Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Need Rain?
Contains sexual content.
At the big Beltane that year, we held three simultaneous Great Rites: female-female, female-male, and male-male. These being Great Rites of the symbolic kind, we made use, respectively, of two chalices, chalice and blade, and blade and horn.
(Interestingly, most folks went around and drank from all three. Good old Paganistan.)
Now, it so happened that the particular drinking horn that we used in the ritual had a tendency to splash those uninitiated into the mysteries of drinking from a horn. (Hint: drink with the point down.) This caused no little laughter and comment through the course of the ritual, and my partner-in-rite who was manning the horn explained: with gay sex, there are always more likely to be liquids splashing around.
Think of it as sympathetic magic.
In fact, among gay men there's a long, almost folkloric, association between sex and thunderstorms. My own personal experience bears this out. Ask any gay guy that you know.
Of course, you don't have to be gay for there to be liquids splashing around during sex. Any guy can do it.
Here's the deal: Thunder, being Himself a guy's guy, likes men. (More men are struck by lightning than women: did you know that?) The myths attest to his liking for handsome young men. As one would expect—being Himself the Great Ejaculator—he's known to favor the male libation.
So: do you, in this Summer of Drought, find yourself in need of rain? Gentlemen, the way forward is clear.
Think of it as sympathetic magic.
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