Chakra Orgasm & a review by Misti Mallory Rainwater

Here's a short piece by Misti Mallory Rainwater, alpha bitch & author of several books forthcoming from Posthuman Poetry. 

Chakra Orgasm + Book By My Brilliant Fiance

5:22 a.m. 23 March 026 Monday

The phone sex (I know I'm 53! FUCK OFF!) with David is the best I have ever experienced. He's the only man  who has ever made me cum with his voice. Today I experienced an incredible CHAKRA ORGASM without vibrator or fingers. I felt the energy flow from my throat to my cunt & ass. I AM ALIVE & deeply in love. Gracias, multiverse.

I scribbled down my favorite quotes and poem from David C. McLean's (DADDY) Kali Breathes This Fire.

You should purchase this book if you haven't already. As I devoured the words I thought, "Fuck me. I'm from Texas.
And I'm going to marry this brilliant Welsh motherfucker."

"Lalita does not like to watch reruns."

"Kali is the plane of immanence in the ontological sense of that term, the unpresentable substructure of space, just as She is the substructure of time as the eternal return. She is the Dark Mother, dark matter, She sustains everything, She contains everything - & this text itself is written by a tiny worthless spark of Her as it struggles to return home and burn there within Her, where I always already am."

"There is no quiescent end state. What Mother Kali tells us is something like 'You are meat and beast forever, so deal with the blood & the red sexual flesh'."

"So Kali is all that is real. In The Nirvana Tantra we are told that gods like Brahma, Vishnu, & Shiva rise up in Her like bubbles in the sea, only to ultimately disappear: only She perdures."

"Carnists don't get to ascend. It is normal to be vegetarian or vegan in Shaktism though, & substitutes are common."

it is made of words

it is made of words, a sexual context, & depressive is nipple this insidious position, when the horsemen ride some savage sunrise, every plague a mania, & cum us sunset love enough to win them their pigeon invisible

 it is made of words & embers, & yet what matters is the fire, is that Kali screams inside the meat, like seagulls singing intensity & sexual: this is all that means anything, the savage blood & the scream it sings

(Misti Rainwater, author of Fuckerbutt Happy Time)