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In Buddhist and Tantric Mandala art, the center image is often a depiction passionate union of male and female . This is not to depict sex per se as the center of enlightened existence. Rather, the joining of female and male energy is the final barrier to a complete spirit.
So, what about gay sex. I don't doubt for a milli-second that the same meaning applies. In fact, straight men can learn about themselves from gay sex. By admitting their inherent feminine side, they can be more complete and well-adjusted MEN!
Does this mean straight men should have gay sex with anal intercourse. HELL YEAH! Not only would they have blast, but their wives would be a lot happier to know they're cheating with another man rather than a woman. And they'd be more relaxed and happy in general. Sex is great self-exploration and great exercise.
The important thing is: a man's anus is a hidden switch to understanding what women are about, and holds the secret to their own complete masculinity. It's not the same as being a woman. That's an insulting misconception of gay men and all women. But the sensitivity and pleasure of the anus compares sensually to a woman's vagina. Most men haven't a clue, however.
Men who refuse (or fear) being anally penetrated, can learn from those men who CAN and want to! Feeling a man under him, a straight man might appreciate the beauty and power of the female in himself.
The ability to receive the power of a man is a powerful gift. Most straight men don't get this.
For a man to be able to know himself deeply, he must be able to receive the gift of the woman as he gives himself to her. Read it again. Yes, the man must give himself to the power of the woman to receive him. One more time! A man cannot be whole without the feminine power to complete him.
Gay men can experience both sides. A man who receives the power of a man, whether gay or straight, knows the feminine in himself. Yet he also understands the sexual point of view of the man as the giver. This unique point of view goes unappreciated in most cultures.
In American Indian Berdash culture, the gay man was considered a Shaman, with great powers to heal other men. Straight men worshipped him. They knew he held the spiritual, sexual secret of both men and women. Joining in sexual union with the berdash was a healing event for them, because they were able to embrace and join with their female energy, which made them all the stronger.
There's a release in the male body which unlocks a deep, spiritual energy for both parties involved. It can be reached from many places, from the insides of joints, nipples, under arms, behind knees, bottoms of feet, the neck or an ear lobe. But it leads down the back to the base of the spine.
Rather than give itself up through the male sexual organ, it realigns in certain men to center in the most sensitive orifice in the body, the anus. There it gathers the power of the guts into a formidable force...which is both male and female, giving and taking. It is the creative spiritual sexuality of the female combined with the durable, raw energy of the male.
Long live G'anus and his Formidable Force!
G'anus here. For the past few months, I've suffered neglect by my busy and distracted owner. Poor me. Little does he know how he'll pay for this if it goes on too long. Have you heard of hemroids, Mr. Dave?? You'll certainly pay attention to me when I'm itching and burning!
Fortunately, he is trying to keep up with his regular fiber supplements. But even the fiber supplements are "irregular". (pun intended) And good eating habits are not always enough to keep me happy. He's found that roughage is hard to get consistently from the food he eats. A lot of food just doesn't cut it.
Think about it. It's so easy to miss proper fiber with many meals. To me, lacking fiber in just one meal a day is like not washing your hands for a day. YUCK!
In Dave's case, he's also trying to gain weight, so he eats a fair amount of fatty, high protein food. No fiber in that stuff. Icky. Does he have ANY idea how annoying that is to me! I could just slap him if I had a hand.
Ooo, speaking of hands....I wish he'd meed a nice one and introduce us!
Anyhoo, I languish down here in the dark, sat on, poopy, while he has fun enjoying other ganuses, giving them pleasure while I twitch and clench to keep him "firm" up front, if you know what I mean.
But don't worry, I'll be back.
I prefer to call it Anal Re-Tension! It's a common disfunction among humans. According to the Wikipedia, the Freudian definition describes anal-retentive people as those who failed to become comfortable with the power involved in holding or letting go of their poop.
The adult result is that they become obsessed with order, cleanliness and the retention of assets. Hmm, sounds like lots of people I know. And I like the appropriately punny use of the word assets.
The common meaning used these days is directed at people who are fastidious and uptight or unable to let go of mistakes. That's not far from the original meaning in my opinion.
So what's the solution? Well, what's the name of this blog?
Hello, my name is Dr. Farteloomintous Buttmusspoop. I am your instructor for this lesson in Yoganus, a very obscure sect of Yoga which is normally practiced only by homosexual yogis, but which is very useful to all uptight ass holes.
First, let us all begin by doing what we do best: clenching our anuses as hard as possible. Harder. Suck it into your body like you will never let go. Suck it into your head. Let your anus clench tightly onto your higher self and strangle it with tension. Hold for 48 hours.
... much later. Now let your gut go soft. And let your Holey hole relax more with each breath. Do you think it's relaxed?? HA! Get in the shower and wash your holey hole. Rub the soap around that rosey mass of tingly nerves. Yes. Breathe deeply. Relax. Now stick your finger in your hole. Don't want to? Tough shit! Do it. Be careful though, you might squeeze your finger off!
Ok, now gently move your finger in the shape of the letter "O". Relax. Breathe. In. Breathe. Out. Breathe. Let go. Let go of fear. Let go of your schedule. Let go of your strengths...and your weaknesses. Let go.
Your biggest fear will be of poop coming out. So what if you fuck up. So what if you make mistakes. What the fuck does it matter? You know you always want to do well. But let go of the fear of pooping now. If you poop, big deal. It's only part of you. Now there's food for thought! Oh, get over it!!
OOOkaaay, Mr. Buttmuspoop! Thank you for your valuable advice, but that's all the time we have today. Tomorrow, we'll explore more exciting advantages of letting go of poopy things.
What holding you back?
I LOVE heated seats. My Volvo has them. I love my Volvo, especially in winter.
Last night I drove to pick up a friend before going out dancing. I was freezing when I got in the car, teeth chattering. I'm thin, so there ain't no padding to insulate G'anus from the cold. Anyway, there I am all stiff with cold, shivering, bobbing up and down in the seat to keep warm.
As the car warmed up, the seat warmed under me. And warmed. And warmed. I settled down into it. Ahhh. G'anus smiled. He started tingling and twitching. While the rest of me froze, he just went wild with pleasure. He made me grind my butt into the seat. I swear, he made me do it! I had no say in the matter. Believe me, when he decides he wants attention, you don't argue.
I bounced up and down and wiggled all around, no longer from the cold, but from excited pleasure. Can you picture it? I'm driving down a small, quiet street in a respectable middle class neighborhood. I'm going about 20 miles per hour, grinding away in the seat, moaning with pleasure, eyes rolled back into my head, mouth agape, lost in the ecstatic yoganus meditation in a car with the windows all steamed up. OOOOOMMMM, omomomom, ommmmmmygod. yummmmmy. I wonder if upstanding citizen saw me from their respectable middle class livingroom?
I bet it's fun watching people drive in Sweden.
G'anus went wild one day over Christmas break. I woke up with him twitching and bugging me to get some physical attention. I wasn't allowed to placate him myself. Nope. He wanted another body, anybody, any part of anybody. So I made some calls and, amazingly, connected with three men. G'anus was sending out a hypnotic ray to stun men and make them do his bidding.
So he had three finger parties with three different sets of fingers in one afternoon and evening. Whew. None of them was named dick, but it was a blast. He's a whore, if you ask me. I was exhausted! I hope he sleeps in late for awhile.
Have you checked out "Butts for Breakfast"? If not, you should.
And not just for breakfast. I think Redboy has a full service restaurant there, 24/7 of meaty fast food.
I was salivating just looking at the first few photos of beef chops, lamb chops, and ham loafs. And every portion comes with a double helping. Two loaves of meat for every meal.
Some of 'um even come with bratwurst and eggs! Now there's a breakfast of champions!
Unfortunately there's nothing vegetarian.
