Pagan sex cult
Many many years ago I was rather interested in world religions and specifically those that existed in pre-Christian Europe. I got talking to a group of local pagans as I was fascinated by the philosophies behind the beliefs and the practice of magick (which is apparently how you spell it to differentiate it from pulling bunnies out of hats).

I was invited by some of the group to come join the next meeting of their coven to see a ritual for myself. Quite the honour I thought. Didn't really know what to expect. Had heard a lot about being 'skyclad' (basically dancing round fires in the buff), sex magick and lots of other eyebrow raising stuff, but I went with an open mind.

I arrived at the designated address, at the designated time, was lent robe and told that some of the group liked to be naked underneath to feel more "connected" to the earth. Crivens, I thought, my mind filled with visions of what might unfold. Was I going to be initiated in the group by having to bang the high priestess? Was I going to discover how cold a witch's tit actually is?

Ended up very disappointed. Turns out being a witch largely involves slowly walking round in a circle sprinkling water/ salt on the floor or wafting incense about for protection, then drinking some organic ale from a chalice and eating cake. Didn't even get to sacrifice a goat. Gutted.
( Draconacticus Reject shampoo. Demand real poo!, Thu 21 Jun 2012, 17:33, 2 replies)

A friend of mine
provided music for a Mayday celebration for some pagans. He was most impressed by the level of nudity and sex acts which he witnessed.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 21 Jun 2012, 18:20, closed)

Hahahahaha I like this.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 22 Jun 2012, 9:52, closed)