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The Illusion of Having a Sexuality — When Desire Unmakes the Self
Read more: The Illusion of Having a Sexuality — When Desire Unmakes the SelfThere Was a Time I Thought I Had One I used to think I had a sexuality. Like a wallet. Like a passport. Like something, I could carry around, present on demand to prove I belonged somewhere. Straight. Married. Monogamous. Male. I carried those labels like holy credentials, like keys to the kingdom. But they…
The Call That Won’t Let Go — When Sexuality Becomes a Voice, Not a Thing
Read more: The Call That Won’t Let Go — When Sexuality Becomes a Voice, Not a ThingSomething Beckons, and I Cannot Ignore It I didn’t choose this sacred path. I didn’t invent the desire. I didn’t plan the ache. I was called. There’s a whisper that stirs in my bones, a summons deeper than biology or identity. It comes like poetry at midnight. Like arousal during liturgy. Like longing that doesn’t…
Theological reflection, Sex, LGBTQ, Blogging, Life is my religion, Sacred Sexuality, Pirate Theology, FeaturedTheoerotics!?
Read more: Theoerotics!?Theoerotics … those that know (me) assume they know the answer, those that don’t, aquaintences sometimes ask, or smirk dismissively. Walking away making assumptions of the what, the how and the why. This blog has in the past adressed this topic and failed to uncover it’s dirty secrets. As this text will fail to uncover…
