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So I thought I would use my Photoshop skills and have a little fun channeling my inner 13-year-old’s sexual fantasies. I was quite an avid reader and collector of Archie comics as a kid. I would not have admitted it back then but I loved them just as much as my Marvel comics–maybe even more once I started adolescence. So here are the results of my fantasizing. There’s something uniquely erotic for me about these re-imaginings. Maybe because it takes me back to a hornier, more hormonally-charged period of my life, or maybe it’s the playful and innocent sexiness of them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. If so, let me know, and I will do more of them–maybe even try corrupting the Marvel universe. Topless Gwen Stacy? Naked Sue Storm? Hmmmm…
Happy Passover!
For a great example of God’s infinite wisdom, power, and love, you need look no further than the story of Passover. In order to free His chosen people from the cruel Pharaoh, God made a bunch of plagues happen so that Pharaoh would relent and let the Jews go free. But despite the rather impressive plagues, Pharaoh was not impressed, and continued to refuse letting the Jews go free.
But wait, that’s not exactly true, Pharaoh WAS ready to let the Jews go after some of the more dire plagues, but GOD HARDENED PHAROAH’S HEART so that he changed his mind and did not let them go! It was like God had a few more plagues he wanted to try out and he was not going to let Pharoah’s softening heart stop him.
Finally, after many plagues, God decided to murder every firstborn child in Egypt except for the Jewish firstborn, who would be “passed over” if they painted lamb’s blood on their doors so the Angel of Death would know who the Jews were (how else would God know?).
Anyway, so God killed all the firstborn children of Egypt, from Pharoah’s son down to the lowliest maidservant. Breaking his own commandment (in a big way) of “Thou Shalt Not Kill” it seems God really just wanted to commit mass murder. I mean, he could have gotten the same result any number of ways without all the horrible deadly plagues and the mass murder of innocent children. For instance, maybe, just maybe, instead of “hardening Pharoahs’ heart” he could have, I don’t know, SOFTENED PHAROAH’S HEART???
But no, God wanted to have some fun trying out all his magic tricks and plagues and top it all off with the murder of thousands of innocent children who had nothing to do with the enslavement of the Jews. God’s great wisdom, power, and love for all to witness!
Damnant Quod Non Intelligent
In shadows cast by the unlit corridors of knowing, They condemn what slips through fingers of comprehension, Words entwined in vines of uncertainty, Damnant Quod non intelligunt, the silent chant.
A labyrinth of misunderstood whispers, Confinement in the narrow alleys of judgment, Echoes reverberate in chambers of ignorance, The disoriented stumble on uneven ground.
Disaffection blooms in the garden of misapprehension, Petals of understanding fall, unclaimed, Faces etched with the weight of unspoken judgments, A disquieting tapestry woven with threads of conjecture.
Locked in the dungeon of shallow understanding, Truth stands as a specter, veiled and obscured, While minds strain against invisible tethers, Condemning the unfamiliar to the prison of dismissal.
In this landscape of fractured cognizance, They condemn the foreign, the uncharted, Yet beneath the surface of their certitudes, A sea of undiscovered worlds ebbs and flows.
Damnant Quod non intelligunt, a refrain of caution, For in the realm of the unknown lies the genesis, Of compassion untold, of bridges unbuilt, Where understanding might yet unfurl its wings.
There is a primordial magic that happens when naked and moving sensuously around a fire at night. Model: Lethe
“Dancing Naked: A Sacred Connection to Nature’s Rhythm”
Introduction: Dancing naked around an open fire in the heart of a forest may seem unconventional to some, but for those who have experienced it, this ritualistic practice holds profound spiritual benefits and has transformative effects on the psyche. Rooted in ancient traditions and embraced by various cultures, this primal form of expression connects individuals to nature in a way that transcends the boundaries of modern societal norms.
1. Reconnection with Nature: Dancing naked in a forest around an open fire is an immersive experience that fosters a deep reconnection with the natural world. Stripping away the constraints of clothing allows individuals to feel the earth beneath their feet, the wind on their skin, and the flames reflecting in their eyes. This primal connection with nature can lead to a heightened sense of awareness and an appreciation for the interconnectedness of all living things.
2. Liberation of the Self: The act of dancing naked carries a symbolic weight, representing the liberation of the self from societal expectations and constraints. As the flickering flames cast shadows on the naked bodies, individuals often report a sense of vulnerability turning into empowerment. Shedding layers of clothing becomes a metaphor for shedding societal expectations, allowing individuals to embrace their authentic selves without judgment.
3. Release of Inhibitions: In the midst of a forest, surrounded by the primal elements, participants often experience a release of inhibitions. The rhythmic dance around the fire becomes a form of self-expression, a way to release pent-up emotions, and a celebration of the human body in its most natural state. This uninhibited expression can lead to a sense of emotional catharsis, leaving participants feeling lighter and more connected to their true selves.
4. Connection with the Elements: Dancing around an open fire at night in a forest allows individuals to connect with the elements on a visceral level. The warmth of the fire, the cool breeze, the rustling leaves, and the ambient sounds of the forest all contribute to a multisensory experience that transcends the everyday. This elemental connection is often described as a spiritual journey, aligning participants with the cyclical rhythms of nature.
5. Spiritual Transcendence: The combination of the natural setting, the rhythmic dance, and the communal energy often leads to a sense of spiritual transcendence. Participants report feeling a oneness with the universe, a deep connection to the spiritual essence of life, and a profound sense of inner peace. The open fire serves as a focal point for meditation and reflection, fostering a spiritual experience that transcends the boundaries of organized religion.
Conclusion: Dancing naked around an open fire in a forest is a practice deeply rooted in our ancestral history, and its spiritual benefits on the psyche are as relevant today as they were in ancient times. This ritual offers a unique opportunity for individuals to reconnect with nature, liberate themselves from societal constraints, release inhibitions, connect with the elements, and experience a profound sense of spiritual transcendence. As unconventional as it may seem, this primal dance serves as a reminder that our roots are intertwined with the natural world, and by embracing our primal instincts, we can find a deeper connection to the essence of our being.
Fire Nymph
In the realm where shadows entwine with desire, There dances Lethe, a nymph of wild fire. Beneath the cloak of night, in the greenish moon’s glow, Her silhouette weaves a tale, a sensuous shadow.
Naked, she is, draped in moonlight’s embrace, A celestial ballet, a dance of grace. Around the fire’s glow, a primal ballet, Lethe whirls and sways, lost in night’s ballet.
The firelight flickers, a conspirator in sin, Casting its glow on Lethe’s silken skin. Each curve, a promise, in the night’s soft caress, A dance of longing, a tempting duress.
Wild and untamed, her movements a spell, As if she’s enchanting the very flames as well. The greenish moonlight, a voyeur in the sky, Seduces her form, as she dances, oh, so high.
In the rhythm of embers, in the crackle and hiss, Lethe twirls and tempts, in moonlight’s sweet kiss. Her hair, a cascade of shadows, in the fire’s flickering dance, A symphony of passion, a moonlit romance.
The flames, like fingers, reach out to trace, The contours of Lethe, in the night’s secret space. She surrenders to the fire, a willing devotee, Dancing on the edge of passion’s decree.
The greenish moonlight, a witness to the affair, As Lethe’s dance becomes a whispered prayer. In this nocturnal sanctuary, where desire is the choir, Lethe spins and swirls, a nymph of wild fire.











































































