To Date a Satanic Goddess

That’s right, a Satanic Goddess. Can you imagine what it’d be like to date one? I’ve heard that we Satanic women are far and few in-between, and I can only speculate the reason since the claim itself is rather unverifiable due to the clandestine statistics of the matter. Luckily for you, I’ve done both: dated a Satanist and a non-Satanist. As a matter of fact, I’ve only ever dated one Satanist, but the experience stood out to me as one of the most—well, I’ll tell all about it. Before I do however, I’d like to remind everyone that this is the account of one experience, and in no way am I saying that every experience is going to match mine. I’ve dated men, and I’ve dated one woman. The boys were all pastor’s sons with the exception of one—Yes, I seem to attract a certain personality type, don’t I? It should come as no surprise to you, as I am exactly what I am… Let’s get our hands dirty. There are three main courses of a relationship that we’re going to break down here: physicality, intellect, and spirituality.

The physical nature of a relationship with a Satanist is everything that you could ever dream that it’d be—if and only if you play your cards right. We embrace the carnal in mankind, and unlike all of your pretty Sunday school skirts, we have no shame in being freaks in the sheets. Upon the drawing sabbath morning we’re not going to drag you out of bed and force you to repent on a filthy and uncomfortable church pew: we’re going to entwine our limbs with yours and reminisce about our lovely night in whatever manner best suits us. We dabble in hedonism. We’re often creative and intelligent creatures who are often open to trying new things, and should you read any of the Church of Satan literary canon you’ll find reinforced there exactly what I’m telling you. In our craving for clarity and pureness of life, we partake in what safe, sane, consensual fetishes appease us, and we would be hypocrites to shame you for yours!

There is something worthy of note that is outside of the boudoir however, something which may only exist in the case of this one particular Satanist: PG touching. I’ve never been the sort of person who’s been all over another, and while that may boil down to some personal preference, a clear reason emerges for this in my relationship with my Satanic partner. I respect her. I recognize that she is a goddess, and my right to touch her is limited to her desire to be touched. I don’t touch her when I feel like she’d rather not receive it, and when I do express my love through caressing her shoulder or holding her hand, it’s because I’m communicating my admiration of all that she is, not because I’m trying to own her, claim her, or conquer her. She’s a goddess, and I am a goddess. She belongs with me, not to me. I see this view as uniquely Satanic since other views in other religions will clearly position a woman beneath her partner as their property: it is not the case in Satanism.

Clearly, there is a lot involved in a relationship which is not the physical. Some may say that physical closeness is a temporary state of love akin to initial lust, but this isn’t a flame that dies with Satanists. Rather, another joins it. The second flame is intellectual and emotional satisfaction. I’ve never experienced the sort of bliss from any of my exs that my Satanic Goddess has brought to me. Where we both believe in “Responsibility to the responsible,” we nearly never fight, and it isn’t from suppressing ourselves. It’s because we recognize that if we’re truly sorry for something we won’t do it again, and if we don’t need to shout to be heard, why shout? Imagine a relationship like that for a moment, a relationship where when you say a thing, it’s actually heard. This sort of open communication is unique to us from what I can see, and I credit our Satanic perspective in making it happen. When it came to any of the pastor’s son’s (my exs) I never felt heard. It strikes me that it could be because my exs are boys and my being a lady has me speaking a different language that they can understand, but even if that were the case, I think that an alignment of core values, that which makes me a Satanist, could have vastly improved the relationship. I much prefer growing intellectually with my Satanic Goddess. She challenges me, and I challenge her. We exchange ideas freely about hot topics and due to that respect that we have for one another we’ll be able to do this until the end of days, or the end of our lives—whichever comes first—and emerge stronger for it, not divided.

By far the best part about dating a Satanic Goddess is the spirituality in it. It’s a great help to have a partner who supports your truth to yourself. Satanism, to me, is an aim to do just that, to allow ourselves to indulge in that which makes us human, in that what makes us animals. Where spirituality is more or less a way of being religious with yourself, and where Satanism is all about supporting and celebrating self, it’s clear that being with a Satanist means that they’re going to celebrate your individuality. My Goddess and I have different interests and come from different places, but together we conquer the world. We ritualize together and we enchant together. We voraciously live this one life we have, and this level of passion for life isn’t something that I’ve experienced with any of my Christian exs.

Ultimately, my experience is unique because my partner is unique. I am unique. Our relationship is unique, our religion is unique. However, dating a Satanic Goddess was the best choice that I’ve ever made, bar none. It isn’t to say that I wouldn’t be able to find similar happiness in the same partner if she happened to be of a different religion or if she were a simple cut-and-dry atheist, but it would not, could not ever be the same. I truly wouldn’t trade this for anything… Hm. I suppose I should probably marry her, shouldn’t I?

Don't worry. I'm going to. :)

Ave Satanas!

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