Daemonem Fornicationis

Daemonem Fornicationis is, for the time being, going to be indefinitely closed.

Frankly, I am not sure I can consider myself a Satanist anymore. I’m not sure it is an expression of my True Will (to borrow from Crowley) now that I have reached my older years. I will still always love and respect my Satanist friends and still consider Anton Szandor LaVey to be a great influence on my life. If Satanism continues to work for you, then Hail Satan. But it isn’t working for me anymore.

Maybe I’ll be back. I probably won’t. I will keep this blog intact for posterity (and because there’s some awesome art in it), but don’t expect it to be updated.

A longtime friend of mine who’s never been flirtatious with me in the 7 years I’ve known her has come out as a sub, proposed exchanging naughty photos with me (I’m not above solicited dick pics), has asked to suck my dick, and called me “Daddy” this morning.

Why does this happen to me with people who are “just friends” with me?

“12. Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!

13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.” -Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law (Liber AL)

There is absolutely quite nothing like celebrating Friday the 13th by smoking a joint of potent sativa at your altar and dedicating the jay to Satan, Set, and Lilith. I recommend some plum incense, as strange as it may sound it a certain element to the psychodrama of the meditation.