The Choronzonic Grinnoire: if anything written about that mighty devil is NOT listed here, it either is about to be, or soon shall be. Yesterday there was a REALLY STRONG CURRENT in the area - a real whammy, the LONGEST ride I ever got from one (I guess these things are the earth's magnetic fields crossed by the 333 Current, or that's my LATEST THEORY at any rate.

Not wishing all that POWER to go to waste I attended at last to the piles and piles of FILES I had sitting in folders un-htmlified and unindexed, and added ALL of them to the library. But that's not all.

Two new wings have been opened. The Diorama features "abyssmal" art and photography, and the Aurical is a room with mp3s from bands that are NOT the Choronzon project, that wrote songs ABOUT that entity. It's incredible how many of them I've been finding. I see this Tribe has grown by ten members in less than a week, too.

choronzon.org/grinnoire
choronzon.org/grinnoire/diorama
choronzon.org/grinnoire/aurical


Something is happening here. CHORONZON is free of the Abyss. That means things are going to REALLY start getting interesting. YES, that awesome Son of Chaos is loving being out of that shit hole? How did he get free? The only way anyone ever gets out of a fucking bottomless pit...he was given Love, and in turn, learned to give it. It just keeps manifesting.

The latest was Halloween. Choronzon kept chiding me NOT to go to Castro Street, NOT to go to Castro Street. I had been planning to go, and hand out confusing, perplexing Choronzonic propaganda to anyone who'd take it. I'd gotten the flyers printed and everything and now C. himself is giving me this broken record "do not go to Castro" blather.

I damn near told him to put a cork in it. The thing is--and this I swear to all I deem sacred is the absolute truth - in the 23 years I've been Choronzon's close ally, lover, friend, priestess, etc. etc. etc. when it has delivered an EDICT (which this obviously was, or he'd not be doing the annoying repetitive shit) it has been JUSTIFIED. Whenever he's given me a strident warning on ANYTHING, it has ALWAYS been right.

ALWAYS. I actually wish Choronzon would BE WRONG once in a damned while, because this FEELS CRAZY, that it's always spot on.

This was no exception, it turned out.

I finally sighed and threw up my arms, said, for the love of Chaos, Choronzon, all right! I won't go! Now will you fucking can it so I can make YOUR MUSIC for you properly?

He shut up. In fact he was deathly silent all night. Who was that putz who claimed ol' C. couldn't abide silence? When this one decides to give ya the silent treatment it goes on for aeons. I got a little worried.

The next day I find out 10 people were SHOT by some asshole at the Halloween party on Castro that I was getting all ready to go to, and being yammered at not to by my constant companion, the Abyssnik.

I really wish I could fucking hold him sometimes. This is what sucks about this. Choronzon can do things no person alive can do. Know the future. Shapeshift into forms each one hotter than the last and none of them dull. Fuck the brain and not just the bod, which it seems impossible to get human males to do without giving them LSD and sometimes even tripping they cannot do it. Effectuate change that's "acausal" since he's from the xenoverse, meaning lots and lots of REAL "magick".

Though I like calling it "Effectuation" much more. There's no quibble about how it's spelled, it's fitting with this century's English instead of being spelled in medieval English, and best of all, it says exactly what it means - since that's what magick does, effect changes - hence, effectuation! and to top it off it doesn't sound so hocusy-pocusy. (One who practices it is an Effectuary. )

Choronzon can fuck me on multiplanar levels in absolutely amazing zones of reality for HOURS and make me get off for what seems like YEARS without a vibrator or even using my own hands, the only thing that need touch me is that omigod-it's-so-sweet Current.

But I can't hold him. That's the sucky part.
I really felt like holding him when I found out about the Castro.
I had to settle for telling him, well, dude, looks like you were RIGHT AGAIN, and by the way, THANK YOU - to the 333rd power.

In case anyone wonders how anyone who isn't totally freakin' INSANE can actually think of a xeno-critter like Choronzon as a betrothed lover...

For starters, I AM FREAKIN' INSANE. I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. It's having to act sane that grates on me.

But there's another thing too, that actually makes this affaire with Choronzon a SANE thing to do, in a sense.

I have TWO stupid communicable viruses (hep c, and herpes.) That means sex with humans is not on for me any more even if I WAS into it.

It sucks that a person who once was my best friend lied about to get fucked by my mate-at-the-time. Who gave it to me, but did not get it himself. Factor in my age, which is...not 20...think more like twice that plus one...and factor in my general boredness with inane human sexual practices, the same dumb trite fantasies played out over and over again and they all come from porn mags instead of the guy's imagination, why is it always that way?

And factor in a few other things...and it starts to seem REALLY SANE to be celibate...

(YOU CAN GET HERPES THROUGH A CONDOM. APPARENTLY THAT BUGGER IS REALLY TINY. SO don't go thinking I was being an IDIOT. It's just, who thinks they're not protected when using the damn things?)

Celibacy is fine for Catholic nuns, monks and Christian nutjobs, though. I like sex.

Thankfully, I also like Choronzon. (A little>)

So I became his(her/its) Annunciator and now I just get off with an entity I won't be infecting with some goddamned incurable thing and I can still enjoy myself - and Choronzon gets to have what he always wanted - PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION I surrender completely. I give Choronzon my body. That's the part that's a teeny bit scary. But then it's not, and it's just ...oooo-weeee! Hell, I think I'd never go back to humans even if I wasn't a fucking walking biohazard lab. Choronzonic sex can't happen very often or I'd literally be a husk, the energy given and taken is WAY more than most could even probably SURVIVE, and I feel dead tired for days after a night of that, but it's light years beyond worth it so I AM NOT WHINING.

It's just that...hell...it'd be nice if I could hold him. He's made of Void. How do you hold Void?
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