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Love’s Supreme Desire Tabloid, January 2001
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1/13/2001
Last time I wrote about being a sacred whore in the “Temple
of Priapus,” but this month I feel more like a prostitute who only does pro
bono work. Sometimes when I write about a situation the energy completely
shifts and I have to look at it from a whole new angle. Is it right to spend
so much time and energy being sexual? Am I channeling love energy or just
absorbing it? Are there better ways I could spend my time or am I just being
hard on myself?
I think I am being hard on myself, and that I should follow
my energy wherever it takes me. I’m constantly saying to the universe, take
me where you will, and so I find myself where I find myself and then I forget
that I am where I am because I gave my life over to bringing love and peaceful
energy into the world. I start to nitpick at my own life: I smoke too much
pot, I watch too much TV, I’m too much of a slob. Yadda, yadda yadda. Be
nice!
Wow I was just sitting here thinking about how I was going
to write about my relationship with Owen when he paged me with our little
“I’m thinking of you” code. We’ve had a complex relationship, good in many
ways but we both put up with shit from the other. He mostly accepts that
I’m self-centered, run around playing all the time and have hangups about
commitment. I mostly accept that he gets a bitchy condescending tone, smokes
in the apartment and has to be prodded into picking up after himself. Sometimes
I think I just suck at relationships, too often only thinking of myself and
what I want, putting up walls and nitpicking the other. But I have learned
since my breakup with Dan that it’s important to appreciate what is working,
the positive instead of just the negative. Owen is generally very sweet,
constantly giving me affection and being supportive to me in my life choices.
He’s also creative and smart. He started spinning yarn from raw wool just
over a year ago and now he’s dyeing his own, making tapestries, scarves and
hats.
There is no perfect relationship out there, and there
is no way to always be perfectly happy within any form of relationship. It’s
always give and take. There are times when you just wish you were on your
own not having to think and worry about someone else and your relationship
together, and there are those times when it hurts to think of the other person
not being there. I’m just writing this as my way of saying to Owen that I
do value him and appreciate our history and the possibilities of our future
together.
OK I have to say it, I’m already way over George Bush.
If I hear him say “compassionate conservatism” again I’ll scream. Some of
his cabinet nominees are completely unacceptable, just way to the right of
most Americans. I don’t think he gives two shits about the environment, and
he knows full well that the Greenhouse Effect is a reality. History will
show that the collusion of George Bush, Florida Republican political officials
and the Supreme Court in this recent stolen election is a huge scandal that
blows away Whitewater and any number of presidential blow jobs. I think Bush
will try to get away with a huge amount of unacceptable crap while he’s in
power, and lefties will have to watch him every minute. Gore would have been
such a better president, I’m sorry. He’s not perfect but at least he’s aware
that there is an environment that needs protecting, that the world is not
just a big pile of raw materials with which to create more cars, capital
and crapola.
I hate to say it but part of me regrets saying that people
should vote for Ralph Nader, not that my little endorsement caused Gore to
lose the election. I thought Nader had a much better chance of at least getting
the 5% the Greens needed to get more funding, which is what I wanted. I mean
I still think it’s good and it bears attention that a whole lot of people
voted that the country should go more to the left than the right, but now
that the right is in power they’re not taking that into consideration, they’re
just barreling ahead with their shit agenda even though the power balance
is 50-50 in Washington right now and they just barely managed to squeak into
the White House. I think if I were in Nader’s place and I had known that
I wasn’t even going to make 5% (I mean really now), I would have graciously
bowed out and given my endorsement to Gore. Now look what we have instead.
I can only be hopeful that, as is often the case, in times of political conservatism
from the top down the grassroots start growing a little greener.
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The Rabbit and the Rat -Jokie S. Wilson
The stones are worn
Although not quickly
Insanity led the ocean to fall
And rise again in revenge
But with a peaceful motive at hand
All went well for a short time
Until the human control fell apart
The tireless effort got arthritis
Lungs filled with fluid
Rescued before the drowning point
But after brain damage set in
Society then unfolded therefrom
Death smelt sweeter than life
And she bellowed from the dreams
As time was passing
A message that no longer had relevance
In the corporeal world
So although it was heard crisply and clearly
The effect was so minimal it was embarrassing
And far too far beyond the point of realization
During a life where you did truly nothing
Even when you could--
Suffer well my friend in Purgatory
The spiritual place you feel most comfortable
Unable to let go the rocks and garbage
That won’t let you fit through the gates of heaven
Although you try at every turn
To weasel your way into that illusion
Another stone that will not be dropped
An ironic condition of your lack of perception
Clogged polluted soul
Dastardly irreverent intent
A want that would get you nowhere
Even if it was decidedly true
And I obsess on this carnal shit
Drag us both down a bit
And then realize the self-indulgence of my misfortune
And a redefinition is attempted
Hold your breath dear love
While we grow to understand
The descent in the ocean
To a world that is not ours
As we feel the reality that is
How large a universe do we need?
How large the area of breath?
The water greets us only so deep
Before we do not go where we do not dare
Who are we to comb the earth and measure ourselves?
Our chants and callings changing almost as fast as vision--
While the creatures of earth, sky, and water
Rotate their rituals in such a relatively peaceful form
Against a species of beings who can move and kill
The earth an island at a time
Faster relevances took hold
A stream of consciousness built
Flowing our souls to the surface
Which we found even though
We could barely see the sun’s reflection
And when the salt met the warmth
We knew we had returned to friendly territory
But a world in which we could not stay
Forever--
Now we walk on land in question
With the answers appearing only as abstractions
That took the unintended sequence
And folded in interpretations and details
That were never meant to be noticed
But existed nonetheless
Which transfigured interpretation and meaning
Beyond our skewed chemical structure
But with our substance in mind and body
Whisper my friend
Breathe to the sky
Today will not be
The day you will die
We sang the song to the sun that set
As we slept and dreamt our aspirations--
Jokie X Wilson bio info:
I was born in 1965 in Washington DC, realizing over time that I was
really a San Franciscan, and therefore moved quickly to correct the situation.
31 years later, I fixed that, only to realize that being an astroneurophysiological
transfigurationist Radical Faerie meant that snapping Bible Belts and rearranging
gay life through art at the subatomic level would prove to be far more complex
than previously anticipated.
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Faerie Freedom Village 2001
Last year at the SF Pride Parade, the Radical Faeries
gave birth to a fabulous new event called Faerie Freedom Village 2000. We
featured musicians, poets and DJs as a gift to the people. We created a wall
of art surrounding a lovely hangout oasis in the middle of the delightful
madness of the parade. Along with several other groups we were thrilled to
win “Most Fabulous Showing of Theme.” This year we’re going to make this
commercial-free zone even more spiritual, fun, laid-back and fabulous. Come
to Faerie Freedom Village 2001 and enjoy a west coast urban radical faerie
gathering including performance, ritual, glitter, music and transformation.
The Faerie Freedom Village is a commercialism-free
space open to all regardless of gender, perceived gender, sexual orientation,
age, race or religious beliefs.
General contact: Owen Edwards: 415-449-5315,
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Stage Manager/Producer/PR: Blue Moor: 415-406-0296,
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