For today’s Wanton Wednesday post, I am naked in the cold. In the COLD, I tell you! Please don’t let me sacrifice in vain!
Gabe and I recently stole around a nearby college campus and took some pictures I really love. This is a subset from the top of an outside staircase. We were a bit bolder up above the heads of passersby!
Over on FetLife I declared this to be cock shot week. Elizabeth found this delightful and suggested that I post over here as well. I’m taking it one step further, and inviting anyone with a cock to join me. If you’d like some of your own cock shots posted, email them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org along with how you’d like them attributed and I’ll post them here.
For now, I’m heading balls-first into cock shot week with this picture taken by TheShorty just before she pounced on me.
Someone recently started a thread on FetLife title “reconciling faith and kink.” I thought my response was telling enough about what it is we do that it merited sharing here.
I can’t tell you how to find the wholeness you seek, but I can share parts of my own story.
I am a Christian, as are both of my girls. I don’t know how traditional most would consider us (Christianity is 2000 years old and contains within it a lot of traditions, yet most often when I see “traditional” used in the context of Christianity it’s in reference to modern Evangelical Christianity, which is just not all that old), but what we do works for us.
I believe that God was so in love with his creation that he became a part of it, that his Logos was one with a 1st century Palestinian Jewish man. In him is the most complete revelation of God. The Word is Jesus himself, and everything must be seen in his light. This includes the scriptures. As much as they tell us about Christ, Christ must tell us about them as well. This hinges, of course, on believing that God is still moving and communicating in the world today, that Christ is active and alive and a part of the world around us.
I don’t believe that Jesus gave us a sexual ethic to which we should adhere. He gave us an ethic of love and that ethic can be applied to our sexual lives. God has, time and again, shown us his value of these bodies. He created us not as souls inhabiting a shell, but as bodies filled with his own breath. Flesh was so beloved by the creator that he became flesh. Our bodies are beautiful, holy things. Our loves, our passions and our desires are gifts from the creator that blessed flesh in its creation. So then our bodies are not to be overcome, our desires not to be held as corrupt. Instead we look at how we can best listen to those desires and treat those bodies within the ethic of love given to us by God incarnate.
For me that starts with recognizing each person as a loved child and creation of God, as well as a reflection of God himself, and an equal to an inextricably linked to me. (“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.” and “We, who are many, are one body in Christ, and individually we are members one of another.”) From that, I honor the person as a unique creation and reflection of the Lord. As the voice said in Peter’s vision, “What God has made clean, you must not call profane.”
So in any interaction I do not ask myself “Am I holding to the proper list of do’s and don’ts?” I ask, “Am I treating this body as sacred, blessed by the creator and of worth equal to or surpassing my own?” If I can answer that with an unqualified “Yes” then I am acting in the ethic given me by Christ.
Okay, I PROMISE we will continue with our 30 Days of Kink! In fact, we have over half of them written already!
Here’s the sticking point for us: Day 11 asks us to articulate our ethics of kink. *blink blink* How much time have you got? And have you seen how much we love pontificating about ethics, sexuality, values, theology, spirituality, relationality and personal decision-making? Essentially, I’m very busy over here trying not to write you a complete dissertation for the next Day of Kink. And it’s hard! Sooo hard!!! [Note from Gabe: That's what she said!]
So, I’m here to tell you that patience will be rewarded. We’ll have our next answers here soon. I’m also here to tell you that we’ll be offline for the weekend, as Sunday is Gabe’s birthday. That’s right! Zillions of people will celebrate his birthday by dressing up in great costumes and pursuing debauchery of the candy, booze and sexins variety. Join in! Take pictures! Share them with us!
Have a great Halloween on Gabe’s behalf, and know that a lot of work is going into the upcoming posts you’ll find here soon.
The questions for “30 Days of Kink” can be found here. Play along at home! We’d love to see your answers here or on your own blog.
Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.
Gabe: There were a few early on that consisted of me really wanting to try something and my then partner doing it, but making it clear she didn’t enjoy it. The first full, reciprocated experience was with Elizabeth, the weekend I asked her to be my girlfriend. I punished her for wearing clothes, knowing she was too beautiful to be hiding herself from people like that. I bound her, beat her, made her cry and made her mine. I sent her out into the hallway of the hotel naked and cowering. I loved her. She loved me. It was the first time I’d been so deeply loved as a full person, sadistic fuck side and all. She had me then. And I had her.
Elizabeth: My first experiences were with a fuck buddy in my late 20’s. He tied me up, tickled and fucked me. It was a quite enjoyable set of sensations, and whetted my appetite for more. My first weekend with Gabe, though, took things to a whole other level. The range that we can engage each other on, from emotional to spiritual to physical, overwhelms me.
For our first official Wanton Wednesday, we have the second half of our outdoor adventure… where I became more and more naked and finally, completely gave in to the overwhelming eroticism of leaves, pebbles, sand, water, blues, browns, greens and earthscent all around me.
Anybody that knows what the title means gets extra points! And be sure and catch the surprise treat at the end of the pictures!
Above us were deep sky blues and canopies of green. We found below our feet green grass, and soft sand, and marbled clay. The air held bright yellow warmth that made us wet all over, and cool breezes inviting our skin to be bare. It was a glorious place to pursue a long-time fantasy of mine: making images of me outside, naked, taking in the sights and smells and feel of the earth through every pore.
This post holds a video introduction to our adventure (above) and part one of the pictures (below), when the trees watched as my pink dress first made its way off of me. More to come later this week!
Last night we got together with friends to watch Breasts: A Documentary and Private Dicks: Men Exposed, talk about, and generally enjoy bodies. It was a fantastic time. While sitting around after the movies, my girlfriend Kristi was just staring at my balls, watching them move around on their own, the tiny muscles moving my scrotum around. I have to admit, it’s pretty entrancing. Elizabeth has sat and watched it for a while as well. When Kristi said she’s never seen any that move as much as mine do, I got the brilliant idea of making a movie of my shifting scrotum.
So what do I do today? I make that movie!
Twenty minutes of laying as still as I could comfortably manage with the camera trained on my crotch. Now, I know no one but the three of us wants to stare at my crotch for that long, so by speeding up the video I’m not only saving you time, but also showing the movements in a much more dramatic way.
I want to thank Aquaboogie and Kahvi Collective for releasing the wonderful “Intensive Care” under Creative Commons, allowing me to use it as the score for this film. I thought they went wonderfully together.
With all that said, I finally present to you Even At Rest for download.
Even At Rest by Gabe is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Tonight we went to a crossdressing themed party. Now, I’m not sure what crossdressing is for a genderfucker like myself, but it was a fun opportunity to dress up in clothes marketed to women. With a mix of my and Elizabeth’s wardrobe I was pretty nicely decked out. When we got home I stripped down to just my pink fishnet thigh highs. I have to say, I feel pretty damned sexy sitting around the house like this. And the view from here ain’t too bad either.
Take two hippies, who happen to be exhibitionists, and make their date consist of buying a new camera and some body paints, and this is what happens!
Speaking of being hippies, Eliz and I are headed off to Bonnaroo this week! If you see us, say hi! We love making new friends.