I seek, from an experienced and seasoned perspective, to wisely corrupt the Gay Youth of today with Love!
Thursday, 21 April 2016
I am Changeling!
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
Tuesday, 12 April 2016
Who Are We?
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Faerie Full-Moon Ritual Sunday 24/1/16
Monday, 3 November 2014
The Dance of the Cis-ish Faerie
So, here’s the thing! Biologically I’m a bloke. Psychologically I can identify as a man. So that would make me a Cis-gendered male. However I am also able to identify as a woman. Not so that ‘I feel like a woman trapped in a man’s body’ but enough that I enjoy inhabiting feminine attire and relating/ being related to, at least partially, as female. From a gender-world view I don’t fit into the Cis- world and I don’t fit into the Trans- world. Cis- men find my drag puzzling and unnecessary. Trans- women resent my ability to pass as Cis- and do not accept me into their fold either. Maybe just as Bisexuals will often complain that from a sexuality point of view they are at home in neither the gay nor the straight world, I, from a gender point of view am at home in neither the Cis- nor the Trans- world. Maybe there could be a word for it-Bigendered? Or Cis-ish?
Blue ripped denimette lycra tights
Peers over half-moon leopard print framed specks
A brightly coloured plastic butterfly quivering on the brim of the
Dark brown floppy top-hat textured with light faun bobbles.
Just the sturdy shoulders of a masculine frame.
A definite bulge in the crotch of those skin-tight blue jeans
And substantial manly thighs there too
Who is this grotesque come to ruin the night at the Badlands Castro Bar?
“Wow-those jeans”
The bouncer braces, sensing imminent danger.
The bartender, with eyes conceding discomfort, attempts nonchalance
But knocks over glasses as he delivers the requested soda.
Saying “Look, what the cat dragged in”
“This bar ‘aint for folk like you”
“Why don’t you stick with yo’ own kind”
Beam down from the plasma walls of this coliseum
And the straight-acting boys
(Pissed, stoned and almost wasted
Usually reluctant to have their sissy invoked)
Are anesthetized enough now to access at least a caricature of their pansy nature.
The Dance effervesces rare breaths of oxygen into a testosterone driven femininity suffocating world.
Even the trans-lads take a few panting gasps as they wiggle their hips and lip-synch to Kylie.
Dances with the space between the backs of disgusted dancers
Dances with the Mascinine-Femculine divine within
Dances as a laugh in the face of the disapproving
Dances a prayer that the “Loved Feminine” become manifest in all ourselves
That the “Hated, Despised, Repressed Feminine” be seen, acknowledged, understood
And gently embraced with love!
Dances it all to Eternity!
Dances it all to The Cosmos!
Friday, 5 September 2014
Folleterre Faerie Gathering Call
Thursday, 12 June 2014
A Faerie Ancestor Visitation
Being well 'over the hill'
My body feels old
It aches and it pains!
Whitman and Broughton
Whisper to me
To the rhythm of train...
On tracks, as I journey
Heading up North
To see my old ma'
I hear:
Thursday, 15 August 2013
Joie de Folleterre
A time for joy.
Nothing in the trees’ gaze contradicts the flowers
Think of it as a merry-go-round,
Bones blur, outlines loosen, a little like trees, indistinct
There is something like music that eases each
Wildly beautiful shapes, colours, swirl
Somewhere bees get busy with tomorrow’s fruiting.
Yes, eyes meet here, shadows
Words are clumsy messengers. Here the language is pretty
With the night they sprawl shifting abruptly to dodge
The days would be roaring and hungry,
A time for sadness.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Blossom, Pollen, Me, My Love and a Cat: A poem for Faerie Magnoose
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
LoveSpirit
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Folleterre Faerie Fire Song
Chorus:Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days
Sitting in the Shadows
Feeling Sad and Lonely
Aching from the Pains of a
Dark and Hurtful Past
With the Coldness of Hatred and Shame and Envy
Swirling all around us like a
Thick Black Haze
Chorus
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days
Feel the Light and Warmth
From the Inside Growing
Glowing like the Fire with its
Dancing Healing Flames
It's the Source of Love and it's
Burning Brighter
Melting down the Icy Cold of
Dark Dark Days
Chorus
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
At Folletere- at Folleterre
Sitting round the Faerie Fire
On this Magic Land!
With the Singing , the Dancing, the Strumming, the Drumming
Dressing-up and Dressing-down
And Happy, Laugh-y Days
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Compassion Shines Through Shadow
Guanyin: Goddess of Compassion!
You have shown me the way
To love myself
And thereby to love all
Here are my demons ...
Of Not-Good-Enough-ness
Of Not-Man-Enough-ness
My exhausting perfectionism
My gasping for the oxygen of approval
My affirmation addiction
My outraged sense of entitlement
To be-at least- engaged with
My fury at the unquestionable assumption
That fathers 'ought to' respond
To a son's overtures for affection
With nurturing love
(My music longed to be heard by him)
Shadow Faeries have poked their healing wands
At these raw wounds
And shown me how
To nurture and heal myself
I have embraced those shadow-casters
I have cuddled warmth
Into their cold shoulders
I stand tall and true
A Mushroom thriving
In the shade
And finally I see...
My Faerie Nature
Was cast into the shadows
By father, by peers
By Church and by State
And the righteous indignation
I feel towards anyone
With the temerity
To portray me
In an unfavorable light
'After all the effort
I've made to be nice
To be acceptable
To assimilate'
IS THE SHADOW I CAST
I now release the pain….
The shadows are no longer mine
And no matter how black is the darkness
I burn with the Fire of Love in my heart
And I am Light
Friday, 14 January 2011
A Prayer to a Body in Need of a Good Rest Or……
Sunday, 28 November 2010
Faerie Sanctuary- A Poem for Fauny for Vision Circle










