Christopher Sherman

This newsletter is celebrating sexual diversity, differing desires, relationship structures, 
and individual choices based on consent. Sexuality is an important part of being human.

Have a horny day. 
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The Celebration of the Soft Pig

Science makes me horny.

Scientists are continually discovering new species. Just last year scientists discovered mysterious big black “Alien” holes on the Ocean floor. The strange big black holes were spotted by the crew of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration's as they investigated the Mid-Atlantic.

Scientists to press talked about how “they had no idea what this row of big gaping holes were; and who was using these gaping holes – but they were going to go deep in these holes. Deeper than any scientist before.” I may be slightly paraphrasing; but science yet again giving us the metaphor for so much of life.

In my adventures I have also discovered many fabulous species. Ranging from the exhibitionist egomaniac to the mystic makers. But I have discovered a species so fabulous that I can’t not have hope for tomorrow. In a world exhaustively drowning in unnecessary and divisive labels and categories; I proudly present one more – the soft pig.

{Creative Note: This paragraph should be read in the voice of David Attenborough }

The soft pig loves Baldwin and bareback. Self-Reflection and roleplay. Candlelight, Criterion Collection, curiosity and cock cadges. Nan Goldin and nippleplay. Frank Ocean and fornication. The soft pig would welcome an evening of Sade, Serge Gainsbourg, Seu Jorge softly listening alongside spanking. They fight for equality and sometimes love edging. Loving Bauhaus and bondage; Meditation and masochism; Wong Kar-Wai and wanking; Equality and edging; Sontage and shibari. Ram Das and rimming; and Krishna and lots of kissing. A fascinating and fabulous species the soft pig. They seemed to be raised on a diet of PBS and Bravo Television.

Pigs are everywhere. In France where philosophy, reasoning and self-expression are still held in high regard – so is piggitry I was told over baguette. Opening Scruff you are welcomed by a sea of pretty pink pig and snot emojis welcoming you to the city of light. Saying to you “Le point g de l’homme est dans le cul”. A long fog of heteronormative structure and shame lifting from the masses slowly. Men loving sex. Men loving life. Men loving themselves. That’s my reason for hope.

Society has long shamed us into submission. Too fearful to explore or accept our own selves. Times they are a changing. You can keep pushing snooze on your alarm - or wake up. We are on a giant rock called Earth rotating in the universe. What better time to invest in you. L’Oréal’s famously 1971 trademarked slogan says it all - BECAUSE YOU’RE WORTH IT.

Love you.
Have a horny day. x

Christopher Sherman
Instagram:@christophersherman_photo

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE THING | TALENT
WRITTEN BY RAMON CHRISTIAN

For me the thing that makes me the most horny is when someone is highly skilled or talented at what they do… it shows confidence and that’s what really gets me going. 

I guess it’s why most of my relationships have been with creative men. An Actor, automotive designer and a set designer. 

Show me how to do something, tell me why you love it so much, the passion behind your skills. I’m all yours. It shows you came into this life and you’re seizing it with all your might. It’s shows that you felt something within you and then applied dedication and consistency to learn more to become the best at it.

This can also translate to the bedroom ;) What’s hotter than that??

Ramon Christian
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FAVOURITE HORNY PLACE | THE MEN’S LOCKER ROOM
WRITTEN BY MARCO NAPOLI

My favorite place that makes me horny is a men’s locker room.

Does most adult sexuality stem from adolescent traumas? Maybe so.

I can never forget the dread of getting naked in front of the other students in high school, and the open showers that awaited us at the end of PE class.

I still relate to that scared gay teenager, the last to develop, fascinated to see what a naked adult man looks like. I controlled the urges to gawk — and touch — as to do so would be the end of my life. So I hid and dressed discreetly; I would find any excuse to turn my head and hope to catch that moment when my friend’s towel would move past his waist, briefly exposing the goods as he hurriedly pulled up his pants.

Today, when I enter in the locker room to change, the landscape is different. I am a fully grown man, muscled and hairy. My body is on display and some men are staring from the moment I begin to strip. I am not ashamed, nor do I hide my arousal. I still act cautiously, trying to time my sneak peek to see that other man fully exposed. And no amount of “pornstar sex” can match the thrill of getting caught looking, and being rewarded with an inviting smile.

Marco Napoli
linktr.ee/MarcoNapoli

WHAT MAKES ME HORNY
WRITTEN BY AMIT
@Darkamberhoney

A candle lit room makes me horny…

The mystique of a silhouette 
A scent to dress the room 
And the flame flickering to our rhythm

FAVOURITE HORNY ACTIVITY | THE GYM “WIND DOWN”
WRITTEN BY ANDRES

Maybe I should start from whatever comes to my head right now. I remember one time I was done with my workout and I was working out with one of my good friends. So, part of our routine, right after, is to go “Wind down” in the steam. At this specific location, they have everything. Cold room, dry sauna and steam room. The whole idea was to try them all. However, the reality is that we do it to fool around with some other horny boys.

Everyone who goes there after their workouts are in the same kinda mind-set/mood, looking for the next ultimate sex experience that involves a bit of risk and challenge. My friend and I learned the hard way that what easy comes, easy goes. So, patience is the key to success in this business lol, plus reading the right cues and act based on them, but also sending the right signals to the “targets” such as walking naked while you are stepping out of the rooms to go to the next one or leaving a gap in the stall curtain, so anyone who is interested can see what you are doing with you junk. Valuable and subtle signals that show you are part of the cruising team.

This time around, the action in this place was evident. It was being rubbed in our faces as when you are running into exactly something that you are looking for and deserve. We went straight to the steam room and noticed some tension in the air, some abnormal agitation that usually is not that explicit.

One hot, well-built white guy. Amazing physique similar to a diver’s body and swimwear model. His back covered in freckles all the way down to his plump butt. Towel grabbed in a way to only cover his dick. He kept walking in and out the steam room to tease the thirsty crowd. Another gentleman was tagged along to him. A blond attractive guy, less muscly than his partner in crime, but I can tell he was the master-mind behind that naughty behaviour. The one pulling the strings. They were doing everything together.

So, by the time they walked out of the steam, people started looking around (at each other) to read everyone’s reaction. To confirm what our eyes were looking at what was actually happening. However, no one would pronounce a single word. In this case, the mood was already set. No words needed when our body language said it all.

I knew I had to do something cuz I am against being as passive-aggressive as the rest of the people. If you want something, at least you have to try to see if there is something in return. I couldn’t stand being seated there and just be part of the audience. I wanted to be on the main stage. I wanted to be part of the show and take action on whatever it needed to make it happen.

I looked at my friend straight in the eyes for a few second to let let him know that I was coming strong. So, these two guys went to take a shower, togayther, at the very last stall. Curtain was half opened and I was there starring at them, naked, while they were making out and rubbing their bodies against one another waiting for another hot body to join.

At the beginning, they didn’t notice my presence cuz I didn’t want to interrupt. When they saw me, they flinched. They looked at me from head to toe as if they were scanning every inch of my sweaty body. Then, they looked at each other to approve. Once I gat their consent without saying one single word, I joined them in the shower.

Andres
@arancavar

FAVOURITE HORNY THING | THE FIVE SENSES
WRITTEN BY JOHN THAI

As a highly sensual being, it is often my five senses that promptly activate my erotic impulses. To best answer this horny question, I’m turning to my primal senses; Sight, sound, scent, touch and taste.

Let’s begin with sight. It’s the fleshy, round, thick protuberances that make up the muscular bicep and armpit that instantly activate my cock — And it’s been this way since about ten years old. It was at a very young age that I became fascinated with body hair, and I would wager that my own smooth body forced this lustful perversion and curiosity. I remember vividly how my eyes would widen at the rare glimpse of a hairy armpit on the playground, and nearly three decades later, seeing a muscular armpit still holds me in a state of erotic trance.

Enter the locker room and surely you will hear the sound of piss splashing loudly into a toilet bowl. Follow the warm stream to its source and you’ll discover which fleshy, soft cock is unfurled behind a swinging door. Which sweaty man is experiencing the euphoric satisfaction of a desperate release? Could I catch a glimpse as it’s tugged and shaken to release its final drops before being tucked raw into nylon gym shorts? The crude sound of piss stimulates the imagination, and the imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

In the very same locker room is the scent that sticks to the inside of my nostrils as it did at the age of thirteen. At first introduction, the smell of a locker room invoked a sense of panic, fear, and anxiety. Now, the smell invokes a sense of anticipation. The combination of sweat and pheromones is the cocktail that stimulates my desire.

Graze my chest to find a newly activated erogenous zone — I have recently become hard wired. As it turns out, nobody was squeezing hard enough.

And finally, taste. While I’m unable to place its origin, it’s the taste of cigarettes on a man’s breath that put my salivary glands into overdrive. Is it a fascination with older men? European men? The taste of cigarettes is accompanied with a vivid visualization; The rebellious daddy blowing smoke into my mouth, followed by a wad of spit. But while I love the taste, please keep the smoke out of my closet.

John Thai
@__johnthai

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AM I A SLUT?
Written by Alexis de Bonis

I fucked a 42 years old man
I do hot cam
I send nudes 

Am I a slut ? 

I did a sextape 
I watched porn 
I did dirty talk 

Am I a slut ? 

I sucked a man in the woods at night 
I took a one hour train to get fucked 
I kissed him

Am I a slut ? 

I am a top
I jerked of on his feet
I got a facial 

Am I a slut ? 

I wanked with a men in his cellar while his girlfriend was waiting for him in it’s apartment 
I did edging 
I spit in his mouth 

Am I a slut ? 

I got insulted 
I fingered him until he came 
I made him beg for my dick 

Am I a slut ? 

I got breed 
I swallowed 
I did rimmimg 

Am I a slut ? 

I went to the backrooms 
I am a bottom 
I choked him 

Am I a slut ? 

I did a threesome 
I wanked him in the cinema 
I like hugs 

Am I a slut ? 

I played with his balls 
I got fucked in doggystyle 
I moaned 

Am I a slut ? 

I don’t care. 

I loved it all and 
This is just the beginning.

Alexis de Bonis 
@alexis_debonis

A HORNY DAY AT THE MUSEUM
WRITTEN BY MARK
@pompideuce

It never occured to me art spaces could be latent spaces for sex adventures until one trip to New York. 8 years ago I decided to go to MoMA PS1 to do my annual round of gallery crawls to see contemporary art. It was a hot and sticky August day and the moment I walked in I noticed a man darting eyes at me. I chalked it off as him noticing my overly perspired face and chest.

As I took off my plaid shirt and into a tank top I noticed his gaze laser focused on me like an aperture. I thought 'oh this man is into me'. Bless New York men for being so much more blatant with their horny intent. Perhaps the constant influx of people is what propels them to act. After all, the likelihood that a New Yorker will see the same person again is practically nil.

He was handsome and older, in transition to daddy status. Dark hair with salt and pepper accents, broad-shouldered, maybe a bit on the bookish side. The kind that collects mid-century furniture, has a Criterion channel subscription, but covertly has a proclivity for piss play. That's my read anyway...

I smiled politely, maybe even smiled a millisecond longer than usual, and kept walking into the depths of the gallery. When I'm taking in art I get into a very different head space of appreciation - an analytical one rather than a visceral, horny one. But the way he looked at me with a sniper's eye and the most subtle grin charged the space in a way that left me hot and distracted.

I was walking through the evocative paintings of Maria Lassnig, and there he was always 10 steps back trading glances between the canvases and me. I can feel my throat gulp in realization 'oh shit, I'm being cruised'.

To be prayed on in a place of beauty was stiffening in every way. The space itself had long been a public school prior to becoming an exhibition space. In a way this also added to the transgressiveness of it all. Who hasn't had a teacher-student fantasy... I never thought to mix cruising and art. Nevertheless, here I was deciding to move my chess piece with gestures so to speak.

He looked, I returned back a look. He smirked, I bit my bottom lip with a smile. A tennis match of flirting and impropriety I lived for. I lifted my shirt slightly and feigned a scratch for him to see the gutter lines of my torso. I saw him noticeably bulging through the right side of his pants where he strategically patted himself. Suddenly breathing felt like an effortful endeavor.

This cat and mouse game went on for at least a dozen rooms. There were gorgeous images of male bodies on the walls, almost taunting my inner psyche. As the corridors progressively darkened I followed him into the washroom knowing full well what was about to happen. A mixture of horny elation and fear. I felt alive.

Mark
@pompideuce

HORNY ARTIST STATEMENT
bumaón - a tagalog word meaning to penetrate or to sink in

Bumaón is a ceramic body of work that explores the idea of vessels in relation to the curves and orifices of the body. It is an interrogation of the ceramic artform as one of historical prestige into a playful medium that infuses humor and levity in creating masturbatory forms leveraging the debasement and beauty of the hole.

WHAT MAKES ME HORNY, AN INCOMPLETE LIST
WRITTEN BY JOEL SOMEONE

It’s hard for me to pin point what makes me horny, I know that sounds silly. It’s something that I wish I could, it would certainly make creating pornography easier. My sexuality is kind of a minefield of awkwardness, I remember always being horny, quickly needing to run to a restroom or get home to the comfort of my porno collection.

When I was younger it was the forbidden qualities sodomy teased at. Seeing someone I liked in person appreciating their humanity. Then wanting to fuck them in the ass. Then the inevitable spiral of shame that followed.

Conversation makes me horny, someone engaging and able to excite and seduce me with their words without being overtly vulgar, someone who can lead a conversation in and out of the inappropriate. Showing compassion and heart and still remain a virile and strong person.

I like being able to share life experiences and hearing someone’s opinions that are not overly sharpened and mean, more so quick witted and thoughtful. Talking about almost anything in this manner can make me rock hard from the possibility of compatibility.

Joel Someone
@joel_someone

HORNY MUSIC PLAYLIST | DISCORAPHY
WRITTEN BY RAPHAEL SANCHEZ

”I don’t want to be a freak but I can’t help myself” -Dynasty, 1979

House, techno, electronica, disco, post-disco, uk garage, jersey club…the list goes on. I want to say that music makes me horny but it’s more than that. Dancing, acceptance, and freedom - not to mention the smell of sweat, perfume, and poppers in the air. What gets me horny is the peak moments on the dance floor, there’s a lack of inhibitions created through a rhythmic theory of escape. A space for infinite possibilities, for different ways of living. More than the music, the parties, and the stimulants, it’s the crossover and diversity that whips everything together perfectly.

Raphael Sanchez
@Discoraphy

Watch Discoraphy spin at New Ho Queen: Rabbit Hole (@newhoqueen) this Saturday, January 21st, 2023 for their Lunar New Year party.

Nobuo Uematsu - Turk’s Theme
Mr. Fingers - Mystery of Love
Mr. 69 - Phreky MF (Mike Dunn’s Phreak MixX)
Sylvester - Sell My Soul
Lizzo - About Damn Time (Purple Disco Machine Extended Remix)
Beyoncé & Madonna - BREAK MY SOUL (THE QUEENS REMIX)
Disclosure - Expressing What Matters
Lil’ Louis - I’m Hot for You (Original No Offence Mix)
Agoria, Carl Craig, La Scalars - Speechless (Gesaffelstein Remix)
DJ Koze - I Want To Sleep (Maelstrom Edit)
Purple Disco Machine - Emotion
Nobuo Uematsu - Tears Of The Moon
Honey Dijon, Cakes Da Killa - Catch The Beat (Derrick’s Black Catcher Vocal)
Rahsaan Patterson - 6AM (Silk House Mix)
Jody Finch - Jack Your Big Booth (BHQ Acid Vocal)
Kylie Minogue - Can’t get you out of my head (Peggy Gou’s Midnight Remix)
Soulsearcher - Feelin’ Love (Soulsearcher Club Mix)
Timmy Vegas - Call My Name
Art Department - Mind Made Up
Cerrone - Give Me Love
DJ Technics - Who’s Dick Is This
Ultra Nate - Free (Full Intention Sugar Daddy Dub Mix)
Nobuo Uematsu - Odeka Ke Chocobo

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Discoraphy DJ mix for Christopher Shermans Horny Newsletter Issue 07

Q&A WITH A PARIS PIGGY DADDY
WRITTEN BY JULIEN
@Julescab

What is your FAVOURITE BOOK that makes you horny? and why? 
I don't have favorite books but some of them helped me to believe in the power of love and sex between men, without feeling guilty. Reading them, when I was teenager/young adult in the late 80's, built my self-confidence.  

I can quote: “Tale of the city” (Armistead Maupin) and “A home at the end of the world” (Michael Cunningham). These books don't make me feel horny but they made me feel alive in a judgmental society (the 90’s), when being gay was not something cool. 

What is your FAVOURITE ARTIST OR PIECE OF ART that makes you horny? and why? 
All the TOM OF FINLAND drawings, by Touko Valio Laaksonen. The power of outfits, muscles, mustaches, hairy bodies, inhibited male sex, dom/sub relations, etc. My idea of ideal sex life   

What is your FAVOURITE MOVIE that makes you horny? and why?
Without any doubt, CRUISING with Al Pacino (released in 1980). I was 10 when I first watched it, by chance, alone during one sleepless evening. I was obsessed by the story, the actors, the music, the atmosphere. Everything talked to me instantly. It was like a revelation. Alpha/beta men, dancing fearless, sweating, enjoying men's scents, leather, jockstraps, darkrooms, etc. From this moment, I knew I would be proud of who I am no matter what: kinky and manly forever. This was the perfect representation of my sexuality, without even enjoying it at this time.  

What is your FAVOURITE SONG / MUSIC VIDEO that makes you horny? and why? 
EROTICA by Madonna. The music, the lyrics, the video: all is pure sex spirit, that feeds my nasty pervert side. 

What is your FAVOURITE BRAND that makes you horny? and why? 
Tom FORD, forever. No need to explain why. His name means porn chic elegance and super manly outfits. 

What is your FAVOURITE CITY that makes you horny? and why? 
Berlin, for “Berghain Club” and for the best fetish sex parties. 

Madrid, for the sex spirit of the city and for "My Pleasure" parties I attended to. Men, music, mindset... everything is so "Caliente"! 

Miami, for one afternoon sex pool party in 2014, that could have changed my life, if I would have accepted the offer from a porn studio. Never say never.

What is your FAVOURITE PLACE ON EARTH that makes you horny? and why?
A beach, anywhere during summer: sun, sand, heat, salt sea, tanned skins, speedos, naked feet, wave noises, smoking weed.... The perfect mix to make me naturally so fucking horny. 

FAVOURITE HORNY CITY | ROME
WRITTEN BY DREW BATHORY

then men, the sky, the smells, the food, the tastes, the streets, the trees. fuck.

it’s hard to put into words - it’s a feeling. the way the sunsets on the backbone of that city and kisses everything with a golden shower of warmth and fire.

there’s a confidence that the guys I met there embodied. a knowing who they were and what they had to offer that rooted me in my worth and felt like remembering.

kisses that dropped me to my knees.
quality of conversation and care between cumshots suspended time (once was never enough). 

dark eyes and leather belts, the passion and pleasure, a history of love and war. something in the pulse there feels different. my blood runs hotter.

the pleasure I felt in that city was deep. 
ancient. impeccable. healing.

drew bathory
@drewbathory

Content warning: this story will talk about child sexual abuse, transphobia and rape

FAVOURITE HORNY VIDEO | SELF MADE PORN
WRITTEN BY BABYDILF

It would have to be a video of me getting fucked by this 26 year old, Straight Aussie Firey (Aussie slang for Fireman) in my gloryhole in the midst of our COVID lockdown here in Naarm (Melbourne), Australia back in September 2021.

The video looks like any other gloryhole videos that you may have seen online: it’s minimalist, drenched in libido and lit by my phone’s camera. You see nothing else but his big, white cock sliding in and out of my pussy, accompanied by a symphony of grunts, moans and bodies slamming against a solid-wooden door. It runs for 6 minutes and 42 seconds.

There’s just something about that memory for me and who this person ends up being in my life that makes me feel all sort of things.

See, Firey found my gloryhole at a time in my life where I was going through a lot of things: I was finally able to talk to my psychologist about being raped as a kid; I was starting to introduce the idea of kink into my sex life, and I finally started to recognise the transness of my own identity. 

Seeking therapy is like holding up a high-definition mirror in-front of you and I was scared of a lot of things that I was finding out about myself. I used to pride myself as someone who knew themselves quite well but doing this exercise made me question and dig dip about who I truly am. Am I more than just a hole, sir? 

Connecting with the Firey reminded me how powerful and healing sex can be. How you can use it as a medium for self-exploration and self-actualisation — especially when done with someone who knows how to respect your boundaries and sees and accepts you without question.

It took us almost a couple of months until I was ready to take the wall down for him. I didn’t realise how much transphobia I’ve exhibited and internalised until I saw myself as trans and this in itself became another wall that stopped me from connecting with my lover.

“I’m not sure,” I said to him one day.

“I just don’t look like all these trans femmes that you see online. I’m not skinny, I’m not white, and I don’t think I’m femme enough,” my voice beaten. 

Subconsciously, I was writing the rules of a race that I won’t win in. 

When I suggested he wore a blindfold, he made no hesitations and accepted my offer. 

Time never mattered with us when we’re together. We turned each other on. His touch, my spit, the way he talks, the way we make each other feel. It was heaven on earth. I didn’t know love’s cousin, desire, could also be blind.

During one of his visits, and just after he blew a week’s worth of cum deep inside me, he whispered in my ear, “if you let me take the blindfold off, I’ll fuck you again.”

At that point, I just said, fuck it, I can’t keep on running away from myself.

“You can take the blindfold off, honey.”

I wish I could bottle that moment. 

I’ve never seen someone so turned on by me that he ended making love with me harder than he did the first.

“I already knew that I was going to love this,” he said to me mid-way. “I just want you to know that you’re perfect just the way you are.”

BabyDilf
linktr.ee/Babydilf

WHAT MAKES ME HORNY | EXPLORING MYSELF
WRITTEN BY SHANE

I didn’t move far when I left the suburbs.

If anything, it felt like I didn’t move at all–at first. 

During the height of the pandemic in June 2020, I moved out from my parent’s place for the first time, except I stuck to the same routine I had when I lived with them. Work. Eat. Survive. Jerk off.

Moving out should have been more exciting because what was the point of living the same suburban life in the city? It seemed like I was resigned to being a metrosexual through-and-through. I’m defining it as someone who took public transit because there was nothing sexy about using the TTC when I finally lived in the city. 

I would daydream about moving out when I lived at home. I could escape the suburbs filled with closet-case married daddies and 18-year olds who couldn’t tell between lust and love. I would finally have the chance to meet gay people without the CSI: Las Vegas opening theme playing whenever I logged on to Grindr.

All I wanted to do was explore. Explore men; explore relationships; explore my sexuality. I was excited for it all, however, the pandemic made things difficult. I did end up finding little joys here and there, even a couple FWB-situationships that were good for the moment, but those didn’t last either.

Don’t get me wrong, it was nice being able to bring guys over without worrying about what my parents thought. I just wanted more. I wanted actual dates, not ones in someone’s living room. I wanted to attend in-person events catered to queer people, not a makeshift rave down by a waterlogged beach. It was only after June 2022’s Pride festival that I actually felt like all of this was a possibility. Our lives were returning back into some semblance of normalcy and for the next several months I explored just like how I wanted to explore from the start.

Even writing this right now I am still exploring to this day and while I am grateful for all the villages I pillaged (read: slept with questionable men), I know there’s much more to conquer and move on to. Yeehaw!

Shane
Linktree @Sameshanedifferentday

FAVOURITE HORNY POEM | STOLEN HEART BY ARTHUR RIMBAUD
WRITTEN BY SILVIO VALLATI

I’ll be brief, the beauty of sharing poetry is that the work speaks for itself. What I will say of Arthur Rimbaud is that his queerness is so central to his mythos. I’ll leave it to you to research his notorious relationship with fellow poet, Paul Verlaine. But beyond this simple relation to him, I will also say is that it’s a great thing to draw as a poet from one another. To be a part, however small, of this great tapestry that stretches millennia. Echos endlessly reverberating in the ether. To leave records in words. It’s almost as if your works have conversations. You begin to see yourself in the light that someone, long dead, emits. Through reading Rimbaud’s letters I gained the confidence to refer to myself as a poet. An innate quality that I had all along, a certain way of seeing, of conversing with the world. Just as Dorthy says when finally she returns to Kansas, “If I ever go in search of my own heart’s desire, I won’t look any further than my own backyard.” Art in its purest form allows you to be, to pull back the curtain and recognize what is already there. A horny and titillating adventure for any and all who dare.

Silvio Vallati
@silviotonie

STOLEN HEART
By Arthur Rimbaud
Translated by Wyatt Mason

My sad heart drools on deck,
A heart splattered with chaw:
A target for bowls of soup,
My sad heart drools on deck:
Soldiers jeer and guffaw.
My sad heart drools on deck,
A heart splattered with chaw!

Ithyphallic and soldierly,
Their jeers have soiled me!
Painted on the tiller
Ithyphallic and soldierly.
Abracadabric seas,
Cleanse my heart of this disease.
Ithyphallic and soldierly,
Their jeers have soiled me!

When they've shot their wads,
How will my stolen heart react?
Bacchic fits and bacchic starts
When they've shot their wads:
I'll retch to see my heart
Trampled by these clods.
What will my stolen heart do
When they've shot their wads?

May 1871

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