The Candle Ritual

 [H/T: ultrawolvesunderthefullmoon]

Bernard Faucon, ‘Parco I’ (1987)

Wendla Soldan-Brofeldt, 'Fishermen with Net'

 

Lehnert, Tunisian

André Gide writes

There was nothing constrained here, nothing precipitate, nothing doubtful; there is no taste of ashes in the memory I keep. My joy was unbounded, and I cannot imagine it greater, even if love had been added. 

How could love have entered into this? How could I have left my heart at the mercy of desire? My pleasure was quite free from ulterior motives and was not to be succeeded by any remorse. But then what name can I give to the transports with which I crushed in my bare arms this perfect little body, wild, burning, sensual and mysterious? 

Long after Mohammed had left me I stayed there in a state of quivering jubilation, and although I had reached the summit of pleasure five times with him I revived my ecstasy many more times, and back in my hotel room I relived its echoes until morning.

[H/T: Greek Love - Pederasty Through the Ages - The initiation of André Gide]

[H/T: Gay Cults]

The Warren Cup. Roman, c.10 AD.

I do find it amusing that this is described as "the gay Holy Grail", when on the other side it literally depicts a man sodomising a child.