The Revolution is... Sin Full

Writing The Revolution #4

If to sin is to be transgressive, then forgive me daddy, for I am about to sin!

Hades runs his long taloned fingernails down your arm, leaving a rivulet of red welting as he does. Your skin responds in anticipation. Tiny goosebumps, as your hairs lift up, towards his touch.

Pan whispers into your ear of unspeakable hungers. Hungers of the earth. Of nature, of fawns and fornications. Of frolicking with the gods and becoming drunk and delirious on the wild bulging throb of it all. Of your passion, and longing, and ache. He invites you into his garden, to flurry with the foliage; surely, it’s rude to deny a god?!

“Whosoever committeth sin transgresseth also the law: for sin is the transgression of the law” (1John 3:4)

Transgression. Feels like liquid liquorice foreplay in your mouth. Try it and see for yourself.

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Sin is immorality. Which, quite frankly, is a ridiculously hypocritical thing to say when the morals of those judging us are queasily questionable, non?! Judging with their pointed fingers. False Doms unsuitable for the role. All poke and prod. All mean, no fun; dryly accusing the sinful as wicked.

Oh, and wouldn’t you just know it; take a guess at the etymological root of the word ‘wicked’ ~ I’ll wait.

Yep. That’s right. It comes from the Middle English word ‘wicca’. It means ‘witch’.

If wicked is being a witch, bitch, then come at me! Tie me to that wooden stake and set my skin ablaze. For I, as with my sisters gone but not forgotten, I’ve been burnt before. I’m no longer afraid of the fire! For now, like the phoenix rising, unapologetic, unashamed. I AM the fire.

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To sin is an offense to the easily offended. Well, I’m not being funny, but it appears that these days, everyone is easily offended!! Am I right, babes?! So, you might as well pick your offal of offense train of choice baby, or, just a thought, why not get off (so to speak!) this fucking ‘oh, I’m so offended snowflake train’ and come play out in being Sin Full instead? It’s a hell of a lot more pleasurable; that’s for sure!

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Sin is estrangement from God*. Or so they say. (*Look. I’m using the word God, as Generative Orgasmic Deity. You may like the word Spirit, Mystery, Life, Love. I’m no religious creature darling, yet I’m wholly holy in my reverence to life’s force.)

Yet surely God wants for us to be soul-fucked wide open. Luxuriating, panting, with the absolute magnificence of it all. I mean, has anyone asked him* directly?! (*Him. Her. It. They.) I bet he’s in for a good time. I bet he’s the most sin full of them all.

That reminds me of that time I self-pleasured to God. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he fucking loved it.

God is life. And life is this electric force, current, that moves through and animates everything.

You could call this love. Or eros.

It’s the magnetic forcefield web that contains it all. Every single damn thing in this world. Every thought made truthful action. Every idea made manifest. Curling out like a Spiderman ejaculate, from our fingertips. Into being. Into becoming.

And it’s all there for our taking. Our receiving. Our asking. Our desiring. Our serving.

If we’re willing that is. Willing to be a revolutionary for sin.

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To be a revolutionary for sin is to crave. To thirst. To long for.

To stretch the tease because life is made of trillions of electrons and protons simply humming for our touch, yearning for us to play, to mould, to pluck at the cosmos as a feast of plenty and beyond.

I mean, why the fuck not?!

As long as we’re not hurting ourselves, or each other, then what’s the problem?!

As long as we’re honest about it.

Aaah. Honesty. Integrity. A sin that is the greatest of them all if you ask me.

For therein lies the key. Honesty. How many are out there sinning whilst lying through their monstrous gold teeth, lying in bed with liars, riding bareback with those with the world’s power, who dare to thrust their egos at the top of the political food chain?!

Power over you. That’s what ‘they’ want. It’s a yarn as old as time.

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What if you take the power back.

Be sin full.

Do what you want, just because.

To do what you want is empowering. As long as it’s intentional. Conscious. With heart. With gratitude. With care. With head bowed towards one’s heart in prayer of devotion for the bounteous feast that spirit provides for us to bury our senses into and enjoy.

No wonder we call it sin.

Once upon a time, someone couldn’t handle this much pleasure. This much wealth. This much joy and desire and rest and ease and power in the hands of the lover …. And so, they limited it.

Called it, for want of a better word, sin.

The revolution is Sin Full.

It’s a call, a cry, to become that lover again.

For your art. For your relationships. For the life you desire to create. To go all in. To ask for more. To take what you need. To pause and frolic with the bluebells.

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Sin is the brake of desire and delight.

A booted foot placed upon the side of your face.

A fist to your belly heaving in pleasure.

A shake of the head to the mischief of your soul.

Sin means without.

Without the desire to lust for deeply intimate, heart cracking and weeping, fuck me to God, sex.

Without the hunger for more. More money. More success. More indulgence. More joy. More lavish dripping like a golden shimmering shower with each step you take.

Without the throb of the mistress of envy. Of kohl charcoal eyes squinting with the wanting that is not, yet, yours.

But not anymore.

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The revolution demands you put down your begging bowl and open your mouth for sinning.

It’s revolutionary to say, ‘more please’. To enjoy the pleasure playground as a prayer of plenty. To stop fucking apologising for your desires. To finish the last piece of cake on the plate. To desire the fine gold, the well-tailored cloths, the city breaks in Mediterranean places dripping in soul feeding beauty.

To live in meagreness, is, quite frankly, a shame. That’s where the sin is as far as the revolution is concerned. Why waste it all? Why stricken your tastebuds with austerity when your whole body aches to be consumed.

And to consume.

Consume away. Why not?!

As long as you don’t define your sense of self, or worth, or value, or importance, on the material matters, why not enjoy the banquet?! The sin is to place who you are upon these; all style over substance. All fur coat and no knickers.

Why not both style, and substance.

Why not have your cake and eat it all. Might as well lick the icing from your lover’s body whilst you’re at it!

Why not be done with the faux modesty fulfilment and own how much you want spirit’s money cum shot all over your face and bank account!?

Good girl.

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The thing is, Jesus forgives our sin completely, releasing us from its bondage and guilt. He’s generous like that.

“What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. By His wounds, we are healed!” (1 Peter 2:24)

The blood of Christ?! Hmmm. And you say that God isn’t kinky?!

Look. The word religion, which has got us in this awful mess of guilt in the first place, actually means, ‘to bind’.

To bind.

Now. Where’s my ropes again, hey?!

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So, here’s my sin full prayer. Here’s how you make me confess. And I bloody love it!

Tie me to a cross and whip me with bulrushes until I bleed.

Stick your crown of thorns upon me and watch me writhe in the pain of redemption.

Let me kneel before you and suck upon your forgiveness.

Go Jesus, you kinky dude.

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This is a call for all you sinners. Are you ready for the revolution?!

Aho X

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