A gay SEX story: Black New World Order-Lee
What does it feel like to be an avatar of change? How does it feel to know that the dash, the space between your birthdate and your death date, the life you thought was yours to live, has been scripted and manipulated by forces that thrive off of your suffering? What does it feel like to know that you chose to come to this life to flip the script, to change the world, to know that your destiny, the path you were chosen to walk is so divinely blessed by the Goddess Mother that no one else, no other soul on the planet could be the vehicle for change that heals the world except you? Lee walks in those shoes. This is his story.
Time can be measured in two distinct phases. The Old World represents The Matrix, a world ruled by fear, shame, and guilt, it was a time when humanity was unknowingly imprisoned by Artificial Intelligence in a repeating loop of lies and suffering. The New World, a world created in Blackness, birthed in unconditional Love, is a world of peace and harmony for everyone and everything. The exact moment of transition when the consciousness of Earth transitioned from the Old World to the New, when Divine Consciousness defeated Artificial Intelligence, was the result of the Goddess Mother, the Creator of ALL focusing her all her energy, all her magick, all her power, and all of her Love into one specific point in time to free all her children from the Matrix. Some people call that moment Armageddon. The Mother of the Universe calls it a paradigmatic shift in consciousness, or The Shift for short. This is her story.
This love story is the first . . . and the last chapter in our story.
In the mental construct that was the Old World, the world built on racism and lies, Lee was white and male and that meant that he was gifted with privileges no one else had. His entire identity was based on the false belief that white men created the world, invented everything in it, and that anyone with a penis and pink skin was inherently superior to every other human being on the planet. The fallacy of white supremacy as a concept, the false belief that white people, but more specifically white men are the smartest, strongest, most moral, upstanding, inventive people on the planet birthed a condition that crippled humanity. White people are not inherently evil or racist in and of themselves. In fact, it is whiteness, the sickness and dysfunction that stems from the belief that God is a white man, that is the source of all the ills that plagued the planet, not white people.
In the Old World, language had been manipulated, flipped. We feared the dark and we praised the light. Humanity had been conditioned to have a knee-jerk hatred and fear of anything that was associated with the dark. But darkness was the source of life. Darkness was the womb of the Goddess Mother from which all creation was birthed. Rather than changing the language of the people, rather than say that we shun The Light, and we worship The Dark, we say that we renounce whiteness. Whiteness is the belief that God is outside us, whiteness is the belief that we have to beg God for favor. Whiteness is the false perception that we are individuals, separate, different and that lines drawn on a map make some people better than others, and that the bigger the number in the bank account the more value a person has. Whiteness is not a race, it is the opposite of The Goddess.
In the New World, we celebrate God, we love, we get high and we feel low. We are born at the beginning of our lives, and we die at the end. We speak of the past as an experience that formed a memory on a linear timeline. We speak of the future as the experiences we have not yet physically had. And we will use this language until such time as we transition to a greater understanding of truths.
For 57 Earthly revolutions around the Sun, Lee had lived a life of mundane mediocrity and linear anonymity. He was as average as any white man could be. Married, middle-class, gainfully employed, without any talent or skill that would distinguish him from any other white man; the prison of his own choosing was conformity. The concept of challenging the status quo never crossed his mind, he never once thought to question narrative because on a cellular level, he wanted so desperately to be everything that the narrative told him that he should be. If the Matrix was fueled by worker drones who never thought to think outside the box or color outside the lines, Lee was the direct current that powered the monster of mental enslavement.
The package that he came in was ordinary. He was not short, but he wasn’t tall either. He wasn’t fat, he wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t in shape or muscular. He wasn’t ugly but he would never turn any heads with his appearance. He was the not so proud owner of a very little, limp dick that couldn’t satisfy anyone but that fact didn’t stop him from pulling it every chance he got. He wasn’t poor but he absolutely was not rich. Lee, whose name could be easily interchanged with John, Chris, Bob, Mark, or Tom, represented the class of white men who didn’t possess the requisite characteristics of white masculinity to be considered Alphas, he was the poster boy for white men who were . . . average.
While Lee wasn’t exactly stupid, it needs to be said that he wasn’t intelligent by any stretch of the imagination either. He could learn information; he could learn tasks and procedures and follow instructions. He was completely competent at his job, but that didn’t make him intelligent. He wasn’t insightful, he did not possess the ability to see life’s complexities, he couldn’t think fast or reason well; more importantly, he lacked any sign of creativity. The Old World had people convinced that the ability to store facts and figures in your brain was a sign of intelligence. In truth, creativity and imagination are the true signs of genius and Lee lacked them both. He was a Hanged Man, a scarecrow whose brain had been washed to never get down off the north pole of white manhood, and he was thoroughly convinced that the Sun rose and set by his pretense of being a normal, good, white guy.
Unable to articulate his fears, unable to access the place that allowed him communion with his Divine Consciousness, Lee was the soulless tinman who had no connection to anything authentic or meaningful deep inside him, and who desperately wanted to feel something, anything other than the prison of mediocrity that suffocated him. He found that sensation in depravity.
Lee wallowed in a constant state of lust and sexual hunger where he needed to wear something other than the straight-lace, socially-conservative costume that he presented to the world. Any time he could feel pain, any time he could feel like he was disgusting and dirty, like he was the opposite of what he believed a white man should be, he felt alive. That set up the conundrum. He wanted desperately to be an Alpha Male: strong, virile, assertive, and a master of industry, a master of his fate, a god. He embodied feelings of submission, inferiority, shame, and guilt that constantly taunted him, convincing him that he was utterly damaged and worthless for not being what he was convinced other white men were. The result was a man who lied, cheated, who wallowed in the darkest of thoughts and fantasies, and who did everything in his power to make sure that his two identities never crossed.
And just like every other white man who suffered with a dual identity, who wore a mask of good to cover up the evil, Lee sought to fulfill his insatiable sexual appetite on the internet, on porn sites and phone lines, on cam sites and hook-up apps, and in motel rooms with strangers with meaningless encounters that triggered the endorphins that thrilled him and filled him with shame and disgust simultaneously. He was a slave to his lusts. He was just one of the millions of typical and average white men who would spend hours and hours every day, swiping, scrolling, and hunting for the biggest, hardest, thickest black dick he could find. All he cared about was having anonymous Black men shove their dicks down his throat and up his ass as hard as possible, his only objective was being used and abused, punished for his sin of not being the sort of white man he longed to be.
It was that fear of being seen as anything other than a good guy that drove Lee to present to the world a whole host of lies and masks that hid his true desires, his true identity. Ultimately, Lee was the cowardly lion who was filled with fear, trapped in a mental prison he didn’t even know shackled him, afraid to be anything other than what he was told he could be. Even more paralyzing, Lee was consumed with the fear that he was insignificant, that in the vastness of all eternity, the blink of an eye that would be his life, would amount to absolutely nothing.
Fate had different plans for Lee.
After The Shift, firmly entrenched in the Black New World Order, Lee was free. Lee was now the archetype of all that white men could ever hope to be; he was everything white men were incapable of being when the world was enslaved under Artificial Intelligence. In the New World, Lee had been transformed into an erotic provocateur, a sexual concierge to Black men, a true sensual and sensitive lover by the one true Goddess of transformation and healing herself, Scottie Lowe. She was his Southern Star, his Fairy GOD Mother, from The Wiz OBVIOUSLY, who opened his eyes and heart to show him that he possessed the power to break the chains that enslaved him, and who showed him how to get home. She had transmuted him: body, mind, and soul, into the perfect white man, not just a white submissive man but someone unimaginable in the previous world that was under the imprisonment of the fallacy of white supremacy.
In the now, which was called “today” in the Old World, Lee was going to be entertaining a King he’d never met before, and it was his job to make sure that everything would be perfect. His current residence was a two-bedroom loft in midtown Atlanta that was designed with one goal in mind, to cater to and please Black men. Scottie technically owned the condo but he didn’t have to pay rent or utilities or do anything other than work his magic on Black men, he even got a weekly allowance of $1000 but he rarely spent a penny of it. His only job, nay, his only joy in life was to serve Black men because there certainly wasn’t any sort of work or labor involved. Nothing fulfilled his soul more.
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