Employing Symbols to Better Approach the Source (For the first part of this article, click here.) Money is not wealth. Sex is not love. They are expressions of the Source and evidence it when set in motion with intention. So – He and I unashamedly maneuver muscle and shove meat to fill a love of read more..
Money is not wealth. Sex is not love. They are expressions of the Source and evidence it when set in motion with intention. So –
He and I unashamedly maneuver muscle and shove meat to fill a love of self to get to life as nakedly, newly lived. Hard cash and cock-handling meld into a streaming of postmodern mores into our queer male selves, apart from social impositions, a part of the sacred whole.
And, far from flat out getting paid so another can get laid, I act as one measure of a general testament to a technology-based action that enables people privileged to be within prosperous societies to encompass what they love, inhabiting a newfangled honesty that untangles old traditions that dictate what belongs where and who can do – and have – what.
Long perceived as an emasculated outcast on my knees, I recast myself within the continuing narrative of the world’s oldest profession, freely applying my ability to be fully present in pleasing and being pleased by my fellow man. I am not a golden boy to my clients, but rather a human being who mirrors a queer, masculine distinctiveness. And I’m not working for the money that allows me to do what I already am called to do (promoting whole-humanness in a society that objectifies and divides). Contrarily, the money merely creates the space I need to heed the call.
In our collapsing economy of specialization, what I do is more integrated than it outwardly appears. I am not a slave seeking to save, trading up a belabored today for some belated someday. I reject this inhumane severing of any reverence for whole-beingness!
Man after man encounters himself through me, and he gladly swipes plastic after I slide myself in, handing him over to ecstatic stupefaction. In such heated positioning, I serve to support mankind in this full-throated advocacy for the acquisition of prowess, be it bodily, budgetary, or for the betterment of some other sphere of a well-rounded life. Erotic empowerment proves to be one mighty ripple in the wellspring of well-being, and I sell personal wealth in the form of myself! Backing this new norm, I teach each man to buy more firmly into the belief that he is enough. Indeed, that we, as a queer collective, are enough.
As time passes, it becomes increasingly apparent to me that sex and status and stuff are being used less for the greater good and more as counterfeits of passion and power and prosperity themselves. We think, “If only I can have that, then I can do that, then I can be this!” when we already are the things we seek. There is no “do” or “have” about it. We’ve simply got to be it!
Perhaps in this commoditized age it’s time to wake up to the reality that time itself is our only true reserve, and that we are best off employing life as a space-provider, co-creating waves of wakefulness within it. Giving more than we receive only to accept ourselves in unforeseen ways. This flow is our moral obligation to ourselves.
When sex is seen through the lens of a puritanical striving for blamelessness, it is flaccid at best, and money as a mere byproduct of specialization falls short. We conflate them with what they represent, and in doing so decline to occupy a ready awareness of steady well-being.
And in an aberrant era that so fearfully designates what money can and cannot be used for, and how sex should and should not be come upon, we are attempting to dignify ourselves through outdated standards of what we cannot do and have as opposed to having faith in all that we are. What does this say about our understanding of ourselves as fundamentally wealthy, sexual beings, embracing what we can do and have as it makes sense to us as individuals and as a cooperative? When the body-feeler and spirit-healer are pushed on the periphery, we’re only pulling away from the Source.
I, for one, would be remiss not to admit feeling soulful with my holes full, treasured for the wholly immeasurable man I am with the men whose spaces I fill.
I am wealth itself, a living embodiment of love, emboldened to serve my community in service to myself. A sex symbol serving as a body-mind-soul figure who points men toward the potentiality of presence amidst a habit of grabbing and groping, selling out and buying in, as he and I…and he and I…hope to consume and produce consciousness – consciously.
In a culture where the business model is geared toward a quantity of profits over the quality of products and people consume what results to evade the messy magnificence of the process – the essence! – of living…
In a society where prestige too often trumps purpose, I consider myself the flushest man on earth as, with flushed flesh and heart enlarged, I steer queer men to their higher selves as opposed to lowering myself to meet them at some base, socially-imposed level. Giving these guys what they need in the guise of what it is they think they want. Teaching them what to desire, and how to be desirous and desirable as I make capital in the momentary, monetary “Capital of the World.”
I believe the work I do is monumental in that it navigates what has historically been on the fringe and impinges it upon an everyday, everyman’s knowledge of the Source. On the edge of the status quo, I work with excited parts to wondrously incite the whole as the journey goes inward.
I am what I do, and I do what I have. And it all comes back around. I am love abundantly expressed and experienced. I am enough. He is enough. We are enough! And there you are. And here I am.
Let’s employ life’s symbols to better approach the Source.
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