Once upon a
time and not so very long ago, three SexMagicians came to the Faerie-village of
Folleterre from across the vast ocean.
They spoke of
the beauty to be borne of a complete love for one another.
But we Faeries
were wounded and afraid.
Our desire for
physical passion had been wrenched away from our natural gifts with emotional
intimacy from as far back as we could remember.
We said “Sure,
as a gang of Faeries, we can have an orgy”.
We said “We
know how to be caring and concerned for each other”.
“But”, we said,
“ although we wish it were different, there’s no way we can do sex AND
emotional intimacy at the same time”.
“Yes there is”
the SexMagicians said.
“Trust us and
together we will create the most beautiful and secure container which will
bring to pass what, right now, seems like an impossibility”.
“It won’t be
easy”, they said, “ but with patience, and bravery, and determination from
everyone, it will happen”.
The prize
seemed worth at least some effort. So we all agreed to try.
Chas-an
elder and the wisest of the SexMagicians- led the way.
He told us “We
will be sharing our deepest selves- from the heart- hour by hour by hour and
day by day by day - until, one by one, we will finally all know that the
container is secure”.
The second
SexMagician-Sister Ethica Slut: a perpetually-indulgent-mother
superior-kind-of-magician helped to keep us clean organised and focussed.
The third
SexMagician-Rosie Delicious: a man-boy creator with a gentle sadness about his
eyes told us what we needed to do next.
“Faggots” he
said “are just bundles of weak and brittle twigs"
"On our
own, we Faerie-faggots are weak and brittle, but bound together we are strong.
Together we can burst forth with a flaming passionate love"
"All it
takes is some patience to bring our weak and brittle twigs to the circle and
hour by hour by hour and day by day by day we will weave those twigs into the
most amazing, elaborate basket that any of us have ever seen"
"This will
be the container which will allow us to love each other with both passion and
intimacy”
Then off we
went, one by one, sharing the twisted brittle intimacies of our unique
vulnerabilities, nervous at first but growing in confidence; encouraged by the
gentle compassion of the SexMagicians.
Hour by hour by
hour and day by day by day we shared and we wove. We shared and we wove.
One faerie saw
the beauty of the basket right at the start and said so!
Then another
Faerie saw the beauty of the basket we were weaving and knew it was safe- she
said so too!
Finally, one by
one, (hour by hour by hour, day by day by day), the basket was seen as
beautiful, safe and secure by every Faerie in the circle.
And we all said
so too!
Then-Bang!
SexMagick bursts
into the village
A loud noise
A blinding
light
The basket
begins to shudder
And then it is
alive!
Leaves sprout,
flower buds blossom.
Birds sing at
the spectacle.
Butterflies
dance around disco petals.
Bees sense the
sweetness of the air.
And we are in
Eden
Thank-you for bringing
SexMagic to Folleterre Chas, Ethica, Rosie
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