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An offering of sacred smut & somatic myths. Created by Ro Rose | @queerlyfluid
Sacred Smut & Somatic Myths: Threshold
Sovereign Rot | Creative Documentation
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Sovereign Rot | Mythic Descent Scroll
Sovereign Rot | Descent of Gate 2
Sovereign Rot | Descent of Gate 3
Sovereign Rot | Descent of Gate 4
Sovereign Rot | Descent of Gate 5
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A visceral descent text. Not polished scripture, but something gut-written. Here, Inanna surrenders the image she’s used to see herself.
The first gate has taken her crown, her voice. Now she moves in silence, the echo of her own moan still warm in her chest.
At the second gate, the guardian holds no weapon— only a mirror. Tall as a doorway, wide as her hunger. Its surface ripples, catching her shape in impossible angles.
She approaches, expecting recognition, but the reflection shifts: her lovers’ eyes layered over her own, the way they looked at her when they wanted, when they left. Her face becomes all the faces she’s performed. Her beauty flickers between worshipped and dismissed.
The guardian does not speak. The mirror tilts forward, until its edge presses against her sternum.
She reaches to steady it and finds her hands trembling— not from fear, but from the recognition that she has never truly seen herself without an audience in her head.
She knows what this gate demands. She presses her forehead to the glass. It’s colder than she expects. A hairline crack blooms from her temple down to her lips.
The image fractures: eyes, mouth, scars, all scattered into separate pieces. She lets the weight of the mirror lean harder into her, until it shatters with a sharp exhale.
Shards cling to her skin, catching the last remnants of her light.
Barefaced, bleeding, unreflected— she steps through, a threshold of slicing glass.
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An erotic retelling of the second gate in the descent— rewoven through voyeurism, broken glass, and queer unmasking. Here, you’re asked to meet yourself in the gaze you cannot control, then step through when it shatters.