A large part of the book deals with an initiation ceremony for the local just-xi'paals. The rest of the book is a local geography, some history of the border conflicts between Brazil and Venezuela, and an overview of Native culture, with extensive charts explaining clan relations and interactions.
Now, beyond the obvious- “Hey, they have a boy's initiation there as well-”, the author keeps repeating one sentence that got stuck in my head: “they fondle each other's genitals”. This is not a part of the reported initiation proceedings, as might be expected, but as the normal way males greet each other.
When two males of the same maloca, or longhouse see each other after a separation, they cup each other's testicles, and hug torsos with their free arms. An ear or cheek kiss is not unusual, either. When males of different malocas meet each other, they fondle each other's genitalia while complimenting each other on their looks and abilities. Most times, this play goes on until ejaculation. Even when the visitors are in the host maloca, genital fondling between the groups is quite common, probably to strengthen bonds.
Now remember, that Natives in the region don't wear much- either a breech-clout/loincloth, or a woven belt into which they tuck the foreskin, so the penis is worn up. Nudity is no problem, there is no neuroses about the human body or sexuality. Also, males and females occupy separate different places in the maloca if they even live in the same maloca. Even in a co-ed maloca, the visiting males would sleep in a designated, private men's area, away from the non-males, and the smaller children.
These behaviors match what still go on in Papua New Guinea (despite the missionaries' best efforts), and not too long ago went on in China (remember the “Boxers”- the Society of Righteous Fists in Harmony), Sudan, parts of Congo, and Northern Australia among the Natives there. It also matches historical data on the NiTaino peoples, and Owasco and Mohawk as, well as the Arthurian-era Britons and Irish. Can you imagine any of this happening today? Even in a “gay” bar or encampment, even if there was non-stop meat-rack cruising going on?
Instead of the usual exhaustive examples, proof, and discussion, I am going to jump right into it- What the fuck is wrong with us?What the fuck is wrong with us that we think the sacred human male body and it's sacred masculine functions are dirty and offensive?
What the fuck is wrong with us that we are ashamed and fearful of our own arousal, attraction, and sacred connection?
What the fuck is wrong with us that we are afraid of connecting, weaving, and sharing with each other body, mind, or spirit, without violence or conquest being involved?
What the fuck is wrong with us that we allow greedy, power-hungry, demonic politicians masquerading as “clergy” to dictate our lives and what we can do to us?
What the fuck is wrong with us that we allow another person to step in and separate us from our Creator?
What the fuck is wrong with us that we allow our sons' and our own bodies to be marked and mutilated (especially our sacred masculine organs) for Moloch?
What the fuck is wrong with us that even after we understand the traps and neurotic limitations, we still allow ourselves to stay in them, why are we afraid of freedom and direct connection with the Creation?
What the fuck is wrong with us that on a planet of 7.4 BILLION people (3.5 billion or so being males) that we are still so hurt, alone, and feeling disconnected?
All of these questions are tied into each other, and are intended to be somewhat rhetorical. You already know the answers, we all do. The cheap argument that “we don't do those things here” doesn't hold water. If that argument is taken to it's extreme- we are different than everyone else- then it is also an admission that we are not human, as the rest of humanity throughout history and all over the world show and practice these traits. And if we're not human anymore, what are we? Don't allow mindless semantics to corrupt you here, you most certainly are human. Belief in an imperial corporate deity does not instantly (or not even at all) transcend you to some magic Shangri-La or supra-human status. You are still one of us, no matter what your mythology tells you. The minute you accept and deal with being human, you will feel much better about yourself, and you will be able to connect with those Bronkeys around you, your true full masculine heritage, and the loving Bronkeys around you.
That bothersome tickle of “Wow, I wish I could do that” and continuing need to weave with other men in a substantial way inside you is not going away any time soon. You are only hurting yourself by denying and preventing it. I have been finding consistently that if you approach other males in a totally open, totally authentic, non-hunting, non-predatory way (and I don't mean apologetic or nervous), they are just as open and affectionate. Sometimes a bit of patience is required as their programming and shielding is re-calibrated, but they are there, in their near interiors, wanting to cuddle, play, and be nuzzled just as much, even the well-pussied “straight” guys.Once again, Bronkeys are EVERYWHERE. We're not even a special breed apart. We're just the ones who have chosen to allow themselves to be freely and totally human and male again.
I'd like to properly say hello, but you haven't opened your pants yet... I promise that even though it's winter here, my hands are warm.
- Joaquin Cacimarex in Sewaornock, Manahatouac.
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