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Starfire,
Bright and consuming,
Claims my veins,
As you claim my mouth
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everyone has a myriad of wounds inside them, and what is important is that you have something else inside you besides those wounds. Little islands where you can find peace and rest and that you can stand on as you jump across the endless quagmire of disappointments life has to offer.
- Carnality, Lina Wolff
'Big' Bob Tralins - Goddess Of Raw Passions - Novel - 1963
Bodies, flowers, the sun, the moon, smoke, volcanoes, bruises, wounds, transfemininity, joy, etc. I have not titled it but the file name it has on my computer is "helios".
scary nun book covers
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Crowley and Carnality
This may be just me screaming into the void but it's def been front of mind lately.
Our demon has been on earth for a very long time. We know how much he enjoys alcohol, sunglasses, fancy watches, cool clothing, his flat and his Bentley, right?
In the book Aziraphale is described as being gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Whilst Aziraphale presents with a staid Victorian primness that hasn't changed much in centuries, we have seen Crowley change over and over. Crowley is described in the book as tall, thin, stylish, with "good cheekbones" and by Hastur as a "flash bastard". Someone who looks good and knows it, basically. Someone who cares about how he presents to the world, all the emphasis on *how*.
All this is in some sense a euphemism for "sexy". Crowley as portrayed-intentionally- and deliberately-by David often projects tremendous sexual energy. That walk, the swagger, the clothing, the flashes of humor. Recall when he is escorting Mrs Sandwich out of the bookshop and he asks her "Do you have your hatpin?" She replies "I've got more than that, love" and he immediately -leering back, even behind the shades-"I'll bet you do!" He's no stranger to innuendo.
I can't possibly imagine that Crowley has lived through all this time without taking the opportunity to taste of the pleasures of the flesh. He's a *demon* after all. Sex is not a sin in Hell. NG has said that supernatural beings are asexual/ungendered "unless they really try not to be", and Crowley, in his many appearance changes over the course of history, has likely pushed *that* envelope quite a lot. It makes me think that he has probably spent time in a seraglio, or a brothel, or perhaps a gay bathhouse. It wouldn't even occur to me that he hadn't.
Even if I see his relationship with Aziraphale as the first time he has experienced actual love.
Thoughts?
“And your perfect world?” “Mmm,” Helen smiled. “Perfect is complicated. Hard to explain.” “Give it a shot,” I prodded her. “It’s… beautiful is the best word to describe it,” she said. Jamie and I nodded. “Everything that isn’t necessary to getting what we want is gone,” she said, eyes closing, as if she was vividly imagining. “There’s an abundance of it all, thanks to science. Food is everywhere and it overflows and there’s nothing to worry about because we have and we want and we take. We’re, and by we I mean people, we’re everywhere and we spill over into one another and we’re all knit together, physically and mentally. It’s an exquisite landscape of things that don’t ever run out to see and touches and tastes and smells and mating and eating and mindless fighting and eating-mating and fighting-eating and fighting-” “Okay,” I said, interrupting. I paused, then when I couldn’t think of what to say. “Okay.” Helen reached down to her plate, used a fingertip to wipe up a bit of frosting, and popped it into her mouth, sucking it off. “Okay,” I said, still at a bit of a loss for words. “That’s a mental image that’s going to be with me forever,” Jamie said, dropping his head down until his face was in his hands.
from Twig by Wildbow
It is a most lamentable thing to see how most people spend their time and their energy for trifles, while God is cast aside. He who is all seems to them as nothing, and that which is nothing seems to them as good as all. It is lamentable indeed, knowing that God has set mankind in such a race where heaven or hell is their certain end, that they should sit down and loiter, or run after the childish toys of the world, forgetting the prize they should run for. Were it but possible for one of us to see this business as the all-seeing God does, and see what most men and women in the world are interested in and what they are doing every day, it would be the saddest sight imaginable. Oh, how we should marvel at their madness and lament their self-delusion! If God had never told them what they were sent into the world to do, or what was before them in another world, then there would have been some excuse. But it is His sealed word, and they profess to believe it.
Richard Baxter
