RESIN. AN OFFERING

🫐 Not one cell in this body that isn't fully You, Earth. I came all the way from the Stars to become that. To become incessant lovemaking, with all of you. To admire, to sway, to sing. To offer you: a Lover. 🫐 My senses pray to your celestial body in all its forms, always. Your animals are my teenage crush, your minerals my sugar daddy. I am intoxicated by your plants and entranced by your delicious humans. Your fungi make me a total sub while viruses bring out my dominant side. 🫐 Oh, sacred all of these bodies, sacred mine. Take now what burst out of me in ecstasy: my seed. Thus giving back to you what has been yours anyways, gathered inside the most sensitive cauldron. Refined pleasure, crystallized life, activated DNA. 🫐 While I am pouring myself over you, I ask this: May you once be poured over my body, too, and dissolve me, and turn me into good soil. 🌱 May all your beings be free, may they all taste the nectar of life in matter. 🫐

Inspired by so many of my siblings who are menstruating attuning themselves to the moon and her cycle, working with their blood as a magic potion, I started a practice some years ago of honoring the seed that my body produces, in my own way. To consciously gift it to my Lovers, mostly my primary partner, which is the Earth, sometimes my human partners, but always in a way that is aware of the power that this liquid has. And the meaning I ascribe to it, my intention. This contains my DNA, all that I have to offer. It doesn't feel aligned to splash this into toilet paper and throw it in the bin. This is not about the whole repressive "taoist" idea of keeping your energy for yourself or about shaming joyful, generous scattering of seed. It's just something that works for me, especially together with the lunar cycle. And maybe it inspires you to do the same or start cultivating it or not doing it secretly any longer. I might write more about it. Slowly dissolving a taboo there, hopefully. So that one day it will just be normal for men to have moments where they collectively gift their seed into the ground to share their commitment to Earth. And to Life. 🫐

HANG WITH THE GODxS!

In my work in theatre, especially when working as an opera director, I sometimes loved the research part even more than staging the operas in the end: diving into all the traditional and the more unorthodox sources about ancient myths and mysteries, so often finding a vibration of enhanced humanity in these old stories that would activate me, hungry to feel life, and all of it, its ugliness and glory, utmost joy and deep despair. I confess, I have a nerd-crush on godxs, demigodxs, hero:ines! …and in these online gatherings, I want to share glimpses of it with you and together bring these fruiting bodies of human imagination to life in our own bodies. Because we, too, are Godxs.

DEMETER * Goddess of Soil

DEMETER, the grain goddess, giver of gifts from below, who was there long before most other gods. As old as agriculture, which she taught to the humans. Preserver of the laws of nature, of "give and receive". Connected to everything underground, the seed as much as the deceased. Some traditions even called the dead "those who belong to Demeter", which makes me think of her more as a goddess of soil than a goddess of grain alone. Presiding over the rotting, the decomposition and the compost, from which new life can grow. She once seduced a human in a freshly plowed field. Godx, how I wish to have been that human! And how tasty the food from that field must have been! Aiiiiii!

Myth shows her in constant struggle with the newly arrived rapist gods who were made into her brothers and her consorts, mostly against her will. Her wrath unparalleled: When land was mistreated, her daughter stolen, her dignity disrespected, when some king felled a sacred oak tree just because he could, famine and hunger were the consequence of her rage. Life stopped creating Life and went on strike. Mentioned king, Erysichthon, got so hungry that he sold everything in order to buy more food, more food ...and more food. He could not stop eating. Nothing filled the void that opened up when he killed the tree spirit, disconnecting himself from the sanctity of all life. In the end, he devoured himself. Sounds contemporary to me lol

In tomorrow's first edition of HANG WITH THE GODxS! * You are all that * Weekly Archetypal Playtime (Online), we will follow Demeter's journey, her grief, rage, laughter and blossoming in embodied storytelling. We will not pray to her, but find her inside ourselves, the shadow, light and germinating power of a goddess willing to face patriarchal exploitation and stand for Life. It's an intuitively guided journey, a little bit of immersive online theatre and a little bit of ritual. Simple, fun, connected. Featuring a guest apperance by my sister Jovana Abroad as the goddess of jest and Vulvas. Stay tuned.