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March 1/2, 1997 LSD Tabloid
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Schmoozemagazine of the Love's Supreme Desire collective No. 3.5, vol. 2
This is LSD Tabloid, the monthly (and then some) callboard and events newsletter
of the Radical Faerie and Friends' creative/ healing spirit collective, Love's
Supreme Desire.
Tel-a-Fool events & info line /Fax: 415-333-9549, e-mail: bloobird@sirius.co=
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Thanks to David Kerlick, back issues of LSD Tabloid are available on the
World Wide Web at This location.
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"Life is good, but watch out for the geese. Look up at the sky!"
Hi everybody, everything's pretty good here. I'm getting bored just doing
the LSD Tabloid once a month. I want to write more, there's so much I want
to say. I can't be expected to sit around waiting nearly thirty days before
I beam you a new Tabloid, can I? What do you expect me to do in the meantime?
So anyway, the LSD Tabloid is no longer only a monthly thing. You know what,
the idea just pooped into my head a moment ago, like I was going to just start
on April's issue and then not beam it out for a while, but what the hell.
If I don't do the Tabloid, all my writings just end up in my journal, and
that's no fun. I want other people to read my stuff! I want to get published
elsewhere someday, but in the meantime, I'll publish my own damn self. I've
always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and I love to write, and there's so
much to say! Also, I'm going to make the LSD Tabloid a primarily internet
thing because I can't afford to mail it to people, and if I make the Tabloid
internet-only, then I don't have to keep each issue so short so that it will
fit on two sides of a page (besides, aren't we supposed to be saving the trees
and not doing paper anymore?). My next project is a Love's Supreme Desire
web page with photos and writings and all kinds of stuff, soon as I learn
how to do it. I'll let you know.
I went to the MOST incredible spring equinox party at a my new friend Timm's
place in lovely Bernal Heights and partied all night, dancing, looking at
the stars, the comet of love, Hale-Bopp, rainbow-trailed and clear light white
bright magick insight. Talking to birds, watching the sun rise misty and
cool blue fog drifting over silver flowers, the song of daylight, light in
my body I could drift away, giving it all over to love, this life of mine,
take it away, give it back to me in a different form, I trust you even though
you poke me in the eyes sometimes (but just 'cuz I get too serious). Initiation
to the rainbow warrior tribe, standing tall on the porch naked in the sunlight/moonlight
first light of the world, I will fight for love, I don't know what I'm doing,
how could I know? How could I know for sure what it is I'm doing, but this
is my path, this is what I'm here to do, even the HIV friend here to shake
me up and kick me in the ass, "Look, pay attention, let go of all your pain.
It's not necessary anymore. All your pain is unecessary. Let it go. Life is
beautiful and grand and fun, even if you're homeless, even if you're shitting
your pants in a dark hospital, even if your parents think you're the devil's
hound dog and leave you to the desert sky howling winds alone. You can take
all this and LAUGH AT IT, and Laugh at it some more, and fuck all that anyway,
it's all a big joke! Take the shit I dump on you and turn it into flowers,
into butterflies, into music, into more shit, it doesn't matter, it's all
life and it's all sacred."
Ecce Homo: Ruminations on a Theology of My Queer Body
by Rocky O'Donovan
One day in March 1977, as a fifteen year old Mormon boy confused by and
fearful of my sexuality, I walked into my high school religion teacher's
office in Clearfield, Utah and tried to explain to him the depth of what
I then perceived as my sinfulness. Overwhelmed by guilt and confusion, there
were no words with which I could speak my crimes. When words failed me, Brother
Wood cautiously asked, "Do you think you might be homosexual?" Relieved and
grateful that he had spoken what I could not, I only nodded in humiliation.
And thus began my ten year journey through the belly of the beast; ten years
of negotiating my way through the Mormon Church's torturous experimental
programs for "reorienting" me into a heterosexual.
During those ten years, church leaders supplied me with many anti-Gay books
and pamphlets published by the church; I personally attended many addresses
given by high-ranking church leaders who spoke in no uncertain terms about
the evilness of my "condition"; I spent years in humiliating weekly interviews
with various church leaders in which I was required to give graphic details
about my thoughts, dreams, actions, desires; in 1978 I was counselled by a
church leader to go to Brigham Young University, to try vomitting aversion
therapy (but somehow I had the sense to refuse this torturous "cure"); on
at least four occasions (perhaps more - I don't recall for sure), I had Mormon
leaders try to "cast demons" out of me through emotionally and mentally crippling
priesthood exorcism rituals; I went to a Mormon pyschologist for hypnotherapy
in which he had me visualize myself split into Straight Rocky and Gay Rocky
and then had "Jesus" come down through the ceiling to trample Gay Rocky to
death; I frequently spent hour after hour in total fasting, prayer, and scripture
reading, begging for answers, begging "God" (who is a white, heterosexual
male in Mormon dogma) with every ounce of my being to validate my piety and
faithfulness by "curing" me, changing me into a heterosexual; I frequented
the secret rituals of the Salt Lake Mormon Temple - always feeling too unworthy
to be in such a holy place but too afraid to be anywhere else; I developed
and maintained a profoundly personal relationship with Jesus Christ; and later,
having been ordered to do so by a high Mormon official, I married a woman
in the Salt Lake Temple in order to experience "normal" sex. And through
all of this, I remained DISTINCTLY and COMPLETELY Queer.
Several years after my painful departure from Mormonism, I finally realized
two vital things about my relationship to religion. First, my feelings of
profound but obsessive intimacy with Jesus Christ were clearly and overtly
of a homoerotic nature. I had carefully masked my homosexuality by deflecting
my love and desire for other men onto the suffering body of Christ. Jesus
had become for me the Ultimate Lover - masculine but gentle, patient, godly,
all-loving, and best of all absent, unavailable. In coming out (and thus finally
accepting the physical realities of sex and bodies), my desperate intimacy
with Christ ended. Second, I discovered that while I had been carefully taught
that I was not worthy of any spirituality because of my Queerness, in reality
I had a spiritual nature that was completely independent of (and perhaps
even antithetical to?) religion. The sense of holiness that always overwhelmed
me whenever I entered the Salt Lake Temple was not because of any intrinsic
holiness that could be attributed to the edifice itself, but because I had
made it holy. I now understand that the presence of my Queer body in the
Mormon Temple had sanctified that place for me. As my Queer Quaker predecessor,
Walt Whitman, wrote, "Divine I am, inside and out, and I make holy whatever
I touch or am touch'd from". My spirituality and my (homo)sexuality became
reconciliable (indeed, inextricably so) at last.
Because of my Queerness, I was profoundly wounded by my family, my religion,
my government, my culture, my society. But I have chosen to see that wounding
as a site for rebirth and renewal. Those gaping wounds have become openings,
entrances into the mystical Silence that (for me) is "God". And there, in
that Silence I have found Voice. In that Silence I have found ways to articulate
and speak my body - this body of a Gay, white, bourgeois, able-bodied North
American male. In that Silence I have found ways to articulate my difference(s),
my queerness(es). And there in that Silence I have found the beauty of other
Queer men's bodies. In the past, I referred to these articulations, these
musings as a "gaialogy". While theology is the study of "theos" (the male
god), gaialogy is the study of Gaia, the Greek Earth Goddess. (Some, like
Lesbian poet and cultural anthropologist Judy Grahn, have theorized that we
Gay people are named after the goddess Gaia - a tempting theory but not likely.)
For me, gaialogy emphasizes earth, connectedness, bodies, cycles of life
and death, fluidity, the lack of opposites, chthonian tensions, and joy.
Gaialogy celebrates what is.
It is upon the basis of my body and my sense of connectedness with earth
and matter, that I have found so much of my healing. I recently spent two
and a half years living in the desert of southeastern Utah. It was there that
I first discovered that I even had a body. And it was there that I learned
to love that body, for I would look at a ruddy sandstone canyon and know the
beauty thereof. And then I would look at my body and see similar ruddy canyons
there. At last I knew the beauty of my own canyons, my owns fins, cliffs,
buttes, mesas, and alcoves. Right there, in and upon my body! It was an exciting
time for me.
That was also the beginning of my return journey into subjectivity; subjectivity
in that I am truly seeing that of God (the "I am") in everyone and everything.
This is a return journey because I remember as a child feeling no sense of
being able to objectify people and things around me. I was carefully taught
objectification later on. My Queer Self as a child came naturally with the
ability to relate as subject with subject (not as subject to object).
Last year, during a Quaker Meeting for Worship, I had a vision (which is
odd, as I'm such a skeptic about such things) of the immanence of "God", in
which we danced together naked in the center of the Silence of Meeting, swirling,
twirling around each other ecstatically, holding hands, our eyes laughing
in bliss. And this "God" with whom I danced was the =46aggot-God. So beautiful,
so male, and so very, very Gay! A couple of weeks later, I painted a large
mural on my bedroom wall of this Faggot-God, dancing. Now I find myself cycling
back toward a "theology" (in that this "God" is male), although more of a
"homotheology", into which I can incorporate "gaialogy" as well.
When I make love with another man, I dwell upon the mysteries of his sameness
(rather than his otherness). With my lips, I brush the nape of his neck, and
I find "God" there. Then I ruminate on the unblurred similarities and symmetries
of our beautiful bodies; on the tension of muscle, bone, sinew; on the choreographies
of our desire. I cry out from all my skin and hear my own voice echoing from
the warmth of his body. And the vibrations of the echoes last for hours and
days, filling me from my in to my out. I relish my concavity to his convexity
and his concavity to my convexity. With the newest of tongues we begin to
speak: that he and I are two whole and perfect subjects of desire - not subject
and object, but subject and subject, without loss of identity, both of us
still able to clearly speak our names. From the edge of my skin, I follow
the geographies and topographies of his body and I see and know that his
body is my body is his body. Subtle differences contained within Sameness.
Through the grace that is Desire, I carefully trace my name upon his skin
so that I can remember how to fable the ineffable; and to remind him until
the very end that no longer is it that I want him, need him, or love him,
but that I AM HIM.
Copyright 1996 Pogue O'Donovan
"Good Luck!"
"Do you think you have something to say? You sound like some old hippie
wanna-be, all that is gone now, gone with the wind, everything new has been
done already, every hope you have, every dream you have, has already been
done and we're so tired of that and can't you just get down to business and
do you want to be the next Allen Ginsberg you'd better learn how to write,
or at least how to promote yourself Why should we listen to what you say
I already have too much e-mail this isn't very interesting I think some New
Age channeler said all this stuff at a seminar I attended at Mount Shasta
for 300 dollars no lunch but clothing optional, anyway yeah this is nice
but have I told you the interesting things I'm doing these days? Have I told
you about my career and I'm soon to be published and won't that be grand
I'll be the toast of the scene as I have been for many years long before
your time did I tell you this has all been said before by someone I met at
a party what was his name? Oh, it doesn't matter anyway but it bored me then
all this talk about love and peace and life and death blah blah blah you're
so naive didn't we do away with all of that a long time ago why don't you
get busy You know you could be out on the street someday and I'd just laugh
my ass off at you and your naive ideas, the world is a dark and scary place
the meaner you are the better, get out of my way, I'm on the way to the top,
to the Lord's highest heaven where you'll never be welcome, I'm on my way
to the right place, the coolest scene, much cooler than the scene you're
in, and I'm for real, and you're not, and I've got lots of experience to
prove it and who are you to say these things, why do you think anyone cares?
You sure are milking this HIV infection for everything it's worth, too bad
you won't be around to enjoy it, shitting alone sweating blind cold covered
with sores mind-gone-bad can't remember your ATM secret code you'll get cut
off from the world of the ATM-advantaged and so go flying off into hyperspace
dumpster-diving for Protease Inhibitors behind Jack in the Box. When you're
gone they'll forget you you won't have left a mark, they'll even forget to
forget you, came into this world full of promise and didn't your parents
sacrifice everything for you, you demanded to be brought into this world
and they out of the good kind lovingness of their hearts full of the fear
of Jesus and all of his terrible scourges deigned to bring your sorry ass
out into the world and you threw up in their faces big hairy homosexual queer
queen faggot with hair full of henna washing dishes at a pizza joint so far
from the American dream that Jesus and his Apostles talked about at great
length, Jesus himself giving a lecture on the benefits of a Capitalist society
from the cross as he was dying, it was that important to him, and you a big
neo hippy spitting in the face of all that for what? How naive and now you
are without a Church and without a State and where does that leave you, floating
in Cyberspace ranting about peace and love so long after all of that has
gone out of style, and didn't Jesus himself try to edit that part out of
his autobiography, so taken was he with the American Way and the essentials
of a strong economy, too many goddamn lepers in these parts, anyway..."
glitter glitter glitter all fall down in the laser light land on the piss
floor beautiful mandala wind blows in the door glitter glitter glitter up
to the sky a million swirly-swirls and again and again and again, and the
laughter is what we hear last and deepest, and all else is laughter too. -------------Blooooooobirrrrrrd97
Projects, Plugs, & Cool Stuff Upcoming
* * Tel-a-Fool: Sponsored by the Love's Supreme Desire
collective, Tel-a-Fool (415-333-9549) complements Tel-A-Faerie (415-626-3369),
which lists Bay Area radical faerie general information. Tel-a-Fool lists
Bay Area radical faerie and friends arts and creative/healing spirit events
and is a free service. If you want a radical faerie and friends presence at
your event, call Tel-a-Fool at least one week in advance.
* * Planet Fox: Drop-in Drag Clinic and Cabaret with drumming
circle. Yes, that's right, Drop-in Drag Clinic and Cabaret with drumming circle.
Hosts are the Fabulous Shrimp Creole and Fistina Faucet. First Sunday of
each month after 10 PM at CoCo Club, 139 8th St., SF. Bring drum to get in
for free.
* * L 'Arte della Strada: A Sidewalk Painting Festival,
will take place at the Anchorage Shopping Center in Fishermen's Wharf (San
Francisco) on June 7-8. The event is open to any artist/s who wish to volunteer.
I think it would be fun for a bunch of us faeries to get together and create
some fabulous sidewalk art. We could dress up and bring the art off the sidewalk
too. The sponsors (a shopping center) require that the picture be "suitable
for public viewing" but I don't think that would limit us too much. I'm not
a talented painter, but I'm happy to help coordinate and be the paperwork
person. I have some ideas (Carravagio... St Sebastian... Hercules... Narcissus...)
and I'm sure other people must have some great ideas, so lets get together,
have fun, make art, and be visable in the City. We actually do need to do
some planning on this (we have to submit our idea) prior to June 7th. Please
call and leave a message on my voice mail, and we'll set up a planning party.
My number is 415-679-0118. Oh yes- if the judges think we're as fabulous as
we do, we could win a $5000 commission to do a wall mural as well. Lastly,
sponsorships are also available; sponsors get their name above the sidewalk
painting. We don't NEED to find our own sponsor (one will be provided for
us) but it might be a good way for a faerie-owned business to get some great
public exposure. xox ScooterPie
* * 1997 Gatherings at Wolf Creek, Oregon: run by the
Church of Nomenus. I will put these on the faerie web under http://www.eskimo.com/~davidk/faeries/.
May Day Gathering -- April 26 to May 4. The May Day is usually men and wimn;
the others are for queer men. Nomenus Great Circle May 24 to 26, details Joey
Cain (415)-861-7609. Policy decisions about Land Sanctuary. Daisy Chain Workshop
I - The Wounded Healing the Wounded. $130-190 sliding scale, previous attendance
at a Radical Faerie Gathering reqd. Write to Harry Hay, 1212 N. Genesee,
LA CA 90046. Nomenus Spiritual Gathering for Radical Faeries - Aug 16-24,
$30/day (notaflof). To work on the gathering, call Joey in SF at 415.861 7609.
Daisy Chain Workshop II - Seeking New Horizons. August 25 to Sept 1. $130-190
sliding scale. Attendance at a Daisy Chain I is prerequisite. Write Harry
Hay as above. Nomenus Symposium - Ideals & Visions for the land. October
11 to October 13. (via Joey Cain, Nomenus Corporate Secetary)
* * MAYA: Plays all original cathartic dance music --
it ranges from fast and funky, dark and multi layered, to disorienting and
polyrhythmic, quiet and acoustic. We like playing clubs, but we love playing
parties. If you're interested in setting up an event, or know of one that
MAYA should be involved in, call GARRIN at 415-931-9561. Please call this
number to request a tape.
* * Sweat Lodge friends: Hello. I am searching for gay
Native Americans who would be interested in discussing Native American spirituality,
particularly shamanism and sweat lodges. For those readers of this tabloid,
you will remember Bloobird's wonderful and insightful experience in a sweat
lodge. I have done some reading and there is also a wonderful video on a sweat
lodge that is available at the SF public library, Main branch. What I would
like to envision in the future, is a sweat lodge outing of serious gay souls
to participate. I would like to find a gay Native American who is familiar
or can facilitate a sweat lodge. I feel that this must be done correctly
and with great respect and reverence for the ritual. If there are such individuals
out there who are willing to do this or know of someone who would, please
contact me: Don Crisostomo, 1169 Market St. #256, SF, CA 94103 or send email
to: donc@sfaids.ucsf.edu. Thank you.
* * 1997 Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair: Saturday, March
29, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco County Fair Building 9th Ave. and Lincoln
Way 10 AM to 6 PM, admission is free
* * The Party at the End of Time: Dancing in communal
ecstasy with the planet -- a global Rave, where everyone is aware of being
together, as one... a massive gathering of like-minded people from all over
the world, united with the intention of altering our destiny... http://www.und.ac.za/und/ccms/global.html
* Harmonic Convergence 2: July 25-27, l997. This is a global event to rekindle
and to reinforce the efforts of the first Harmonic Convergence held ten years
ago, Aug. l6-l7, l997. People, wherever they are on these dates, will be focusing
on PEACE, LOVE, and LIGHT. e-mail bjwolf@rochester.infi.net Please join these
two global events and spread the word.
* WE Festival:
[Wilmington NC]
is seven days of unsigned/independent bands, underground and indie films,
zines and small press, and microbrewed beer. Technically, it's purpose is
to celebrate the independent spirit, share grassroots stories and information,
and advocate a cross-cultural sense of community. This is definitely true,
but hell, let's face it! Mostly, it's about getting a little bit lit, and
checking out all the cool shit folks are out there doing, and having a good
excuse to get together, and meet folks face to face who maybe you've been
corresponding with for a while, but have never actually met. Last year's was
a shitload of fun; we gave away a ton of shit, saw a ton of bands and films,
and drank. A lot. It was a hoot... This year, it's happening from May 22-28,
here in Wilmington, NC. It's $15 for a week long pass, except for major label
reps, it's $1500 for them. This keeps them away, and eliminates the bullshit
factor considerably. It's not elitist, or clique-ish; death metal folks were
hanging out with drag queens who were hanging out with open minded college
kids who were hanging out with punks who were hangin' out with reg'lar joes,
no fights, no trouble from the cops (even though things were going on virtually
24 hours a day), it was just really good. There are a lot of ways to be involved;
one of the main things I'd like for you to consider, is perhaps submitting
a tape to perform. Bands are chosen from the opinions of a blind gauntlet
of listeners. All of the listeners have been actively doing things on the
"underground" for awhile, they're zine writers, critics, disc jockeys, cassette
label folks; you probably know at least one of them (in fact, to the one
who's getting this message, tag, Dr. 13!) like Terry Burke, or Don Campau,
or Jim Santo who does Demouniverse...there are a bunch more, but it's people
who listen to a LOT of music, people who like many different styles of music,
and people who genuinely give a shit. Each band or musical entity (as it
were) has one song put on a "gauntlet tape", which is otherwise unlabeled;
a typical label would say "TAPE ONE- side A- song 1, song 2, song 3.....",
so the listeners don't even get the artist's names; they don't know who they've
voted for until after they've done their critiques (though it's hardly uncommon
for these guys to recognize a band! A true testament to how far a lot of
self-released cassettes can travel, be recirculated and dubbed for friends,
and grow to have a glorious life all their own, but y'all know all about
that, eh?) Each listener writes a critique of each song, and can request
to hear more from a particular band if they feel one song is not enough.
Bands that don't work on a song by song basis are given one 30m side as a
"song", or if they choose, can send an edited segment of their work. The
bands with the best critiques get a featured slot. No two featured slots
coincide timewise, so it's possible to actually see every "featured" band.
And to give you an idea as to how the gauntlet's tastes go, there is a band
that was just the subject of a severe major label bidding war, Athenaum.
They ended up with a two million dollar advance. They didn't get in to WEFest.
Sockeye, on the other hand, did. Unfortunately, Dave had given up live performances
by that time, but some folks who did perform who you might be familiar with
are Broca's Area (their only live performance in front of an audience, ever),
Charlie McAlister from Flannel Banjo, HRM, Vitapup, Corpsevomit, Analogue,
Ultra Vulva, Polycarp w/AV Geeks, and Trespassers W, who came all the way
from The Netherlands to play, God bless 'em. It's not all strictly underground,
though; Standing On Earth represented college rock, Mercury Dime are a country
band, Mountain Brothers are hiphop. WEFest is for all independent artists;
some are fierce in their independence, others eventually want to be a part
of the mainstream. Cottonmouth TX signed with Virgin just months after performing.
We're personally pretty stubborn around here, but it's not necessary to subscribe
to that philosophy; WEFest is only open to independent artists, but it's
more about being part of a creative community, than a political one. And
since we make it clear that there will be no industry people here, just cool
folks who love doing what they do, bands who are more interested in careerism
than self-expression aren't really attracted to us in the first place. I
think that maybe that's part of why everyone got along so well, despite some
obvious differences in taste, or appearance; everyone who attended did so,
because they are sincerely passionate about what they do. And that, for us,
is much more important. In any case, I hope some of you who might wanna perform
will consider sending in tapes to the address at the end of this thing, care
of me, or of WE Festival (either me or my partner Lee get all the tapes sent
to the POBox). We can't promise you a slot, there are only about forty slots
available, and last year, we went through some thousand or so tapes; but
thus far, we've been deluged with an awful lot of yer basic punk/alternative
rawk/metal stuff, and I'd really like to expand it a bit! So far, only three
bands have been confirmed: Neck, from Long Island, who play what I think
Death Metal would sound like, if Brian Wilson listened to Venom; Jenifer
Convertible, a noisy indiepop band, fulla hooks and great songs; and Punch
Drunk Monkeys, who do things like blow up twenty foot garbage bag sculptures
that look like men, inflating them with leaf blowers while they play- their
lead singer is a demented clown who breathes fire, and abuses the audience,
fuckin neat as shit! And even if you don't get a featured slot, we'd love
to help you book a show in our town, whenever you might feel like coming
here. This goes not only for bands who are looking for a few shows to get
'em to the festival so they can hang out, but any other independent band
as well. It always bugs me that we can't say "yes" to everyone, but we really
want the showcasing slots to be special; we want it to mean something. We
also have a rule against repeat performers, so once you've played, you're
ineligible for any future featured slot in upcoming years. One of the things
that we're particularly proud of, is that, even though they know they can't
play a featured show, members of a lot of the bands (flicker, Sidedoor Johnnies,
99cent Special, Velvet, Tricky The Cosmonaut, Martha Mooke, Todd Young, Sweetfeed,
Standing On Earth, Kid With Man Head, Analogue, Tex Svengali, Rodeo Boy,
Rick, Tommie Griggz and Railroad Earth come to mind) who played last year
have already told us that they plan on coming down for this year's festival
anyway, just 'cause they had such a good time. And if you can't be here geographically,
you can participate in the tape trade bin. In the WEFest Exchange Center (a
deconsecrated church that we've rented out), when you come in, there's a
big box where you can throw in up to 25 tapes. Before you leave, you can then
dig through the bin, and take out as many tapes you threw in earlier, so
you can hear some of what's out there that you might not be exposed to otherwise.
If you can't be here, you can send tapes from the bin to us, along with a
prepaid mailer, and when the event is over, we'll go through the tapes that
are left, and send you a bunch back. Also, if you want to send a stack of
catalogs, or fliers, or zines, we'd be more than happy to give them away to
the folks who come, last year we gave away literally hundreds of zines, there
were tables filled with them. Once the event was over, we took all the leftover
zines and fliers and 7"s that folks had sent for us to give away, and we
mailed them to zines, and other interested folks who had sent us prepaid
mailers in order to get some leftovers. Nothing gets thrown away, it all
stays in circulation, and finds good homes. Well, thanks for stickin with
this for so long, I know it's a long ass message! But I hope that you'll find
some value in what we're doing, and feel like participating. The more of
you that get involved, the better it'll be, and we have pretty basic goals,
actually; that everyone who comes feels an active part of what's going on
and is glad they made the trip, that everyone who sends stuff is glad they
did, and that everyone who pays goes home in a daze, still unwilling to believe
that they had so much damn fun. Please feel free to write, or give me a call,
or a fax, or an email, if you have any questions. Also, you can check out
our website (address below), which, ironically I've never seen myself, by
the way! I only have email, and it's done by a kind volunteer in California;
it should fill in some of the blanks a little, perhaps. Take care, and live
well- Kenyata
kenyata sullivan (Grand marquis fat daddy of The Inkpot Monkey, WE =46estival,
Pandora's Lunchbox, Cuddleslut, Opulence!, and other random useless fun crap)
POBox 2071, Wilmington, NC, 28402-2071 (910) 256- 3791 kenyata@juno.com. WEFest
website
Resources
* Faerie discussion group: Send message "subscribe faerie"
to Majordomo@QueerNet.ORG
* Gay Spirit: Powerful queer male drumming circle, monthly.
Contact Roland @ (415) 334-6550
* Holy Faerie Database: CA and Wolf Creek gatherings and
events. PO Box 426732, SF CA 94142
* NOMENUS: PO Box 312 Wolf Creek, OR 97497 (503) 866-2678
* RFD, A Country Journal For Gay Men Everywhere: PO Box
68, Liberty TN 37095
* Tel-A-Faerie: Bay Area radical faerie events line. (415)
626-3369
If you would like to list something in the space above, call Tel-a-Fool
at 415-333-9549 or e-mail bloobird@sirius.com. Links and URLs are welcome!
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Time is not money. Time is art.
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"Oh, lighten up, willya?" Bozo the Clown to Franz Kafka over jelly donuts
at the Chilly-Mart. Check out LSD Tabloid at http://www.eskimo.com:80/~davidk/faeries/pubs.htm
Also visit this lovely, trippy, mind-blowing site at www.2013.org and you
shouldn't miss the Gay Kens of San Francisco at www.sirius.com/~fish= paw/
And don't forget the Frank Moore site at http://www.eroplay.com
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