As always my annual glamour-haunt was a spectacle to behold. Unfortunately since it is a fetish ball, not a lot of photos were allowed at the time. Thanks to everyone who came out. In six days is Halloween, the High Unholy Holiday of Satan’s people. I will be hosting another Black Mass of Desecration after dark. Local folks, feel free to message me for an invite!
Bind him so that he shall not break our polity
Usurp our liberty
Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair
And bind, too,
All those who enable his wickedness
And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies
I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them
As with chains of iron
Bind their malicious tongues
Strike down their towers of vanity
Aja pulls out all the stops in this number: Afro-Carribean beats, dance, Santería references left and right, and a dramatic homage in costume to Marie Laveau herself. Consider me SHOOK.
“The Satanist feels: “Why not really be honest and if you are going to create a god in your image, why not create that god as yourself.” Every man is a god if he chooses to recognize himself as one. So, the Satanist celebrates his own birthday as the most important holiday of the year.” – The Satanic Bible.
Last weekend was my birthday, which was celebrated with friends amid merriment, dance and song (we partied it up). I find the older I get, the more diminished birthday celebrations become–or maybe that is just part of life in your 30’s. But still we managed to make a big to-do and ended up at a ridiculous rave scene hidden in the mangrove beaches off the Gulf of Mexico.
Anyway I thought I’d take a moment to toot my own horn, and allow readers to know a bit about my real life and accomplishments. I do have to keep my identity somewhat concealed online because of haters–I have already received a death threat from some right wing wackadoo in the few short months this site has been up. But behind the edge-lord skull makeup and the costumes and the sorcery, I am a working-class stiff like anybody else.
Continue reading “Hail Faustus! Bitch, it’s my Birthday!”
Total filth. I will always remember the time I met Sharon back when I was a twinky little 26 year old gayboy. She let me come over even though her manager was trying to reel her backstage. What a nice ghoul!
There are thousands of us working each month to eradicate the Trump pestilence from the White House, and remove his influence from all our sacred halls of government. I wonder where the world we be now if we had not been taking on this task since the beginning. Even though at times it feels like things are getting worse and worse, I believe that the unseen forces at work in the world are building up against this evil. The storm seen on the horizon is slowly looming toward us, ready to strike and bring the Tower tumbling down!
Find (and most importantly PERFORM) the ritual, found here.