A Faerie Tale of SexMagick

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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