April 2012
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There are two lovers in my life, and neither of...
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The Invisible Lover
The other, The Invisible Lover, does not exist in the physical realm. He is formless, and therefore bodiless. With no definite shape, he can only be imagined as an overpowering darkness or scent, or as liquid, gas, smoke, clouds, and draped fabric. A powerful virility comparable to that of a god, or demi-god.
He becomes lost in me. I become lost in him. My senses become obscured and I must give...
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The Beast
The first, The Beast, was once a man, but has been cursed to his beastly form. He is horrible and hideous, vicious and virile. He is a hunter. A killer. And although he snaps and snarls at me, I am drawn to his brooding and beastly ways.
It’s just that there are moments when instead of baring his teeth, he’ll bare his underbelly. He’ll bare his heart, and his soul to me. Underneath it all, he is a...
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‘[dark space] does not spread out before me but touches me directly, envelopes me, embraces me, even penetrates me completely, passes through me, so that one could almost say that while the ego is permeable by darkness it is not permeable by light. The ego does not affirm itself in relation to darkness but becomes confused with it, becomes one with it.’
-Eugene Minkowski
