The Happy Incubus Club

2009-10-18T15:34:00.000-07:00

One of the things which I have noticed about today's world is that the idea of men "being in love" has fallen by the wayside. From my perspective it is human nature to love and to "be in love," that heady, dreamy place where all that you can think about is your beloved. For our Western world, men in love has Biblical roots, for in the 1st Book of Samuel is the story of David and Jonathan; it is said in a number of places that "Jonathan loved David as he loved his own soul." And this is exactly what it sounds like. Perhaps the difference is in this, that while there are any number of men who have effeminate qualities, in general two men in love with each other are only that, or just that - two men. One may indeed be what today is called an "alpha" male, that is, dominant, but nevertheless his partner is just as much a man. I mean this in the sense of, quite capable of masculine aggression. I'm sure that in today's world, there are any number of sorrowful homophobes who have found to their regret that to attack someone who favors their own sex can result in a thoroughgoing punch to the face.

There is of course a measure of "reverse discrimination," where gay men hold straight men in disdain for their attraction to women. This is pure bigotry, and is as evil as any form of homophobia. While for the most of my existence I have found myself drawn to other men, it was not so long ago that I was totally attracted to, and had a brief intense relationship with a woman; there is a post I made about this. It was a wonderful and enlightening experience and today I would gladly admit that it made my world so much larger and grander. For the homophobes of the world, I must only shake my head in sorrow for your ignorance.

2009-09-18T20:04:00.000-07:00

I'm writing on my own and for myself here in a long time. I've not been quiescent the way some of the other spirits here at Outlands are, I've been busy. I've slipped unnoticed into bars and parties, into the lives of modern gay men. There has been one change since I was alive. (If you are new to this blog, I am the spirit of a Prussian soldier who died in 1806. Take it or leave it) The change has to do with the widespread practice (if one could call it that of "bottom/top" anal sex. I'm not thrilled with what I've seen. I'm kind of horrified.

When I was alive I grew up in a military academy, these years are documented in much earlier entries to my blog. Perhaps I was being naive, but in the academy, and later as a soldier on active war-time duty, a few men would have anal sex, but they were rare. More often than not we would engage in mutual masturbation (what a confounding, silly description) or less often, sucking. Those who did have anal sex were careful in what they did. What I have seen today is not so careful, especially on the part of the "top." Really, such a one is this side of raping his partner, with minimal use of lubricant, maximum use of force to make sure he gets into his lover and very little tenderness, if any. And the "bottoms" who submit themselves to such men are really crying out to be punished, that's what it seems like to me. Punished for desiring someone of your own sex, now what more could be in the interests of the churches?

Eh, maybe you would acuse me of wanting to turn back the hours, turn them back until the years where I lived. I don't know that that matters. But I would describe a romantic evening, such as an evening might go. A couple would embrace, perhaps kiss if alone. Time was spent in conversation, the a meal together. If the desire was there we would retire to the bed and kiss and caress esch other. If we did not use our hands on each other, we would use our lips. It was a very passionate time for both. Those are the kind of relation-ships which I can understand. I cannot understand why a man would want to injure another in his ass, or be injured, when there is so much information abroad about anal sex. It may be a different world, and I may be too far displaced from it, but at heart I cannot endorse this cruel form of sexual domination.

2008-03-05T10:31:00.000-08:00

So at last I have come back here, I wanted so much since we've recovered to make an entry, but it is something new for me - I have fallen in love with a woman. I have never felt this way about someone of the opposite sex before. I know that I've evoked strong desires in women over the years, but I finally had it given back to me in a double dose! And my reaction? Ha-ha!, let it come DOWN!

2007-06-08T09:42:00.000-07:00

What if?

A guest entry by Roy.

What if you woke up one morning and you were the other gender?
What if you found a million dollars on the side of the road?
What if you found yourself inexplicably in another country?
What if someone came up to you and acted like they'd known you all of your life but you had absolutely no clue as to who they are?
What if the countries of the world decided to end war and feed the poor?
What if there were no more oil tomorrow?
What if you found yourself with three children that you did not have yesterday?
What if someone started making fun of you in front of other people?
What if you found you could never get enough Stuff?
What if no-one sold or used crack any more?
What if parents stopped slapping, beating and raping their children?
What if the media started telling the truth about everything going on?
What if the kids in your school were kind to each other?
What if your ministers, imams, rabbis, gurus and priests said "I don't know?"
What if the Devil and Jesus appeared together on TV like good buddies?
What if the Pope asked the Dalai Lama to marry him?
What if the Dalai Lama did?
What if the UN decided they'd enough of the USA's imperialism and took over?
What if alcoholics found themselves free of their chains?
What if everyone on the planet shared what they have with each other?
What if we all decided to take off for the day?
What if every bully on the planet stepped in a dog turd and didn't know it?
What if a cancer cure was announced today?
What if everyone suddenly had a great sense of humor?
What if the guys in the saucers landed and went on worldwide TV?

What if you think about this stuff for a little while and humor an old man who thinks of things like this constantly? What if it expands your imagination and your sense of humor? What if you find out that this is EXACTLY how to transform your life and your world for the better?

Imagine! John Lennon did. And he asked me to post this at our various places on the Interent - yeah, he stopped by for a short visit and I channeled him.

Jeezo - what if I'm not kidding?

2007-04-06T04:31:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm back and I've brought everyone with me! Perry, Roland, Wanda Wonder, Elling Parter and even Yvgeny Porchik will be making entries in the future! Enjoy!

Terrence Ausweiler

2006-02-03T07:48:00.000-08:00

(Terrence writing)

I've not been here for a while! All of us at The Outlands Commnity have been very busy working on our website, and Roy has also created a second website which is exclusively devoted to recording Paterson "as it is," in photgraphs he started taking in January this year; as of today there are over 100 pictures, and if you would like to take a look, go to:

http://hotfemboysrock.mosaicglobe.com

and, sorry to spoil the fun of the guys at alt malicious, there is no child pornography there either. I still do not understand how they confused me with a pedophile site, but after reading their entries I've come to the conclusion that while they may be good at "hacking" they're pretty narrow-minded and stupid.

We've made headway in finding physics and physicists who allow that there are other dimensions indeed, we are studying material written by Professor Fred Alan Wolf, in particular his one book Parallel Universes. He starts with a very basic overview of Newtonian physics - which was still being accepted when I was in the flesh - and goes through the nineteenth century, past Einstein and up to today's bizarre eleven-dimensional string theory. Along the way he takes a few - more than a few - shots at Neils Bohr's notions, but I understand that is the way with academics, especially if they have solid reasons for finding fault with accepted teachings and are either ignored or rudely dismissed. The same happens in psychology as I have come to understand it, that those who followed Sigmund Freud after 1895 opened up a whole can of worms that you might call the "materialist / reductionist" view. Or heresy.

2006-01-17T11:29:00.000-08:00

A soldier's duty does not end with death. Neither does his sense of honor, what is right. I am from a time and a culture in which one's personal honor was everything: assail the standing or integrity of someone and things usually ended in a duel. I am caught between my upbringing and what was drilled deeply into me at the academy on the one hand and the present-day reality.

If you at all have read my blog you are aware that I was slandered by a group of people who decided that I was, in their language, a 'pedo.' A pedophile. In this environment of the Internet, words loose their meaning and become twisted by the evil, the nefarious and malcontents who have access. The word was used as an insult, at least as an epithet by persons who know me not. It is not two hundred years ago; but two hundred years ago these scoundrels would have faced me with sword or pistol.

In my rage I demanded to be heard in a full meeting of the Outlands Community. I was. It was not right, I said, that I be besmirched by persons who have no business deciding who or what others are. To be insulted by persons of narrow sick minds and with no sense whatsoever of honor. I was really angry. I had announced my intent of literally getting into cyberspeace and tracking these vile ghouls to their IPs. I was advised and cajoled aginst this. You might get deleted. I did not care. You will be facing great and unknown dangers. I did not care; I am a soldier and was a spy; I am used to such and in practical term it was how I died.

It was Llam who allowed me to rant and spew forth my rage until I had quieted. He said to me, "Terrence, you will be acting like them. Do you wish to be in the same category as these vermin?" I could not answer that. He went on, this time with a smile: "Do you not recall the great lesson of Vlad Dragool as he was represented by Abraham Stoker? 'Time is on my side!,' he exclaimed. Terrence, time is on our side. You yourself, the members of the Community do not go about raping young children or luring them into carnal destruction. The media-generated idea that labels all enemies of the status quo as criminals and mentally deranged persons is crumbling along with the whole edifice. You can see that in the growing discontent in many quarters, some quite conservative otherwise, with the war in the land of Iraq. Those who chose to identify and take their stand with the imperialist designs of the current oligarchy will be literally going down with their ship." By now I was listening to at least every other word. Continuing, he added "You came from a military academy, and were a soldier in one of the finest and well-disciplined armies the world has ever seen. You are one of the few members of the Outlands Community who values and practices discipline as an enjoyed virtue. As in days gone by you reverenced your teachers of these things, it is your turn to pass on what you know to those who need it most." With those words he swayed me, as laughter filled us all, that he would so impute to even our most prominent members a lack of discipline and in need thereof! Helpless before the quiet humor of our Steward I broke down laughing myself.

So I have voluntarily decided to let the matter lie. While it would for a short space make me feel good to avenge an honor wrongfully stained in the long run, the feeling would fade like water in a desert, and the disease would merely spring up elsewhere. It is better, I conclude, that I do my job, as a good soldier - now and here as a member of the world that we are daily creating. In hoc signo vici.

2006-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:00

We got Spy Sherrif and UnSpy PC yesterday for simply visiting some online library. We've had them before but yesterday's infestation was a good one, it managed to corrupt our antivirus and spyware and chewed up ZoneAlarm's firewall like candy. Took a bit but we managed to nail it all.

I have asked the others here at the Outlands Community why people create such things and have had lots of answers; some of them are speculation as to who would benefit from them, or some others talk about malicious schizoid folks. Whatever, it doesn't really answer "why?" Why would someone:

1. Hack advertising on the Internet and fill it with shit

2. Set it up so that ANYONE can get it?

Since we can assume any energy form we like, we have been talking about actually entering "cyberspace" as energy forms and going after some of this shit. As our energy cannot be compromised or corrupted, we could return the garbage to the creators and let them see their PCs show the ole blue screen. Crackers often run Linux and Unix / Solaris OS but they are not impregnable, as some will be finding out. Do you read me, "malicious?"

2006-01-09T10:59:00.000-08:00

I thought I would come back one more time today and add a couple of pictures of some of the members of the Outlands Community, plus just an 'art' picture that the ArtGroup did. The last is for the Nazis if they ever visit here again!

With love, Terrence, Perry, Ilewe, Hendra, Roland, Yvgeny and all the gay incubi of the Outlands Community. Sieg Heil, ya dumbkopfs! (Old Prussian word, btw)

So then top to bottom, that's Roy and I sharing a kiss a few years ago, our one and only Gwenny, Roland of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, and our Aztec medicine-wisewoman, Popomonocol - the very one who advised us on whether the Amanitas we found we safe.

They were!

2006-01-09T09:28:00.000-08:00

Had to let that out. I had posted comments on a Blogger blog that is run by those who love the young - I do not mean child-molesters - and some hacker's group picked up on it.

But enough of human stupidity when it comes to sexuality. Whether I've posted it or not, time to put down the URL (again?) for our website:

http://redeyeguy.mosaicglobe.com

It should work, if it doesn't please leave a comment. We also added a contact page.

Our guy in the channeler's chair, Roy Waidler, has a page at Deviant Art, and this link should get you right to it:

http://amanitagemini.deviantart.com

...and I suppose our nameless and cowardly hacker would mutter something about

'deviants!' Laugh at 'em!

2006-01-09T08:15:00.000-08:00

In doing a statistics run on the Community and on various member's names on Google, Perry and I showed up on a page, gawd knows where, and were called 'Pedos!' Which I undertstand is Internet talk for 'pedophile.' It is interesting that the moron who wrote the comments said that it was obvious that we liked little boys. Pity the fucking moron is so paranoid and full of horseshit that he didn't bother to read the entries or go visit our other places. So, listen, fuckhead: read the entries and stop mistaking gay incubi for pedophiles! We can pass through walls; we can change our gender and gender-appearance; we are spiritual beings; so what do you say? Gonna keep broadcasting your bullshit? Honestly, this is the kind of person who supported Hitler, Mussolini, George Wallace and George W. Bush, fascist and stupid.

It's hard to piss me off but this did! (Terrence)

Seems to me I like grown men, not 'little boys.' I have no idea what this clown is getting off to, but I do think we should c/c/p the page and post it here. (Perry)

2006-01-07T02:02:00.000-08:00

Our website is established at long last! It will run a good number of pages and you can just bet we incubi are going to have our say in more ways than one. I am told that detailed narratives of sexual encounters are subject to certain restrictions, but I am not particularly concerned about that. I happen to have another blog which is better for illustration purposes, only I have been advised to keep it under a low profile for now. Llam has always known what he is about on our behalf.

Although it took a little discussion , we have decided to firmly go with the concept of Web 2.0, as it is called. As it is after the last virus we decided to keep as much of our art on line as possible and our separate blogs reflect as much. We must search for a storage-bin for our earlier blogs, although I am told that gmail is the likely candidate for them. It's a matter of, can our current version of Outlook Express, combined with our LAN, handle the size of the files we're thinking of storing? Most were composed on the Windows wordprocessor, beg pardon, they all were. Other than taking the files on disk to a printing place and then printing them as them as .jpg files, it could be tough. Still, SonShon had written some remarkable material, and our journals are worth keeping in readable form somewhere - just not in the computer!

I have asked the ArtGroup to compose some male / male erotica that would not violate my TOS either here or at my other blog. Not as easy as it sounds! But I have been promised a few things, and look forwards to its presence here soon.

2005-12-17T23:26:00.000-08:00

(Terrence again)

I had meant to upload a picture done by the Artgroup today, it's of Carla when she was a man - she is quite the lovely woman now!

2005-12-17T21:33:00.000-08:00

(Terrence writing)

Among flesh and blood gay men is a rather cliched rhetorical question, "What causes heterosexuality?" There is a second one, "Is there a cure?"

Since our exposure to the current world, and that especially on the Internet, there have been profound changes in how gay sex is perceived. To me the biggest change is the availability of photographs of men having sex with each other. I am told that forty years ago the possession of photographs such as are currently seen meant that the possessor risked a lot of jail time.

I come from another era and culture, that of eighteenth century Prussia. As a youth I was sent to a military academy to be made into a soldier. I was of slight build and shy, and was, by today's standards, something of a sissy. My father had already "donated" my eldest brother to the Church, and my next oldest brother was sent to law-school. He did not want to become a lawyer and managed to get to Hamburg and from what I recall went to sea and was never heard from again. As for myself I did not wish to leave my dear mother and my closest sister, and was quite upset at being trundled off to a strange place with strange people. However, in those days, Papa's word was law and all of my crying and protesting earned me a beating. That may sound horrible to today's readers, but that was standard for the time. If you protested the decision of either parent, but especially your father, you were caned, sometimes brutally. The tears such treatment caused were also cause for punishment, especially in boys, for if you cried you were admonished once to stop crying and then beaten some more. I understand that this is of remote antiquity, if you know anything of ancient Greek culture you will remember that the Spartans were great believers in "toughening" their boys. Most cultures of Indo-European origin were similar.

On arrival at the school I realized quickly that I had been put in something of a paradise! I was quickly introduced to sexuality, about which I had only the vaguest notions. I was the kind of boy who would get tremendously excited at the sight of a naked man, and when we were done with classes for the day, it was time for the older boys to pick a younger boy to play with. Some were quite gruff and were looking only to let off their libidinous urgings. Others wanted some semblance of femininity about them and there were those of us who were called "maidens" and we were provided with girl's clothing and were "courted" by these older boys. Some of we maidens were not happy with this set-up, but I was. I regularly became a "bride" to some boy, who would introduce me to his version of "wedding night," in which I was plied with wine or brandy, and then proceeded to "lose my virginity." These older boys, even the rough uncaring ones, were quite careful when it came to sodomizing a younger one, because to cause internal injury due to penetration was a sure way to kill someone. Although my own introduction to such sex was painful at first, the good and very intense feelings generated by it became my solace for being far from home.

As the years passed by, I would be sent home on holiday, which at first made me quite happy, but I came to see these occasional visits as an annoyance. I wanted to get back to school to pick up my education, so to speak. But I actually did quite well as far as academic matters were concerned. I was taught by the more considerate of my "husbands" not to fear pain, and a number of the boys taught me how to fight. This was a matter of practicality in some ways, because no "barrack - that is the modern word, we were called "grupen" - could afford to be shamed by having a coward or sissy in its ranks. I grew to be quite tall and started developing a muscular physique. The muscles came because some of the boys would insist on exercising with me as a prelude to sexual relations; others would start "foreplay" (another modern word) with traditional Greek wrestling, which meant you both took off your clothes and wrestled until one of you pinned the other. The winner did then what he wanted with the loser, which usually meant the loser would get quite thoroughly fucked. That was not a bad thing, but no boy wants to be kown as a loser and gradually I became quite aggressive in my wrestling skills. The night that I first overpowered another boy was quite an event!

I was a little smaller and not quite of matching physique as that of my "husband", but I had learned to twist and turn, evade and counter-grapple with a ferocity that made me tougher and tougher to pin down. I had been scolded more than once about my unwillingness to submit to certain boys, and I would just listen and nod as they licked bruised lips and rubbed their strained muscles. The night in question I had been paired off with a boy who had something of a grudge with me because of the way I had treatd him, and he was all about "teaching me a lesson." Unfortunately he was unable to better me as we wrestled, and when I had finally pinned him we had both endured quite a mutual battering. Using fists in traditional Greek wrestling was, of course, forbidden, but in the grupen-haus at night it was a common thing for a fistfight to happen, and as we were left to our own discipline these went officially unnoticed. If bones were broken, it was always claimed that a fall down the stairs was responsible. But on the night in question my "husband," who was not at all being "romantic," just wanted to beat me up. As it turned out he was the one who got beaten, and I was the one who turned the tables on him by making him my "maiden" for the evening. As he had not been handled in such a way for several years, he was not pleased with his fate, although I was more than pleased to take my delight with his rigid muscularity. The strongest man, he with the firmest and most toned of muscles, is quite soft inside, as I found out that night. His plan of "teaching me a lesson" thwarted, there was little that he could do but to submit to my advances. I quickly found that having an unwilling partner was no real pleasure and in the middle of the night sent him back to his bed with a hard kick to his ass. I was never bothered by him again, and had little in the way of "socializing" (another modern word) with him. At first he was all fawning and wanting to be my good friend, but as he had shown me no affection, or spirit of camaradie, I paid him little mind after that.

I was now in a position to choose my own maidens and was quite the paramour. I found that those boys my age who had gotten to top of form were like myself, they were quite decent in all ways, and I was accepted by them as a peer after having trounced the bully who thought to teach me my never-learned lesson. I had no desire to force myself on a younger boy, preferring instead to woo them. This was done by helping them with their studies, teaching them how to fight, getting them toned in the muscles, and to some extent helping them with their artistic skills.

I feel that the modern sense of what Prussian culture of my day was like does not allow that we were quite fond of music; our emperor amused himself whenever he could by playing the flute, and he was often seen at the symphonic presentations in the court. He spoke several languages, including Russian, French, English and Latin. We as boys were expected to emulate all of his achievements, because, well, he was the emperor, and as such was the national hero. He was the country's "Papa." Unlike the little "fuhrer" to come, he was able on all fronts of being a well-cultured, well-mannered man of the world. We boys adored him. Perhaps the reality was otherwise, but we were proud to have such a man at the helm of our country.

The bonds of love formed in a military school such as I attended were close to the Platonic ideal, where no boy would stand by in a battle and watch his lover get killed, he would be by his side fighting with him until the death of them both. Such high-sounding feelings were, in battle, one thing; as expressed in the watches of the night by boys lerning to be men were quite another. I would be embarrassed to list the conversations we would have with each other in a romantic interlude, because the words which would pass between such a pair were as sophomoric and honey-coated as that which passed between any man and actual maiden. Pledges of undying love, the giving of lockets of hair, even rings were passed between a given couple. The only thing missing was the "sanctity" of marriage, and I recall having more than one doleful conversation with this or that maedchen about how sad the world was that we could not marry. Although I myself never went so far, some boys would actualy "marry" under the hands of a third who would act as "priest," but most of us shied away from such things because we were afraid of trespassing that which we felt belonged to God.

As I actually became a man, and I mean physically, I was unlike many of my classmates in that my desires for other boys continued unaltered. Many of the other boys discovered girls as they got older and would tend to think of their dalliances of their younger days as mere preparation for the intimacies of marriage proper, or they would start saying that it was a matter of their circumstance that they were physically intimate with other boys. I myself did not feel that way at all.

I had been introduced to any number of girls as I got older, but never felt any attraction to them physically. Some were quite beautiful by anyone's standards, others were not. I was expected to choose one of these girls as my wife, or at least announce my preferences to my father, who would have made the arrangements necessary for a wedding. Fatherly patience was surprisingly high in this matter. Some boys' fathers would just pick a girl, any girl, that happened to be of some financial or social gain to the boy's family, but in this my father was quite lenient. I would tell him why I found fault with this or that girl and he would accept my judgement in the matter, and wait until the next engagement. Personally I wished to go right back to school and pursue my latest "maiden," developing a short-lived but intense love-affair with a younger boy.

All of this was brought to an end, however, when I was called up for military service along with the other boys olde enough and competent enough to actually be real soldiers in a real war. The reason for this may be written in one word, one name: Napolean.

2005-11-30T19:54:00.000-08:00

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!

2005-11-27T09:59:00.000-08:00

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!

2005-11-13T20:20:00.000-08:00

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!

2005-11-04T11:20:00.000-08:00

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

2005-10-22T12:20:00.000-07:00

I've had some time to think about what I wanted to post; this is a reflective time for me and I want to share some of the journey that I've made. Hello everyone, this is Terrence Ausweiler! Hendra may make a contribution here today as well.

Sara made the point that many incubi are gay. This should really come as no surprise, because over the centuries in western culture, "homosexuaility" just was not allowed. So if you were a flesh-and-blood person as I was in Prussia in the 1780's it did not do to broadcast the fact. Once dead, it becomes apparent that many priests are totally queer and this can be...upsetting, because these same good fathers would periodically rant and thunder from the pulpit about the sins of sodomy, masturbation, fornication and all. The Lutheran ministers were no better. I attended Church because my family forced me to go when I was a child, first as a Lutheran (what else could one be at that place and time), then as a good Catholic boy when my Father converted the whole family (without telling us first; Papa vas der law und don't forgettin it) as a business opportunity. (That was common back then also)(And occasionally dangerous!) To be free of your flesh and blood self and find out that good Father Gottfried enjoyed the kisses of young Hans made up my mind, and the minds of many others, to indulge ourselves with those who could sense us. I think she was a little off the mark in saying we were just out for wambam thank you man neo-rape. The surprising thing was how many men, once over the initial shock that they were not (wet)dreaming, welcomed us as nightly visitors. I had a few men and boys like that, but inevitably guilt over their "sins" would begin to weigh upon them, and out would come the Holy water, the iron bars, the priests and all of that crap. Let me tell you, none of it really works! Most of us see the paraphenalia and just decide to up and go. Those who choose to stay are not in for any emotional or physical love coming from the flesh-and-blood man in question, by this time the poor bugger (;P)

is convinced that he's going to Hell...relax, Ludwig, you're not...all to no avail.

You know, I wonder if writing in HTML or BB code works with this setup. Let me try for italics: How is that? You can't tell with this Python software. And how does this work out? [i] At least on the page I'm writing, I see no change [/i] Perhaps when I publish the page I'll see.

Sorry, got distracted there. I think what I want to say is this: if you are a man attracted to men, get into the spirituality of it, don't lose yourself in the endless bolgia of "gay culture." Visit a site like that of the sensible Todd Perkins if you want to view your sexual self in a meaningful spiritual light, I think he is at

www.tperkins.com

and you can learn so much there. And the umm photos are great! :D

2005-10-08T17:00:00.000-07:00

TERRENCE: We were fortunate in some browsing to come across the very sensuous and spiritual website of Todd Perkins, a man of men who has wonderful insights into the joys of male loving, and some really wise advice about it. He's also quite profound spiritually, as well. Although we perused his material for roughly twenty minutes, I wish to go back for more study, and will probably contact him.
ROLAND: I'm very surprised at the depth and amount of material on the Internet which links sexuality and spirituality. In my days in Jerusalem among the Knights of Saint John there was such. Historians please note, Saint John was the "beloved disciple," a thing apparently not lost upon the founders of a present day movement which goes by that name. You know...I was going to write "gay" but I can't bring myself to do it! I'm not "gay" by contemporary standards, and I refuse the label of "sodomite," although I think it is funny sometimes. Don't like "bisexual," it sounds too medical or psychiatrical or something, so guys, what do you say? We must come up with a new word!
TERRENCE: Yeah, I was feeling the same thing when I wrote about "male love." And that Todd Perkins was a "man of men."
ROLAND: I like "male love."
PERRY: It's not bad, but are you wanting something a bit more poetic?
TERRENCE: Yeah, I do, I would.
ROLAND: Exactly.
PERRY: Manheart. It says my heart belongs to a man. It says I desire the heart of a man.
ROLAND: Not to mention a very specific portion of his anatomy!
PERRY: Roland!!! [laughter] I suppose if the girls saw that part they'd be off and running again about how we're talking about our weasels again!
TERRENCE: Look, I like it. It's better than what we've got.
ROLAND: Very well, then shall we stay with that for now?
[ general agreement]
TERRENCE: Good! Shall I close? Terrence out!

2005-09-22T18:45:00.000-07:00

TERRENCE: Oh, laaydees! Sara! Brynna! Look over heeeeere! We have arrived! And we will not just be talking about weeeezels and woooood! PERRY: [with great disappointment] Awww! We won't? TERRENCE: [after a pause] No. We won't. There ARE other things to talk about. ROLAND: There are? TERRENCE: [after a longer, rather exasperated pause] YES!!! ROLAND: [disappointed] Oh. PERRY: I'm going to go home now, okay? ROLAND: Me too. TERRENCE: Fine! What about you, Bill? BILL: Oh wow, man, like we got the blog! Let's talk about our weasals and stuff like Ling and SonShon said we would. TERRENCE: [after a very long pause] I'm going home.