
Steve: Are you guys ready for some pant-off, mystical-holiday-ass action? I should hope you would be! Get loose for heaven’s sake!
This is the time of year when families come together to share in a spirit of giving and gratitude, and when their super-weird son who never moved out plays World of Warcraft in the basement, and takes pictures like this to post on dating sites developed entirely for other weird sons who live in their parents’ basements.
Tell you what, from one man to another, I want you to have this powder horn.
File Under:Beyond Horrifying | Dens From Hell
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I’m just at a loss for words…
Though I will say, the local WICCAN emporium must of had a sale. I’ve never seen so much crap that looks like it was just unwrapped.
Winter Solstice is just around the corner, and apparently the Stag is afoot!
Blessings to all this holiday season!!
Know how his parents call him upstairs for dinner?
They draw a pentagram on the kitchen floor, tap three times and say,
“We summon thee”
“We summon thee”
“We summon thee”
Happy Solstice, Bitches!
Just how mystical can your room look with a cheap bamboo shade and white popcorn ceiling? Conjure up something more classic, please.
And I think clutter is a killer here. Where’s the focal point?
My eye was immediately drawn to the poorly-concealed Welsh flag behind the bamboo shade, which leads me to what you can’t hear going on in the room… Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon” being played loudly on the not-in-the-shot boombox.
All that plus a lovely selection of healing gemstones…
Have a great holiday season, guys. I’m going to rub some azurite on my forehead now, to relieve the emotional trauma that this picture has inflicted on my karma.
I can just imagine him saying, “I wish the ring had never come to me!”
You mean….
This isn’t some sort of odd ” Merlin’s offspring does a collage for Summer Camp” thing”
” Daddy, why does that mean man’s head look like it’s not attached to its body?”
“Because it’s not Puppy. It’s easier for it to spill in furious, blood-spewing circles. And stop staring…it’s not polite.”
“And Daddy…..?”
“Listen Squirt…….See that little Bonsai tree in the corner. Five minutes ago that was this dude’s trick from last night. One more stupid word out of you…….. and YOU’RE NEXT!!!!”
“yes, sir. sorry, sir.”
By all that is Holy! When the picture came up on my screen, I nearly had a heart attack. This one definitely wins the “Most Terrifying” award. I’d say he has been collecting for a while, but everything looks like it has that “new cauldron” smell. Did he attend a Wiccan trunk show? The Pampered Wiccan? At first I thought the bonsai was mistletoe, but I see that is hanging above. Thank heavens I don’t gualify to be the sacrifice. I must go now to draw the protective circle.
Season’s Greetings, gang.
Someone has a hobby.
There is something very wrong with the shade of red he has chosen here for the walls. It is simply too motel-like – it doesn’t give that feel of “Radical Faery Wicca” that he seems to want. The little star things too are too childish – more for a 5 year old’s nursery than a den of erotic magick.The bamboo blind is simply wrong.
The paraphernalia exhibited looks mass-produced, trying to look handmade – never a good look.
All in all, a tacky decorating mess.
But if I saw him in a bar, I’d hit on him, but then run as soon as we got to his place.
His failure to utilize red-eye reduction I would guess is intentional.
The pride of all of Wales!
I feel so empty and sad because of this pic.
Bet he has a much-older boyfriend/partner/co-dependent.
Yes Hank….
..and that partner’s in the big pewter-esque (probably plactic and swiped from a neighbor kid’s lawn) pot.
Happy Holidays and pass the fondue forks!
Billy Corgan noooooooooo!
You just KNOW that those stars on the wall will glow in the dark!
I’m worried that the biro he used to draw his tatts is getting a bit blotchy
This guy I know, Shayne from New York, once fell in love with a 19-year-old pagan from Poland who lived closeted with his rich single father in an honest-to-god castle. It sounds like a fairy tale but it’s all true and it gets even more bizarre. Shayne went to Poland to visit his love. The castle was huge and Dad didn’t have to know everything that was going on. They decided to wed in a Pagan marriage ceremony, but there was one hitch; the son had already (secretly) married a goat that lived on the estate. So as part of the ceremony they sacrificed the goat. Shayne came back very excited by his lover’s devotion, never thinking once a man who ends his previous relationships on an alter with a long blade could be fickle.
Our hobbyist above is also subject to whims. With his Sharpie tattoos he discovered the joy of burning sage and drinking pomegranate juice from a plastic chalice just last week. But he would never slay an animal. In fact next week he will grow bored of the Wicca crap to redecorate with what he will think of as “a vegan aesthetic” … that or go Furry.
You’re SO GOOD, rear_window!!…..
Our boy Holly Hobby DID eventually tire of sacrifice and rune stones — and DID IN FACT, become a Furry.
Kitten now dresses up daily as Henrietta Pussycat from Mr. Rogers’ “Neighborhood of Make Believe”……
…and now can have consecutive multiple orgasms (One! Two!) if his partner is wearing a cardigan sweater and white Keds deck shoes…
So, let’s make Meow Meow of this beautiful lay.
Since we’re here fucking we might Meow Meow say:
Would you Meow mine?
Could you Meow mine?
Won’t Meow Meow my husband?
Won’t you please,
Won’t you please?
Please Meow Meow Meow my neighbor?
As you can imagine, foreplay now involves a lot of licking and purring. Which most “guests” find rather nice, actually.
The scratching post is a bit cumbersome, though…….
So come now children of the beast, be strong and shout it at the devil!
WARNING this room may contain backward messages
is it just me or is the very very top of his head missing ? Does Satan need better photoshop lessons or do I need a better monitor ?
I used to collect rocks and leave them over my room, too. I also decorated my walls with glow-in-the-dark stars and planets.
Of course, I was five.
If his decorating skills haven’t improved since childhood, I wonder what other tendencies may have been equally arrested. Let’s hope he’s potty trained.
Why is everyone avoiding the obvious question here…how did Dameon keep from getting that Cranberry red paint on that popcorn spackle ceiling…you would have to have a Leprechan up your ass to be able to do that. On the other hand, our little warlock is obviously going for a Royal Pavilion at Brighton look with those gold stars and suns but to quote a sad old friend of mine, “It AIN’T a workin!” Finally, no thank you , I will passd on that Elk Piss or whetever the hell it is you are offering in that horn you nasty little bugger. (Those of you that looked at the picture of our horney little fawn and read this post are cursed and destined to sleep with someone you wish you had not in the next year.)
I’m so overwhelmed, I don’t know where to begin!! I think the tattoos on his legs and cock–when put together, create a map that leads to either where the bodies are buried or to the local Wiccan shop for more black candles. And, I think those are bars on the window—behind the bamboo shades and Welsch flag–I’m sure to make his guests feel more secure. I just hope that cauldron is for warming the Velveeta and not the remains of that poor deer. However, the Jesus sandles are a nice juxtapo! I still haven’t figured out what he has strapped to his back—maybe a note saying, “If lost, please return to Satan”.
Michelle
My first post here, and what a lulu!
It’s almost reassuring to know there’s something scarier than a Christian fundie’s home…and that’s a gay pagan’s den.
I mean, yikes. He’s not just showing off his schlong but also his huge collection of Wiccan kitsch, as he seems to have crammed his altar with far more stuff than is actually necessary. The stars on the wall show a sense of whimsy that is at odd with his semi-menacing pose.
I bet he is one “WILD FUCK”…….yum…..i bet he spits in your mouth…i need to get out more
This is unspeakably hilarious. Or just unspeakable. I can’t decide which.
I admit that my first look at this pic was on my Iphone. My first thought: look – it is a dwarf wiccan!!!!!! How often does one get to see one of those nude.
I thought it must be the scale of the picture on my Iphone that led me to believe he was a dwarf. Looking at the pic on a full sized screen…I still think he might be a dwarf. Perhaps it is an odd foreshortening of the arms caused by the angle of this fellow wiccan phtographer. But I don’t think so.
All the accessories for the celebration just adds to the confusion if you ask me.
[really loud] ARGH!!!!!!!!! This is really disturbing and you know the poor guy thinks this is the height of sexiness……gotta love the placement of the horns, though.
Creepy.
Plain and simple.
Creepy.
DASH: thanks man! Hey, did you notice his cock drawing looks like the symbol for radioactive waste. i guess he drinks lots of Gatorade and vitamin B.
If you scroll slowly from the bottom up, it appears he has a womb. Rosemarys’ Baby? And what does he have strapped to his leg?? And what is with that tiny fake-us ficus??
John McCain called…he wants his arms back.
This dude turned wicca when he four out the was 2 centimeters too tall to be an umpa-lumpa.
Dude looks like he’s got a purple butterfly Shrinky-Dink superglued to his uncut fuckstick.
FINALLY! A man with Persistence of Vision! God knows how many themes he ran through before he hit on “Demonic,” but once he made his selection, he grabbed the decorating ball and ran with it! True, he seems to have blown most of his budget on all that chunky Satanic crockery, but he’s made exceptionally creative use of the funds which remained with clever touches like those grade school gold stars & gold sunburst gift wrap seals on the walls and his self-inflicted ball-point pen tattoos. (SO much safer than the ordinary kind!) To say nothing of the fact those bamboo shade give prying eyes the impression of mundane innocence when seen from outside. Smart. And something about the hint of coral in those blood red walls just screams Iconoclast to me. All in all, a suburban Infernal Charm-casting Room to envy and admire.
I wonder if he got permission from his mom before he opened that can of red hot malevolence on her sewing room. On second thought, it doesn’t matter. Whatever the consequences, it was worth it. Obviously.
Kudos, Nerd Boy. Kudos.
And a Merry Festivus to everyone here at Lurid Digs!
Most of the old-school Wiccans I know would run screaming and laughing from this neo-wiccan clown show going on up in there. So much for “The Hidden Children of the Goddess”. Yikes.
What you don’t realize is that this is from a little-known collection from Fingerhut called “Wycca on a Bydget”. I’m thinking the shoulder lines are what are holding his impressive “rack” atop his head. I’ll bet you can get a license to hunt one of those in Wisconsin.
Now that I think about it, this must be Sara Palin’s son-in-law to be. And I’ll just bet that she killed whatever used to own those anklers. And I believe I have spotted a “hetro” wedding band which would explain this whole mess!!! You’re right Buddy X, just like I always say, “It aint a workin’!”
c’mon, we must at least admire his warholian-level sense of kitsch & his dedication to it.
we also must admit that if we saw him by the light of the moon in a clearing in the woods, at least 4 of us would want to fuck him.
You know, without all the accessories, he could be rather cute as along as the ruins he’s painted on his wang wash off.
I agree, his Wiccan paraphernalia is a bit to clean to have ever been used.
We can look at this as a plus. He hasn’t used his Wiccan supplies and I haven’t been a virgin for years. My chances of being sacrificed on the first date are minimal.
“And I think clutter is a killer here. Where’s the focal point?”
Nashbear:
For me it is the metal Wiccan chamber pot. Of course the Sacred Phallus (Blessed Be!) almost appears to be hovering over it.
I am confused about the horns.He is wearing them right? Cuz if he is not then please explain his misshaped skull. Looks like a divot was carved out of it.
rear-window…
.… Then, if we draw long, floppy ears above your radio active waste symbol….
.…his dick magically turns into Winnie’s donkey buddy — eeyore!
Daddy, I love this drawing game!
Let’s play again!
I’m wondering if this can all just be explained by him packing away the Halloween decorations AFTER pulling out all the Christmas things…?
Like maybe he uses one set of boxes for ALL ornaments so he has to wait or one holiday to come around before he can get rid of the previous one’s things?
Seriously though, what is with the chunk missing from his skull????
His skull, the bony part in any event, is fine. The antlers are off at an angle. And the strips around his shoulders, if you look carefully, appear to be keeping wings in place. And is that tomato-red =felt= on his walls?
Luddite, Oh yeah, I get it now. Wink Wink, nudge nudge.
I live in the US. We traced our family back to Wales. I’m going to suggest we look no further. Too dangerous.
Oh Dear, Time to put the crystal meth away!
Dear Musclebound,
“Anklers” are what you have when you shop too much without your orthopedic shoes on sweetie.
I was just going to suggest the dude’s head looks photoshopped in, and a bit out of proportion…
And I suspect we are fortunate to not see the rest of the interior.
Oh fuck! That’s my therapist!!
Hey Luriddigs webmaster, hows about throwing us a new photo? After 46 posts, there isn’t anthing left to say….except:
Jim Jones Jr. here says: Quick, Don’t ask any questions…just bend over and I’ll shove this horn up your ass!! Its an ancient Welsh Christmas tradition.
“Come on down to Cernunous’ Pagan Emporium! Our deals will knock your pants off!”
And, I must agree with those who are saying that the head is ‘shopped.
1. It’s really a refrigerator box and he’s done a good job fixing it up.
2. Karen Black’s corpse is crumpled out of shot.
3. You aren’t allowed to return these demons once the seal is broken.
Perhaps he lost a bet or something. Whatever, I don’t think the guy’s head is photo-shopped; he’s just having a hard time keeping those antlers perched on his bonce. I originally thought the antlers were wall-mounted, but after closer inspection I’m convinced they are headgear.
Happy Holidays
Personally I find it hot.I wish I were there,I would gladly grasp that horn and all the rest.
No, no. I’ m pretty sure those antlers are mounted on the wall, though I can’ t explain the chunk of head he’ s missing. The antlers look like they’ ve already got a skull attached to them, much to the guy in this picture’s dismay.
And the thing on his shoulders, to me it looks like a pelt (or more likely a wanna-be pelt).
Walls are a weird red, with childish stars. At first, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt with the cleanliness of his cauldron and such, but the candles haven’ t even been used. Those books even look a little too new to have been of any use. They’ d be doggy-eared all to hell from any actual wiccan.
all around fail.
well guys, this is someone i chatted to on gaydar once, its a genuine pic of a welsh pagan and he thinks its a real sexy horny photograph…yep, he actually gets offers of sex from this (but not from me i might add)if he’d kept the whole thing just a little more simple with maybe just the horn poking out of his ass and some low lighting, verrrry low lighting….
In all of this, the entire horrible hot mess….
My only thought is “Why is Steve hating on World Of Warcraft?”
Sure he may play, but he’s just as likely to run a website for gay porn.
I’m just saying, it’s easy to hate on what you don’t understand.
I bet this guy is a nice guy when he’s let out of his basement and is allowed to wash the sharpie off…
WUT.
Where to begin? Does he think he’s Horne The Hunter, the next coming of Samhain? I haven’t seen such a collection of Wicca kitch since the sixties / Hippie days when people with no fashion sense thought they were in touch with their inner spirits, instead of the drugs they were consuming. What my gypsy grandmother would have thought would blister this example’s unfortunately naked hide!
Wow! Is that the new Satanic Crock Pot from the Martha Stewart collection at K-Mart?
Ohhhh! Look behind him! He is the last heir in the honorable Chase Bank Prefecture, which is, I think oriented somewhere neat the Bank of Tokyo.
I think he’s invoking the Spirit of Cer-NUH-UH-nos, Horned God of Oh Please, Mary!
The man is known for traveling the world doing erotic male rituals. Looks hot to me. I understand some of them are done with many naked male participants. I would do it in a heart beat, in a forest setting however.