Those of us sufficiently evolved to embrace fully the concept that filth, in all of its manifestations, can only enhance our persons and our personalities, find neither abuse nor humiliation in submission or subjection to supposed defilement by filth.

Those who seek to abuse, to defile, and to humiliate us through what is thought to be a coercive subjection to filth have a fundamental misunderstanding of what filth is to us, what it means to us. Abuse is unnecessary pain inflicted sadistically. If no abuse is felt, no abuse is suffered. Coercion is futile where immediate, unrestrained, voluntary submission is forthcoming. If one seeks and relishes defilement as fulfilment, how can that not but delight? And humiliation – shame before strangers, friends, and family, i.e., public demeaning? Is there shame in joy? Is there shame in bliss? Is there shame in transcendence?

Filth does not make us filthy…A vast surrender is our only strength…Filth renders us invincible.

Invincibility is directly proportional to vulnerability. The height of one’s joy cannot exceed the depth of one’s sorrow. The breadth of one’s experience cannot exceed the narrowness of one’s focus.

Those who are both willing and able to surrender totally to and to revel thoroughly in the deep, intense, transformative allure of filth, through their voluntary submission to a depth and breadth of depravity rendering them vulnerable, a equal degree of invincibility is achieved.

I am a lifelong unrestrained faggot. I am also a lifelong shit eater and pee drinker. While living twenty-two years in francophone west and central-west Africa, I acquired malaria, which is still with me. By unrestrained, I mean that I take all cock, all cum, all men, all bareback. Every day, I am fucked by men who confess to being hiv+. Many more men, of course, make no such confession. I do not care. I do not ask. I love hot toxic cum and the men to shoot it deep inside me. Despite and still, though I test less frequently than advised, I remain negative.

Perhaps there is another reason for my apparent immunity to all sexually transmitted diseases. All over the world, without hesitation, without constraint, without any fear whatsoever, I take all cock offered or given to me, and beg for more. Is it the water? Is it the soil in and on which the foods that I eat are grown and raised? Am I just naturally immune, by some quirk of fate – the Higher Powers having ordained that I should be faggot, also ordained that I should be fearless?

I am fearless. I am emotionless. I think deeply. I feel deeply. I live disembroiled from the ravelled, choking maze of caution. I cultivate vulnerability. Shit and pee and as big a part of my life as cum. They are the perfect three-course meal. I consume them as foods, as nourishment, as nurture. I cannot get enough of them, and lower myself to any depth to get them. The result, together with the immense pleasure and joy they give me, is an invincibility.

Am I full of shit? You bet I am, and all the better for it.