There is no doubt I am a great advocate of the popperbate. I’ve been on Tumblr for two years and over this period, I have received numerous letters with this question in mind. I often ignore because how does one even articulate this goodness properly? I’m also afraid if I did not give enough time to plough through this, I may give a disappointing answer, and risk losing one brother who may be more than ready to enter our world. What I’m about to attempt here is really not a model answer, it is simply my own understanding. It does not seek to redress your confusion or lack of knowledge of; like my video compilations, I hope it inspires more than anything else.
The core nature of popperbating is the pleasure and connection experienced with another. How they happen in a span of few amazing seconds boil down to our relinquishments. We surrender ourselves to the effect of poppers on two levels.
THE FIRST SURRENDER
After taking our hits, we know when it happens sublimely, as the buzz electrifies through our body but we also know we do not know how it exactly happened and simply surrender to our vulnerability towards this phenomenon. But in accepting our weakness and inability as a thinking man to comprehend this profound manifestation of pleasure, at the same time, feel immensely powerful; compelled by the fact that, precisely because of penis, our manhood, it enables us to experience this popper bliss to the deepest and fullest extent where no other species can. It’s about the surrender. This, is the first surrender - you surrender your jurisdiction. It’s a metaphoric sense of kneeling down and raising your arms to give up your instincts as man, to control, but receiving your new right as man, to experience an uncharted realm, through the baptism of popper breath, helplessly carried by the popper wave.
In so far, as we fall deeper into our popperbate hole, we realise the great magnitude of personifying this experience; it gets increasingly solitary simply because only YOU can determine the limits of your depth. And in your pursuit of that vertical drop, you muster all your might to break boundaries, demarcation lines, moral spectrums; often, that requires a complete union of the physical and metaphysical in order to transcend your own fossilised mould.
It’s transcendental pleasure - beyond addiction, beyond worship, beyond mental.
THE SECOND SURRENDER
As complex and abstract as it may seem, the moment you witness another brother performing the very same act: bringing the bottle to his nose, baptising himself with the breath, letting it travel to his penis and right there, as you look through the windows into his soul - you experience the above all over again on an entirely spiritual plane - on top of your own earthly experience. As your popper bliss continues to manifest and spread throughout your inner being, these two layers of experience begin to merge as one. You are no longer pushing the boundaries yourself, he is helping you and you are helping him; you no longer know if you were in his or your own bate hole; you cannot tell if you have joined him in his space or invited him into yours. This, is the second surrender - you surrender your judgement.
Individuality fades away, our differences eradicated, we become one in the same breath we took from our bottles. This union would push the very primal core of our masculinity to the forefront. It’s brusque and blunt; it’s unrefined but sacred. As both inch towards the very peak of popper bliss, you suddenly become cognizant of various strands of masculinity, emanating from perceivable emotions experienced in such life scenarios: flinging your arms around each other in approval…sharing your first cigarette…giving each other hi-five in a basketball game…stripping naked together and jumping into the river laughing…
It’s the brotherhood - primal masculinity.
Perhaps, you still do not understand. But does it matter in this pleasurable incomprehensibility? Sometimes, to know the unknown, you have to accept defeat.
Take a deep hit, brother. It’s a pleasant defeat.