Hole Play Does not Define Gay - A Hole Healing Journey

To the ‘Bros’… the Jabroyos, to all those who call hole touches as an act of gayness, Your hole being touched is not gay.

“Let it be” like the beatles.

This declaration is a statement as I’ve heard such nonsense over countless years: Hole play doesn’t define gay.

Many are missing out. You heard me. Yes the guy who says, “bro that’s gay” the second anyone mentions the word ass while living in a self-imposed pleasure prison.

I’m here to hand you the key.

Welcome to the reclamation Revolution.

Let’s address the elephant in the room (or the touch of a hole):

“If a touch goes near a man’s ass, he’s gay.”

False. Dumb. Fear-based. Over.

Here’s the truth:

• Pleasure is not gay.

• Pleasure is not straight.

• Pleasure is human.

Your asshole has 8,000 nerve endings … more than your fingertips. That’s not an opinion. That’s anatomy.

Yet, millions of men walk around pretending their own body is a no-fly zone because some locker room bro in 8th grade said “that’s gay.”

Congratulations. You let a 13-year-old bully write your pleasure script for life.

The Philosophy of the Rimjob or similar (Yes, Really)

I Personally feel most comfortable still with myself.

My whole stress journey that was breaking me all started with my hole. yea.

This isn’t just about getting your ass touched. I’ve actually needed years of physical therapy (pelvic floor dysfunction) this time for *extreme* tension. I was the youngest patient in their 40 year practice they had ever seen. It usually happens around 40 to 50 and almost always woman. It helped me dive deep into meditation, mindfulness, and be aware of my muscles.

I was in high-school and my problems finally led me to where they internally insert their finger into your releasing pressure points. Biofeedback, all of it, for weeks. all the works.
I didn’t even realize I was clenching, it’s something that builds over years… I had a 7 figure business in highschoool, wrestling captain, much more, and I didn’t even let my near 3 year GF touch my ass as I didn’t care to.

I needed it, and it made me wonder why the pleasureful prostate is in men’s anus? Hm.

I was forced into it not realizing I was managing so much at the time clenching my pelvic floor and more constantly. It started there, and they called it general tension disorder with no real answers until I found this hole specialist. This has spurred 10s and 10s of hospital visiting thinking i was dying/organs failing.

Stress is one of the biggest killers.

This is philosophical coaching. Let’s break it down:

Epicurus: Pleasure = The Highest Good

Epicurus wasn’t talking about kale smoothies likely although some are like a mouthgasm. He was *certainly* talking about the more intense pleasures lol. Pleasure isn’t a sin. It’s ethics. Nietzsche: Become Who You Are

“No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.”

Your bridge includes your ass.
Own it.
Lick it.
Let it be licked.
Become the man who says “yes” to his own body.

If you want.

She had her childrens photos on the desk next us and was weird but they should know she was doing gods work.

Lao Tzu: Return to the Source

“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.”

But the asshole that can be rimmed is the eternal Tao.

It’s the root chakra, the gate to the unconscious, the 12th house portal where your shadow meets your pleasure.

Stop blocking the flow.

The Astrology of the Ass

We’re in Scorpio season (Oct 23 – Nov 21).
Scorpio rules:

• Sex

• Death

• Transformation

• The asshole

This is not a coincidence. This is a cosmic download. Your 12th house (mine too) and it’s screaming:

“FACE YOUR SHADOW. EMBRACE IT. LET IT EMBRACE YOU BACK.”

The universe might be handing you a heart shaped finger invitation to transcend bro-culture and enter pleasure nirvana.

The Nature Connection (Yes, This Ties In)

Remember my last post?

Too many people never touch grass. Sand. Dirt.

They live in the concrete jungle, disconnected from the universe they’re made of. Your asshole is part of that universe.

It’s earth. It’s flesh. It’s star stuff.

When you let your wife (or partner, or yourself) are up for it and explore it, you’re reconnecting to nature in the most intimate way possible. Forest therapy reduces anxiety by 1000%+.

Rimjob therapy?

Let’s just say the stats are off the charts.

The Rimjob Revolution Manifesto (Your Coaching Framework)

Join the movement. Here’s my 5-step plan:

1. Admit the Fear
   “I’ve been scared of my own ass because of bro culture.”

2. Educate Yourself
   Read Epicurus. Watch Scorpio szn. Touch grass. Touch ass.

3. Talk to Your Partner
   “Babe, I want to try something. No judgment. Just pleasure.”

4. Receive (Or Give)
   Start slow. Use lube. Use music. Use trust.

5. Preach
   Tell one bro. Start the chain reaction.

6. Ascend.

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The Final Word (From a 100% Hetero Man Who Knows)

I’m not gay.
I’m not bi.
I’m not “confused.”

With that said, I’m awake and comfortable.

I’ve stared into the abyss with visions shining right through my hole / asshole and it stared back with 8,000 nerve endings of pure joy.

You can keep your shame.

I’ll keep my wife’s tongue, it’s already in a jar. JK!

The Rimjob Revolution starts with you.

Drop your pleasure anthem in the comments.

Tag a bro who needs this.

& remember:

It’s not for everyone but let’s not make ridiculous mental gymnastic conclusions.

“Carry on, my wayward son... there’ll be peace when you are done...
...with fearing your own ass.”

— Kansas (remixed by me)

Peace be upon your taint and hole, and soul.

-The Astral Flame 🔥