Vulturing. It seems like you learn something new every day, whether you want to or not. Dear God what a world we live in.
Still, you can’t fault the quality of
‘s writing, can you?And you can’t fault the sincerity of the STSC’s commitment to showcase weird and wonderful writing. You won’t find stuff like this in many other places, let me tell you.
Enjoy.
TJB.
My longest-running sexual fantasy is to be Vultured.
Vulturing requires two people; a “me” and a “you.” I will be the one to play dead, you can be the bird. Dress yourself in feathers and squat-walk awkwardly around my body; hovering and observing.
I am the fresh meat to your beak.
I am your shock and flee.
You lack a voice box, as vultures do, so you are quiet; just like I like.
I am newly not of this earth, yet undecayed; just like you like.
If my eyes were open, they’d beg you to pick at me - nothing but tongue and talon.
A brush of feather on my breast.
A clutch of claw at my thigh.
How deep inside my body will you dive your vulture head to gorge out your emptiness?
How still will I stay?
And for how long?
Before you drench my belly in frozen petroleum?
The longer this fantasy goes unfulfilled the more I wonder if it is even sexual at all. I’ve never been naked in my dreams of being Vultured. Nudity isn’t required when the imagined feel of a beak confidently breaking the barrier of my skirt brings me to climax.
When we forget to separate sex from the body, we become so sexualized that we are terrified of our own corpoREALITY.
The anuses take the brunt of this sexual tethering.
Two examples from the past week:
My girlfriend who is overwhelmed with anxiety at the idea of shitting on vacation with the guy she is fucking.
And
My friend who after a week of covid-induced constipation refused to even entertain the perineal massage I suggested. He chose to drink a gallon of coffee instead.
Why is the relaxation and release of sex allowed, but the relaxation and release of shitting or taint massage is something to avoid?
Maybe being Vultured is more about vulnerability. The ability to stay prey as someone sees you, smells you, learns you. That is some scary shit. I am as afraid of you seeing me as most people are afraid of their anuses.
But wait, in one fell descent to earth, it occurs to me. . . . what if the reason no one has ever agreed to Vulture me is because it IS sexual!? Maybe the blend of sex and death is even more detested than the combination of sex and animals, and Vulturing requires both. Have I been the obstacle to the satisfactions of my own curiosity?
I was a darting bird of passerine origin searching for someone to see me.
Vultures don’t break the morning like robins. They communicate through carrion. You cannot call, you cannot tell, your Wake will sniff me on your breath as I lie here still with the anticipatience of being Vultured.
Embroidered vulture of innertubes made by me
Here we go again. Disturbing. And brilliant. I often wonder if I’m fucked up enough to be a good writer, lol.
I couldn't help but notice the similarity between the word vulture and vulnerable. Now I wonder if they share the same root. And sure as heck they do! (look it up) No Coincidences. Trilety is amazing!