Hi, pornies. I hope you've been okay. A few days ago I discovered I had an Alder tree really close to me. A Black Alder, to be more specific. My little mind realized it was the chance I'd been waiting for since I started this journey with him, and it surprised me how close it was, so I took my chances to go pay the first visit.
If you're new to my Alder King posts, here are the previous entries I've written about him:
After reading Morgan Daimler's Fairy Queens, and because it's common knowledge to have a lot of respect towards the Fae, I kept some distance when I arrived. Of course, the tree was also close to a house and I didn't want to get in trouble or cause a scene (you never know, so better safe than sorry). I was just looking at it for a while until something strange happened.
All of a sudden, there was a silence that surprised me. I was in a park with some people, animals, the street, and all that disappeared for a while. There wasn't anyone close, I didn't hear anything, the animals were silent, and even the wind was quiet. It was at that moment that I thought Okay, let's do this. I went to the tree as silent as I could, and laid my back on in.
When I raised my eyes, I was surprised once again with quite a gorgeous sight. Decadent nature with a Gothic charm and an air of dark fantasy is how I can best describe it, and I'm sure you'll agree by looking at it. I felt at peace before, but those seconds there, admiring such a beauty, it was much more in every sense.
Taking something was very tempting, but before leaving, as I took a dry branch, I decided not to. I was just passing by and had nothing that could be meaningful or even safe for the environment, so I left it in the ground and went back home with that sense of peace.
Nature has always comforted me. Taking walks now and then helps me more than you can imagine. Not long ago I was in that park, asking for help in any form. Strength, hope, patience, anything that could help. Gods, spirits, my guides, angels, any being that was with me at that moment, I was open and told everyone who could hear that I was tired. I felt much better, optimistic, energetic, but after visiting that alder I felt at peace.
I'm not sure if I was expecting him to be violent, but that quietness surprised me a lot. A part of me was wondering what it would be like. It's like when you say "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't this". My creativity went back, I felt more like myself, and I'll be back soon enough. I'm wondering what these next visits will be like, but I'm already looking forward.
Good morning, pornies. How was that weekened? I've been doing some reading, both in fiction and non-fiction, and while it's true that I love it, it's even better when I find passages that make me think and rethink what I've always had thought about. This time, it was while reading Jeri Studebaker's Breaking the Mother Goose Code (which review you can expect, of course). The paragraph in question is at it follows:
The abduction of Psyche, Bouguereau (1895). Source.
The Pre-Olympian Aphrodite Urania was the primordial Creatress-Goddess. As the Great Goddess of the Mediterranean she reigned over land and sea… Transforming herself into a dove she soared above the chaos and laid the world egg, the full moon, from which all things sprang when it cracked open… This was the parthenogenetic act of creation and it explains why Aphrodite is attributed with virginity. Furthermore, after each erotic union, she immersed herself in water, thus restoring her virginity… Her child, Eros, androgynous and gold-winged, was the creative principle… who brought forth and supported the entire cosmos. Eros was not degenerated into a foolish, fickle cherub until patriarchal times. (Heide Gottner-Abendroth 1995: 21)
This made me remember the virginity problem I wrote about so long ago. Mostly, because it basically said that Aphrodite could be not dangerous, but also a creator, a primarial element of the world that. She would be the creator, and her son, Eros, woudl represent creativity. In short, creativity, ideas, art in general, the action of doing art, creating it, can be seen as a kind of orgasm.
This resonated a lot to me because that's how it feel to me when I work on a personal, thoughtful entry, or a poem, or a story, or when I draw. The process of creating something leaves me ecstatic, feeling I accomplished something. Could it be that Aphrodite with Eros would be the patron saints of artists? Perhaps. Science certainly thinks there's a relation.
The average number of sexual partners for professional artists and poets was between four and ten, compared with a mean of three for non-creative types. Statistics also showed the average number of sexual partners rose in line with an increase in the amount of creative activity a person took part in.
Beign more specific, there's an actual link between sex and creativity, and it is a hormone called dopamine. Clarke (2022) explains that it is related to both things:
The neurotransmitter dopamine is produced in response to sexual stimulation, and thanks to dopamine, we really do feel enjoyment. In addition, dopamine is not only connected with sex, but also with delicious food, learning something new, music, gambling, and taking drugs.
An expert in marketing (Underwood, 2014) also seems to have an opinion on the matter:
The right neurochemical cocktail for your best creative work, according to Shiv, is a high level of both serotonin and dopamine. "This will produce a condition in which you are calm but energized," he says. How do you achieve this blissfully creative state? For starters, you can reduce stress in the office. Spikes in stress hormones such as cortisol counteract the creativity-boosting effects of serotonin.
Means being a slut is not as bad as we were told it was! But on a more serious note, it validates the idea that art and sex are related. This is not the first time people have connected sex and creativity, though. Many more have done it before. It could also mean that Aphrodite is a creator and Eros an artists, sementing the idea they could be the artists' patrons. What all these people are confirming what we all knew before: sex is good to you, boosts your mood, but also helps you get more creative. Both things are actually part of a symbiotic relationship.
What do we do with all of this. If you're an artist of any kind, why, of course, start honoring both! According to the first quote, Aphrodite was the original creator, but Eros is the "creative principle" and is also the God of erotic love and pleasure, whereas Aphrodite is more about romantice love.
With this, we are left with what could be the Triangle of Creation, formed by romance, sex, and creativity. If two of them are in balance, these will balance the third element by default, something I'm sure all of us have experienced to some degree.
Am I going to try this when using my bisexual fire the next time? Hell yeah. For all I know, it could work as a booster for any kind of sexual or creativity work, maybe even for the four powers of bisexual witches. I'll give all this a try and will let you know later
Good morning, pornies. I just wrote something... Different. Way too different. I have to admit I'm a little nervous right now, so the incognito persona is helping more than never before! I'm always telling you I want to write more often, that I want to start with stories, and so on. However, I rarely do it because I'm not that confident enough, not as Kyler, and certainly not in English, and even more when it's erotica. At midnight, however, I decided to take my chances.
I enjoyed the previous letter quite a bit, and this time I wanted to try something different, to get out of my comfort zone, and explore that side I almost never let anyone know about. Everyone around me knows I make that kind of jokes, that I'm always ready when the chance comes, but when I don't discuss these things if not with a good, close friend.
This may not be my best letter, it wasn't easy, either, but I can promise I did my best. I'm confident about my fantasy, my paranormal, my romance, sometimes even my humor, but erotica? That's foreign territory to me. So, as always, any kind of feedback will be welcomed and appreciated.
PS: This is the other person I talked about in the first letter. Let me know if you'd like me to publish more of these, because I may start writing them for different lovers.
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I've been postponing this for so long because I know you may get the chance to read this. Who am I fooling? I know you will, and I wonder what will you think after doing it. Maybe I'm feeling bold, maybe I'm a fool, a mix of both, but I decided to give it a try, see what comes out, and what happens afterward.
Sometimes I like to think there could be something, other times I'm just a mess, feeling like an intruder, a masochist for allowing myself to dream with someone who's already taken. You can't blame me, though. You haven't helped me, quite frankly. You don't make it easy either. And I'm still there, waiting for a moment to say something, giving you just another hint, just another one, before turning into a coward once again. You see? You just did it again. I'm saying too much and not enough at the same time.
I think I like this pain, this confusion, this wondering about what could be, creating scenarios in my head, daydreaming while I'm in public. The things I've imagined, if only you knew. Sometimes I get bold enough and allow myself to go behind the mere visuals to explore feelings, flavors, aromas... I was already an expert at creating movies in my head at the smallest trigger. You just happen to pull many of them with ease, and I wonder if you even notice.
It's always easy. I just need a picture, a message, even the slightest form of attention, and I can picture us doing the unthinkable, switching roles over and over again, catching our breaths as the night goes on. I know it may sound ridiculous, but you can't blame a boy for dreaming, right? As I said, you haven't helped that much, and don't even get me started with those pictures. Pasty thighs? Sir, I may be developing a new fetish because of you!
As much as I try to keep some distance, stay respectful, be considerate, polite, and play it cool, with little result, I must admit, I still get lost in my dreams. We have so much fun in them, I have to say, and I love being the victim, letting you do whatever you want.
I always imagine myself in control with others, but with you, sir, I would like to make an exception. I would like to be just a toy for you to play with as you please. A piece of furniture you can use when you're in the mood. A servant, obeying your every command, saying yes to everything you want. An omega for you to use and abuse. I wouldn't mind, I wouldn't care, and I may regret it in the morning when this sees the light of day, but that's part of the fun.
At night, when I'm alone, when my worlds come alive, it gets all much easier. I can see my body exhausted, my mouth gasping for air, all my muscles sore. I like that I look so innocent, so pure, and I am, in a way. However, I like to think the contrast will have some effect on you, that it will make you want to, as the song says, "hold my arms above my head and push my face into the bed, 'Cause I'm a screamer, baby, make me a mute."
It's not only all so physical, mind you. I like that I can talk to you, and I'd love to do it more often, to be braver, to go a little further, let the friendship go somewhere, but I guess I'm always scared, always insecure. I can imagine all I want, but real life is something else. It's different. That's why I protect my dreams, my scenarios. I know exactly what will happen, when, how, and, most importantly, with whom. I've collected so many pictures and videos with these years, and I may be thinking about putting your face in some of them. Maybe. And then I remember you're taken, your side is already taken. I respect that more than anything, which is why I always keep some distance.
I'll leave this here. I need to go back to my dreams, and hopefully, you'll be there one day. Yes, I must confess: I haven't dreamed of you, not when I'm sleeping, not yet. When the sun rises, I'll go back to be the same insecure, shy guy you know, but at least you'll know a little more. Maybe more than you expected, but more nonetheless.
