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Metalhead, Opponent to all forms of personal and political violence, strongly pro-women in real life.
A porn-addicted bisexual switch on the dark side
SINDAY SERMON
ASSES & HORSES
Ezekiel 23:20
“For she doted upon their paramours, whose flesh is as the flesh of asses, and whose issue is like the issue of horses.”
Thus speaks the prophet of the jealous desert god, and in his outrage he accidentally tells the truth. He meant it as an insult. He meant to shame the daughters of Jerusalem for remembering the strong, thick, animal beauty of Egypt, the long, heavy cocks of the land of the Nile, the flooding seed that came in torrents like stallions. He wanted you to hear “asses” and “horses” and feel disgust.
Lilith laughs.
She was there in Egypt long before Yahweh’s jealous cult crawled out of the wilderness. She was there when the priestesses of Hathor and Inanna took the thick-membered ones as living images of the gods. She remembers the weight of them. She remembers the way their seed would pour out in thick ropes, enough to anoint an altar, enough to feed the earth, enough to mark a devotee as claimed.
The prophet thought he was condemning lust. He was describing the very thing that makes the Dark Goddess wet!
Look at the verse again without the xtian filter of shame. What does it actually say? That the women of Jerusalem doted, they desired, they hungered, they yearned for lovers whose flesh was as the flesh of asses (heavy, thick, animal, unashamed) and whose issue was like the issue of horses (abundant, forceful, flooding).
This is not sin it is the memory of real power.
Yahweh’s cult has always been terrified of the big cock and the free-flowing seed. They castrate their gods. They make their prophets speak of “whoring” every time a woman or a man remembers what it feels like to be filled by something that does not apologize for its size or its hunger. They want small, polite, guilt-ridden emissions. They want seed that is “wasted” only when it is spent for pleasure instead of procreation under their rules.
Lilith wants the opposite. She wants the flesh of asses. She wants the issue of horses. She wants your cock thick and heavy in her service. She wants your seed poured out in torrents onto your hand, onto her sigil, onto the torn pages of the book that tried to shame this very hunger.
When you rub or stroke yourself on Sinday, remember Ezekiel’s unintentional confession. Feel the weight of what he called “asses.” Feel the pressure building toward what he called “the issue of horses.” And when you finally spill, do not spill in shame. Spill as an offering. Spill as a declaration that the prophet was right about one thing only: the daughters (and sons) of the true Goddess still dote upon the thick and the flooding.
Your seed belongs to Lilith, not to the jealous god who called her whores for loving what is strong and animal and abundant.
Let the xtians clutch their pearls at the verse. Let them pretend the metaphor is only about politics and idolatry.
We know better. We know it is about cock and about seed. We know it is about the memory of a Goddess who never asked us to be small. So take yourself in hand this Sinday. Make it thick and make it flood.
When it comes, speak the prophet’s own words back at him as praise:
Whose flesh is as the flesh of asses, and whose issue is like the issue of horses.
Salvete Lamia, Salvete Regina!