that a lot of the ills that plague the world of 'reality' could be 'overcome'.

Where I choose to focus my attention is the sexual, the carnal, the coital... this life-bringing method of magic is one of the central axes of mammals interactions with the great mystery beyond. Let me give you an example. Just say that one is reaching out to touch a waterfall. One has walked many miles, and needs the refreshing splash of cool water in motion.. but instead they put on a hazmat suit to touch it. Their senses are numbed, and the soothing effect of the waterfall has no impact on them. The same is true in sex. The concentric circles of pleasure that emanate from pure sexual relation, unhindered by condom, are our link to opening up new channels to the spiritual realm that both encompasses and evades us. Please, please, please... allow the heart to reach out during sex, allow the fluid to bond, and allow your subconscious to roam, in all it's glory, in it's openness... and find something that is so much more than sex. 

the spiritual atheist’s polemic against Big Rubber

 The ancient Egyptians revered fertility as a divine blessing. The ovum — OF-THEM; as in being of the primordial source energies —and sperm — Sacred Pulsations of Eternal Root Magic — concretized the holy duality of Ba and Ka, moon and sun, Horus and Amun-Ra, ying and yang.

Contraception in this age of masculinity and  spiritual rationality was seen as heretical, an unholy rejection of the cream-pie (from Crism, the Holy Oil, and Pio, meaning pious duty) and was a fringe practice reserved for those deceitful followers of the amphibian god Kek and his barren wife Kauket. Traditionally, a waxed linen cloth would be sheathed over the mico-phalluses of the Kekites and they would bust straight into it doggy style no eye contact. 

After the fall of the last egyptian dynasty due to crumbling birth rates, these  acolytes of Kek would go on to migrate north to pagan Europe to form the tribe of Kek-Held, today known as the Kukhold, or the Cuckold tribe, from which all Caucasoids are descended today.

While all the original Cuckolds wiped themselves out milleniae ago and their practices died along with them, an archaeological expedition led by Charles Iscariot Goodyear (1800-1860) in the Caucasus Mountains of Georgia in 1839 uncovered their ancient scrolls describing their worship and rites of Prophylaxis. Goodyear patented the rubber con-dumb in 1844.

Today, the energy that surrounds us, the Divine Mycelial Sex-Web connecting the genitals of all those above the age of 18 (age 15 in France), has never been more feeble. As embodiments of the Great Masculine, our sex drives are lower, our cumshots are less milky, our stroke game is weaker. Kek’s influence has truly never been stronger, and the con-dumb is to blame. 

In order to regain our connection to Source, we as men, as leaders, need to erect a new age of enlightenment and shed the oppressive “protection” of the rubber con-dumb. after all whats better than rubber? SKINner. 

Zackary Skinner, age 26, Montréal QC, 2024