Post #2832588

Cooking up a shape shifting classic (non toony) Baphomet. Pangender angel/demon/demiurge that can do ovo, the eggs it lays within the recipient hatch into new kinks in the host. Because so much of queer sexual expression is thought of as corrupt, you can take this as a degredation or a blessing. I give you permission to like what you like. The pronoun is Ain (as in Ain, Ain Soph, Ain Soph Aur). No thing, without form, limitless light. That Which Is, I Am That Am. Blasphemy, delicious hierophilia, but also, that which is would encompass my little act of pettiness. I ascribe thingness to the formless, the ultimate act of idolatry, but the plaster to cast this ephigy comes from the same Source as all. Up my own ass huffing mysticism for my own self indulgence, sacred sin, profane holiness. My biggest kink is intellectual.