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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 lays down her voice.
Inanna stands before the first gate with her crown still hot from adoration. Her mouth is wet with command. She wears titles like they’re edible, dripping from her lips like nectar: Queen. Lover. Untouchable. She’s always been loud enough to be believed.
But the gate doesn’t open to noise.
The guardian says nothing. He only waits.
She tries silence, but it tastes like submission. She tries laughter, but it curdles in her throat. She begins to understand: this is not a gate she can talk her way through.
So she kneels. Not in shame, but in offering.
Her crown slips from her head like a final praise. She unclenches her jaw. Voice becomes breath. Breath becomes heat. She moans—not to seduce, not to speak, but to drop.
The lion arrives without footsteps, tongue thick and velvet, licking the edges of her voice like it’s cream gone sour.
No one is watching.
Which is how the real descent begins.
She sheds the name that once made her come.
She becomes the tremble that doesn’t need a name at all.