Still on the Edge in Sumas

Well its October, isn't it? Yea for that (gotta luv Holloween) and also, what next in store for the bus, ayee?

Just got back from an amazing weekend with the Vancouver (BC) faeries, a weekend that those on the outside might characterize as some kinda "men's" movement thing, but in reality was simply a radical faerie Gathering. What a time.

You know I haven't been to such a collective spiritual assemblaage in quite a few years, I mean I've been to gatherings lately, but none where I knew quite so few people, compared to those I'd never met. It meant some added, unexpected stress, mixing that first Friday night as I did, with many and varied men I'd never known before, let alone met; a certain 'beyond the box' men-tality wasn't quyte enuff.

Naturally (or, unexpectantly) enough, Mark was there, calling and naming himself, every bit as supportive and emotive and loving as only he can be...Death personified, don'tcha know...

Can't remember the last time I cried,

except Satyrday, when Eric gathered his heart around apologetic strings of recompense, if only I'd expected that first one, or...

when Mentor, held me mystified as I pointed out what little I could say to a stranger about terror, and Death talks to ME about every day, thank-you very much!!!

No worries, no boundaries, no end in sight my love.

So instead of fretting over the present I randomly scattered some tickets to diversion or namely, my new "DOT" com...or that which brings you here if you know the URL...apocolypticop.com.

SO relevant she is too you know...

Sprout is anything but a green shoot;

and Terri is a pillar;

and Robin Hood is a victor;

and that unnamed cutie cuddle stroke-boy is amazing;

and Andre's talons;

and Pansie's singing;

and that other unamed newbie's coming-out struggles feel-right;

and Watermelon can climb a treehouse like nobody I've ever seen;

And Pheonix is a burnin'; and damn if I know what she's think'n;

and all those who weren't there...were hopefully missed.

and Stardust and Juniper and Snake and beautiful music Mercury and all the other radfae's that made up such a time...

gawd...THANKS you'all.

Mark this morning told me of a gathering back in Iowa/Michingan??? in the early 1980's in which the police RAIDED, due to a 'mole' in their midst; a radical faerie mole who plea bargained down...

...and the police raid resulted in three arrests, including in one radical fae who'd jumped bail, another who posessed pot and a third the mole himself, or such is as I recall.

...and it got me to thinking about how in the early '80's times were not so different as now, as far as homosexual branding and how very easy it is to be a 'radical' these days.

...and so we took a school bus tour of the city of Vancouver with Darlene has guide and thoroughly impressed ourselves upon the populace, but not before a very needed and grim scene visit to the asphault on which the body of Aaron Webster was found, very much dead and naked and completely unavenged.

This was a gathering of new friends, tears, dares, and exile. I thank you all; esp Danzante... Must go.