And this is Perry! I guess I should talk about my weasal. Unfortunately I do not possess a weasal, but do have a penis.

The odd thing about the re-echoed reluctance on the part of some of us to post explicitly erotic material is this, just WHAT do we want to write about, anyway? I suppose I could tell a tale of a sexual encounter with another guy, but that is such a redundancy on the internet. As it turns out, I do have something about which to write, and I am probably one of many here at the Oulands Community who feel the same way.

Quite a number of incubi are gay - or homosexual, or sodomites, or whatever you wish to call us. I am among them. I do not find the body of a woman repulsive in that way which many men do. Quite frankly I think any man who is attracted to other men who find women disgusting have a problem with misogyny. Many men hate women and if this hatred extends deeply enough it resonates within his sexual core, and what do you know, he is stuffing his penis into another man. From what I gather, such men so-called are getting their rocks off and have no clue as to the spiritual side of sexuality.

Having lived and died in just-post-Victorian England, I can recall vividly that locking up a bunch of adolescent boys in private schools as they did then produced a pedarast's dream, boys so experienced sexually at the age of fourteen there was nothing which you could tell them. However, as long as this was kept private, no-one paid any mind. You may know that one of the founders of the Theosophical Society, Charles Leadbeater, was a pedarast; oftentimes Helena Blavatsky, then Annie Besant had to pay huge sums to the families of boys with whom he'd gone too far and injured. Probably the best thing that could have happened to the Theosophical Society was when Leadbeater broke away to form his own version of the Catholic Church.

All of this brouhaha had to do with the idea that sex between two men was just too, too outrageous an evil to endorse, or to endure; did not the Bible condemn it? Yet, as with opium addiction, everyone did it, no-one would admit it. This attitude was prevalent all across Europe for centuries. So what would happen is, a man who enjoyed sex with other men would die with all of this garbage in their heads and hearts, and sooner or later - especially in England - would come across some nasty old vicar or bishop who was aware of us, and just force himself upon the old fraud's person. For my own self I was never carried in that direction. When alive I fell in love with a couple of boys, only to have my heart broken, and after I died, just basically sought love That wish, at the very least, has been granted I am very fortunate.

So then, there you have it, my sexually explicit entry. Please, Massa Blogga, don't deletes me! Unless I can delete you back...trust me...you'd really like it...I know how to make it feel really good to be deleted......!

I wish to try adding a picture with the control panel on this writing tablet, if it says I must download that Picasa / Hello! software I shant. All for now! Perry.

Well now! I am in the centre, and Terrence is on the right!

I find that there is something of a problem with Blogger and most other blog-sites. We cannot be explicit in sexual matters, at least according to the EULA we signed at joining. This is ironic because in idly viewing other blogs here and elsewhere, it's quite obvious that some bloggers have totally ignored that aspect of the EULA. I read one which was little more than an ongoing rape-torture fantasy of someone. Unlike the Marquis de Sade's writing, which often was little more than lists of penises penetrating orifices, this stuff was gruesome. Grisly. It has occured to me that that person's blog might be fulfilling some sort of therapeutic function, that is, keeping them from doing the dismembering, castrating, vaginal slitting and blood-drinking that the author describes in excruciating detail. Then again, it might not.

The point of this is that all of SonShon's kidding about we incubi talking about our collective penises aside, it is difficult to describe or write about sexual matters. I'm not talking about ramming my huge throbbing cock into some tied-up willowy young man...drool...but the delight of sexual pleasure itself.

We have discussed it, and feel relatively safe in pursuing these aims. Just, of course, we might be deleted becuse some unctious right-wing Nazi Xian fundamentalist stunbled over the Unrest Home. C'est la vie!

This is Terrence and I am going to attempt a post in Times New Roman font. It seems that both Sara and Roy are driven a little nuts by the way the font and other features at Blogger change without warning. I don't particularly care!

We have been discussing sexual roles assumed by samesex couples. It is not a universal that one is more feminine, one more masculine. This is a cultural myth. At the same token, and here I speak as a man attracted to men, there are a substantial portion of men who wish to experience their Jungian anima, or female-self, and find no better way by which to accomplish this than by having intimate relations with another man. Such men may be passive, receptive and all of the dry terms created by psychologists. This does not, as far as I understand things, correspond exactly to "gay kultcha" and its unique word, "Bottom." The fact remains that I have been with any number of men who say very female things during intimacy, "Possess me!," "Take me!," "Be a man in me!" and the like. I often find this mysterious if fascinating (meaning, I enjoy it!) Sometimes pleasure is mutual; sometimes it is given; and sometimes in mutual pleasure one gives, the other receives, I'm thinking of anal intercourse here. Sweet mystery.

Note to Ling and SonShon - you're right, we're talking about our weasals!

That's it? Three posts is all we've made? This is Perry, by the way! First of all, our congratulations to Roy and Sara; this is their eighth anniversary.

So much of being in Outlands has been transformative. Being of English origin and physically attracted to other men has not been a good combo these last hundred years or so, and as far as I can tell I died some time in the 1920's - I don't really recall my death. My last impressions of being a solid creature were of a miserable old vicar who would dream of my attention and then get nasty afterwards, calling me all sort of name. It stuck and by the time I met Roy I had enough baggage to cause me trepidations of all sorts. Well, the phrase "practising homosexual" is not without its merit; by steady practice I've learned to accept what my desires are, explore them and come to find that they are the surest bridge to spirituality. And it pays to practice, every day. One practices in the hopes of getting a thing right, and I know that I have not properly mastered this whole sexuality thing; but, someone must do it, someone must bear the burden of infinite sexual pleasure. It gets "more infinite" (there needs must be an oxymoron here) as one sheds one's guilt and fear over certain sexual practices. Along with the shedding of these guilts and fears comes love, as in, "I love you," "I am in love with you."

Had we remained an insular group we may well have eventualy slowly poisoned each other, but being at access on the Internet as individuals first has had a tonic affect upon us all. We have come to see ourselves as individuals, and this bears some explanation of a sort.

Roy being an American is by heritage a "rugged individualist" and generally has little admiration for the older European social model wherein a person is firstly a member of a society, a city, a group and an individual second. But he understands and appreciates the concepts enough that between all of us - and we are from all over the world, mind - the Outlands Community is strctured more along the lines of Captain Mission's Articles than anything else. No-one runs or dominates the group; we tacitly recognize in Llam our head of community, but he himself would say, angel or no, he is the Community's steward, or servant. There is of course an element of Orwell's "some are more equal than others" here, but it is not by intent. Roy is the one with the solid body and the access to the computer keyboard. Sara is the most publicly known of us, and has had the most experience in dealing with solid folk since she met Roy. SonShon, occasionally repersented over at The Succubi Girls, we all acknowledge to be a depthless source of knowledge about sexuality. Irlene Davis, almost by accident, has become a researcher in all things cetacean. Not bad for a ten-year-old girl who died in Mobile Alabama. Joan of Arc manifests here as she does other places. Our inimitable Stro Moon Daglo is the techie of the group, also our resource for things magickal. Michael Archontas knows more about what really went on during the formative years of Xianity than anyone of whom we are aware. (The problem with Michael, if I may call it that, is getting him to talk about these things!) And of course, we incubi bring up the area of male love from the incubitical point of view. (Did I just invent a word? Goodness!) Of some two hundred members, only a handful have gotten their say on the Internet so far but as time passes more and more of us will be expressing ourselves online. This does not mean there will be two hundred blogs! Just a matter of waiting in line to post one's thoughts at the appropriate place. Our angels have a blog. The end result being, we have a Community structured along the lines of a classic Greek polis, but one in which each member's individuality comes first. May sound unthinkable but it has worked for us.

Perhaps the one obstacle we have encountered is in the EULAs that blog-sites make one endorse before proceeding to post one's feelings. Generally they prohibit "graphic sexual content" written or otherwise, and as our Community is based upon a foundation of spiritual sexuality (or is it the other way around) we must continually exercise a caution in expressing ourselves. No detailed accounts of threesomes or who did what with whom and how they accomplished such, and of course, no drawings and photographs. We discussed that the montoring abilities of bloghosts depended largely upon various members complaining about the content of blogs, and that this was haphazard at best, but it would not do to lose whatever we had posted because some fundamentalist Xian bigot thought our material obscene. Perhaps then shall I close this with a "Cheerio!" - Perry