Atheist to Spiritual Being- a letter to the Edward Carpenter Community

It is with more than a little trepidation that I make this posting!

I will endeavour to type from my heart as if I were talking in a heart circle holding the talisman and speaking my truth in love without any malice towards any of you.

I do not invite electronic responses to my contribution.

If you want to talk to me about it give me a call . Or catch up with me at Laurieston in September.

I am a man of Science and much of what Ted, Nigel and Dave have contributed in the recent skirmishes about Spirituality resonate with the Empiricist in me.

Ten years ago [having rejected my inculcated rejecting and invalidating Christian faith] I was feeling empty and joyless yearning for the spiritual baby I had thrown out with the religious bathwater of my youth. Unfortunately there was nowhere to go with this.

I learned to meditate and found that the skill of detaching from my many and varied streams of consciousness was an invaluable first step toward recognizing that 'I' constituted more than my brain's constant chatter.

I went on a 10-day silent retreat meditating 10 hours a day and became more skilled through practice without distraction.

Suspecting there was an important link between my sexuality and the path, which would result in the cultivation and sustenance of a spiritual life I tracked down a book of daily readings ‘The Essential Gay Mystics’, compiled by Andrew Harvey.

Reading a little bit of what a Gay Spiritual person had written every day helped. Because the contributors were Gay it helped to open my mind and to trust that I might find a way to reconcile my sexuality with some form of spirituality. The messages from these spiritual voices would not be barbed with homophobia.

At around this time I was also feeling that there were untapped and underdeveloped creative aspects of myself, which needed attention.

A friend suggested that I embark on the Artist's Way by Julia Cameron- a 12 week self help programme to help kick-start an Artist's blocked and shut down creativity.

Writing 3 pages per day and giving my inner Artist a weekly treat in the form of an Artist's date resuscitated my ailing creative spirit and I started to learn how acts of creativity are unscientific-ish expressions of my own uniqueness and vulnerability. By being brave enough to tolerate the potential for ridicule I started to feel a connection with something greater than me. As if the creativity didn't belong to me but instead flowed through me.

Then on another silent retreat I read Eckhart Tolle's 'The Power of Now’, which opened my awareness to my unhelpful habit of mentally residing in the past and future, and thus being unavailable to the most powerful moment we ever have in our lives- now!

In September 2009 I went on my first ECC GMW at Laurieston. It blew my mind and opened me up to how my sexuality could be an integral part of my spirituality [and how my spirituality could be an integral part of my sexuality].

Having ordered the book 12 months before I was finally ready to read 'Gay Spirit Myth and Meaning' [Ed Mark Thompson] and this consolidated a sense that my sexuality and spirituality could happily co-exist but there was going to be no convenient group, Church or religion to support or validate me. The support would need to be created because it hasn't quite happened yet.

I was lucky enough to meet and befriend a beautiful Witch who helped me to explore the hitherto Taboo area of Witchcraft. I attended a number of Pagan rituals and recognized that there was something very real, familiar accepting and human about the practice- and not a single human sacrifice in evidence anywhere!

My interest in Pagan ritual has been stimulated by attending 4 Faerie Gatherings and I've just finished reading 'Gay Witchcraft Empowering the Tribe' by Christopher Penczac which has certainly empowered me as a strong and solitary practitioner.

As a result of attending the 2010 Laurieston GMW I teamed up with a local ECCer here in Brighton [Big Love Ian-How's your Magic Boy?] and together we're working through 'Gay Spirit Warrior-an empowerment workbook for men who love men' by John R Stowe [a book I bought ten years ago when I first started to feel spiritually undernourished but which I never had the motivation to read]

I'm writing all this to highlight that for me, my sense of spirituality could never have materialized as the outcome of an intellectual email exchange.

What has the move from atheist to spiritual being required of me? At least a temporary suspension of disbelief, a real engagement of my imagination and quite a bit of persistence.

So if you're feeling sad, joyless and spiritually hungry try a scientific experiment.

In the true spirit of the scientist aware of phenomena unexplained by conventional wisdom, take that leap of faith, suspend your disbelief, risk feeling vulnerable, meditate, read, be creative for a few months and then step back and see if you can sense something spiritual going on in your life.

Maybe we could talk about the results of your experiment when we meet at Laurieston in September

:-)

If spirituality cannot be part of your consciousness please don't shout at me because it is part of mine. I have experienced life without spirit and it didn't suit me.

I love you

Timkerbel

Anniversary of my first Pagan Ritual

Last year my witch friend Patrick asked me if I’d like to attend a pagan ritual.

We all assembled at his flat near Brighton seafront. The atmosphere was informal and relaxed.

The ritual was to celebrate Imbolic [pronounced Im-mulk]. The mid point between the winter solstice- Yule and spring equinox- Easter.

There were eight of us. Patrick, his protégé Tara, his boyfriend Winston, Tara’s boyfriend Sam, Patrick and Winston’s trans flatmate Deborah, Welsh Alyn from London, Nick a friend visiting from Manchester and Me.

Patrick asked us to write something about what we would like to grow in ourselves and then to pick a word which summarized the intent.

We read our intentions to each other, sealed what we had written in envelopes with wax to be unveiled after a year, and then processed off to the beach.

The night was crisp. The sea was alive and welcoming our presence.

A relaxing meditation led by Winston took us through a visualization to cleanse our chakras. Base- Genital- Solar Plexus- Heart- Throat- Third Eye- Crown

Flowers opening Red- Orange- Yellow- Green- Blue- Purple and then Bright cleansing Light

A Circle was cast in the light of the late January moon.

The quarters were called

The Spirit of the East representing Air and Thought was invoked by Deborah and welcomed to the Circle

The Spirit of the South representing Fire and Energy was invoked by Sam and welcomed to the Circle

The Spirit of the East representing Water and Emotional Drive was invoked by Alyn and welcomed into the Circle

The Spirit of the North representing Earth and Manifestation was invoked by Winson and welcomed into the Circle

The God was invoked and welcomed by Tara

The Goddess was invoked and welcomed by Patrick

We were then asked to shout out our Intention Word

Patrick started and shouted

TOGETHER

Deborah followed and shouted

HUMILITY

Then Nick

CREATIVITY

Sam

TURN-AROUND

Alyn

CLARITY

Me

PRESENCE

Winston

TRANSFORMATION

And finally Tara

DISCIPLINE

Round the circle we went three times shouting our intentions.

We danced and screamed stamping our feet on the clacking pebbles of the beech our hot breath turning to white steam in our excitement.

Wine was poured into a goblet and passed around.

We looked to the moon and it replied to us with the most beautiful moonbow the first I had ever knowingly witnessed.

We were transfixed in a magickal moment.

The Earth, The Universe, Our Bodies, Our Spirits!

All Was One for Just That Moment.

The Circle was then closed but not broken and we processed back to the flat.

When we’re settled and those present at last year’s rituals open their sealed intentions to themselves from last year, Alyn takes a poem he’s written and reads it to us

The Coming of Spring

Heard in the far distance- a rhythm pounding closer

A great white mare thrashes the bright air

Magnificent with her tail of silver fire

Galloping hard over granite earth

Sounding a drumbeat with hooves of polished steel

Over and over in measured dance.

Thud close followed Thud.

Waking the sleeping from slumber

Dark earth stirs, sap rises

And fresh green creeps skywards

Milk flows from breast to suckle new life

….And She emerges

Young vibrant and virgin white

Garlanding the day as in her footsteps tender flowers spring

It has been winter but now she smiles

And The Circle turns!

A Prayer to a Body in Need of a Good Rest Or……

Or…… My Reflections on My Reflections on My Reflection

[Or…… What You Might End Up Saying If You Turn Your Negative Body Talk Into Positive Affirmations]

Here is a Body

Vulnerable and Exposed…..

Shameless

Sacred Holy

Totally Acceptable and Divine

Spiritually Good

Slim, Trim, Slim and Trim

Surprisingly Youthful

Young and Vital

Cuddly and Curvaceous

Smooth and Furry

Muscled

Beautifully Androgynous

Masculine Enough

Dinky Genitals- Perfectly Formed

:-)

Beautiful, Amazing, Hairy and Handsome

Strong, Adapting, Dynamic, Evolving, Growing

Wonderful Changing Regenerating Miraculous

Attractive, Sexually Attractive, Tasty

In Surprisingly Good Nick

A Great Oak

A Well-Looked-After Vintage Car

Hello!

You are Smouldering, Sensual and Sensuous

Feeling, Touching, Tasting, Smelling

The Silent Witness and Guide when Ethereal and Material Clash

The Vessel

The Instrument

The Tool

Transient, Transitory and Transitional

Indispensable Now- Yet Ultimately Disposable

Body!

Talk To Me!

Show Me How You Feel!

Why am I Gay? Lucky Me Being Me!

The fashionable answer to the question ‘Why are you Gay’ for any self -respecting queer is that one has no choice in the matter and that sexuality, along with eye colour and shoe size is simply predetermined by genetic make-up. I’m not sure however that for me it was quite so simple!

My route towards a preference for phallic and masculine erotic stuff doesn’t seem, on reflection, to have been a process of simply following a biologically driven Fixed Action Pattern.

My parents were strange socially aloof individuals and, although my mother was loving, my father was a gruff and emotionally distant disciplinarian. My much older brothers kept each other company and successfully bridged a link into healthy male social networks. Whilst they were out playing rugby and football, processing their adolescent testosterone drives along socially acceptable avenues, I was a six-year-old baby playing with my 8-year-old sister and learning the secrets of the feminine world. I was a girly boy. I liked to roller skate and skip with the girls. But most of all I loved it when they talked about boys. These remote sweaty masculine figures with deep voices and prominent Adam’s Apples; aggressive, unreliable and unfaithful; pulsating with muscles and veins and sprouting pubic hair. What deliciously and forbidden-ly tasty creatures they seemed to me!

I remember at the age of 7 or 8 hanging out with my sister’s friends as they were talking about boys and thinking that I would end up being a most unusual man when I grew up because of the very intimate understanding I was developing about boys from girls.

My dad was a Scout Leader so summer camps meant exposure to sex obsessed adolescent lads. They were bemused by the innocence of their Scout Leader’s 8-year-old son. I’d sneak off and hang around Eagle Patrol to get my daily fix of sex education. We'd stand around the campfire, the older boys caressing their private bits under their speedos and I’d listen wide eyed as they would solemnly and graphically describe for me ‘How I was Born’, ‘What is Spunk’, 'How to Wank' and the technicality, even, of conception as a consequence of a ripped condom [‘Being Born on a Bursted Johnny’].

After this I wanted to get closer to boys but I never seemed to properly get the way they thought and so they remained inaccessible, alien and a bit frightening to me. I eroticized the fear and the fantasies followed.

I longed to become sexually mature but it seemed to take forever. My relatively delayed puberty at 16 meant that I was cruelly exposed to 5 years worth of watching boys in the school showers gradually morphing into men. When yet another member of my year group dropped his balls I’d be filled with a mixture of dread and arousal- dread that this thing might never happen for me, and arousal at the steamy proximity of yet more naked man flesh!

I then learned to internalize society’s homophobia, acted as masculine as I could pretend, had sex with a man for the first time at the age of 20 and started the very slow process of coming out. I’ve spent the last thirty years chipping away at a subconscious fear of rejection for being different. Thankfully the shame is dissipating, I’m learning the joy of openly acknowledging my vulnerability and that therein lies the secret of true intimacy.

Why am I gay? It’s just me being me! And that’s really lucky.

Featherstone Castle Albion Faerie Gathering Friday 28 Jan 2011 - Monday 7 Feb 2011

Booking for the Faerie Gathering at Featherstone castle is now open!
For our promotional video [Thanks to PinkDalek] check out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnd3erZ7cMI
For more details and booking form:
www.albionfaeries.co.uk/FeatherstoneCastle2011.htm

Come and frolic with the Albion Faeries!
Live in this enchanted Faerie Castle in the middle of the beautiful island of Albion.
Come alive as nature stirs in her slumbers.
Snuggle and cuddle by the fireside.
Gaze with friends into the flames and together let us envisage our futures!

Love
Light
Blessings
x

Faerie Sanctuary- A Poem for Fauny for Vision Circle

This place is my heaven

This place is my dream!

A gathering place for kindred spirits from high and low, from near and far.

A place where stimulating, interesting, fascinating, challenging relationships are safely cultivated…

The fruits to be harvested as a gift to the planet!

A place to relax and relate to each other’s deity within

To affirm each other’s inner beautiful uniqueness.

A place of joyful festivity and carnival!

An escape from the divisions created by inequalities of power and wealth.

Away from orientation and identity constrictions.

A place where children are welcomed to experience a world of trust between queer adult and child

A Wild Faerieworld where the adult inner child is free and full of play.

A chance to consolidate a sense of who we are and our purpose in life.

A place to experience deep family ties

Blood is thicker than water but Spirit is thicker than both!

A place instilling strength and bravery to become who we truly are from moment to moment.

A place where the exquisite sacredness of touch is experienced and explored without fear of censure.

This place is my heaven

This place is my dream!

Where the specialness we feel which is central to our lives is ‘quite normal’.

Where our stimulating, challenging energy is revolutionary, evolutionary and ‘perfectly natural’.

Where our magick is an exciting expression of our uniqueness.

Where we are privileged adventurers having fun by simply us being us!

Feeling fresh and clean in an oasis of Faerie Wisdom

Balancing the needs of our minds, bodies and souls.

Healing ourselves!

Our emotional sacredness a sacrament to heal the world.

This place is my heaven

This place is my dream!

Where we will stop feeling awkward about being noticed as different

Where we will feel empowered to push boundaries in ourselves and each other.

Where we will foster and nurture self discovery

Where we will challenge conventional restrictions.

This is a place where there is a frisson of danger

This is a womb of safety

A place for valuing and validating

A Balanced Natural Wise Accepting Space where Fabulousness oozes out of us effortlessly!

A place for Health and Happiness and Joyfulness!

A place to explore the wondrous miracles of our sexualities and identities.

A space to tune into the understandings and ethics of our ancestors.

A space to cultivate inner peace and equanimity.

A temple where Queer Spirit will thrive

Where self understanding

Where seeking, acknowledging, and owning the light and the shade in ourselves

Is about moving away from the mirage of a unity created by agreed divisiveness.

Each of us produces a silken thread of uniqueness

In this place we find the silken thread in our own lives

And together we weave a tapestry.

This is the story of our past

The story of our present

The story of our future.

This place is my heaven

This place is my dream!

Hail and Welcome!

The Spirit of The Faerie

Ooh-I’ve come over all Queer!

This time last year if someone had asked me how gay I was I’d have probably just said ‘Very Gay’ and not really thought much more about it. Back then I thought Queer was a useful generic term for LGBT folk- a handy passive aggressive reclaiming of an abusive insult.
‘My God you’re soooo Gay!’ can mean so many things. If it’s being said by a 14 year old school boy then you’re being homophobically insulted because, as every schoolchild knows these days, anything described as gay is-well total crap. If you’re Graham Norton it probably means you’re being seen as somehow fabulously camp, witty, superficial and flippant.
If you identify yourself as Queer however then calling someone Gay is a political jibe with the suggestion that the person has sold out or assimilated into straight society.
Back in the days when homosexuals [as gay men then referred to themselves] were fighting for civil rights as a persecuted minority, there was a split between the assimilationists and radicals. The assimilationists argued that the only way to win the same human rights as ‘normal people’ [as most straights then referred to themselves] was by asserting that we were no different from straights other than our sexual preference, and that we could prove this by joining mainstream society, settling down into monogamous relationships, getting a mortgage, acquiring a couple of cats and dreaming of adopting children someday.
The radicals on the other hand -who subsequently became known as the Faeries- took a different view. They maintained that we were not the same as everyone else, that the difference was significant and meant something and that our purpose was to discover and develop this quality of different-ness. The Faeries believed that this was what constituted our usefulness to a mainstream society overburdened with child bearing and capitalistic preoccupation. We had the gift of prizing subject- subject relationships [ie person to person love not tied in with material possessions] that for us existed happily outside of the prevalent subject-object relationships rife amongst our straight brethren. They even went as far as to say that because of our unique ability to look like everyone else whilst being dramatically different inside, we were blessed with a special healing and spiritual power which enabled us to understand two sides of conflicting perspectives making us well placed to excel in roles as therapists, shamen, diplomats and teachers.
The faeries have, over the years battled to hold on to their Queerness and have joined with others forced into the margins by virtue of their sexuality and gender differences. Queer encompasses LGB and T with an anti-assimilationist agenda.
Twelve months ago I was one of those assimilated gay men until I met the Faeries. Three faerie gatherings later I’m a lot clearer about how an unquestioned patriarchal society attempted to batter the feminine aspects of my nature out of me and although failing to process me into a closet case turned me into a straight acting gay man with a good helping of internalized homophobia desperate to be accepted by adopting monogamy and mortgage servitude
Nowadays I’m ready to accept embellish and celebrate my queerness and I can tell you it’s so much more fun than trying to fit in.
So how gay am I? 0%
How queer am I? 100%

The Intimacy of Being

Last year’s Gay Men's Week at Laurieston: ‘The dance between power and intimacy’, set me off on a 12 month roller coaster journey of self healing, spiritual integration and joyfulness which climaxed in this September’s week: ‘Pleasure, Love, Joy, Light- The intimacy of being’

I’d like to thank all members of the Edward Carpenter Community for supporting this magically facilitative network of loving men. Without it I could not have allowed myself to become the person I now am!

So, what happened? Last September I felt sad and friendless. Forty-nine years old and locked into an erotic-free yet physically, emotionally and romantically close relationship with my long-term partner who had been plagued with physical health problems for 6 of the 10 years we’d been together. Prior to my relationship with him I had enjoyed a reasonably vigorous sex life but when we fell in love we committed to a monogamous life together. So by the sixth year of attempting to be sexually faithful to a sex-less relationship, always hopeful that the illnesses would remit but perpetually disappointed by his consistently absent libido, something was going to snap. I didn’t want it to be our relationship. I didn’t want it to be my mental state. I didn’t want it to be my own physical health- though preoccupation with aches and pains were threatening to colonise my consciousness and make me old before my time.

Without fully understanding why, I found myself on last year’s Laurieston September week and it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me.

By sharing my predicament in Heart Circle and Base Groups in the context of a programme of events encouraging openness to self and others, exploring the link between sexual and spiritual, I was able to discover that truth to myself lay in openly acknowledging my sadness. What had previously seemed to be a safe, powerful position of holding onto a mental armoury designed to project that I was a happily assimilated monogamous gay man, could now be seen as an obvious unhappiness-making mirage. I learned that intimacy in relationships grew from both trusting others to accept me in my vulnerability and allowing others to trust me with their vulnerabilities too!

With that important lesson learned as a foundation, I was able to return to my previously forlorn existence with a new lease of life. Could my relationship withstand some consensual, ethical, non-monogamy? Of course it could-and what a relief for both of us that we could actually talk about it! How would I develop my newfound fascination with the development of spirituality via sexuality? Why had these vitally important aspects of my personhood been perceived as mutually exclusive?

Four months later I’m experiencing the nature-bound healing spiritual Magick of a Faerie gathering at Featherstone Castle. Four months later I’m in community with beautiful Eurofaeries at Folleterre Faerie Sanctuary. Three months later I’m in Berlin for another week of Faerie frolicking in the company of queer folk allowing ourselves to be our very own unique selves! Two weeks later and I’m back at Laurieston focusing on Pleasure, Love, Joy, Light. Within days our community develops a deep physical, emotional and sexual intimacy allowing us to re-awaken an awareness of ourselves as sexual and spiritual pioneers. Learning the answer to the questions ‘Who do I want to be? What am I waiting for? What do I want to let go of?’

What have I learned in all this? Being brave enough to truly be myself (and this is not an insignificant piece of work in progress) is immensely pleasurable, gets me in touch with Spirit, inevitably invites genuine intimacy and generates joy in bucket-loads!

Thank-you to the organisers Shokti, Kevin, Adrian and Peter!

I’m looking forward to next year!

Pleasure, Love, Joy, Light!

Away with the Faeries!

I’ve just returned from a Faerie Gathering in Berlin. It was my third one this year so I guess I’ve become pretty addicted to Faerie Magick! Each event was a spontaneous gathering-together in virtual sanctuary of a fascinating bunch of weird and wonderful queer creative souls with spiritual growth, sexual healing and transformational affirmation all in abundance.
I was introduced to my first gathering at Featherstone Castle in Northumberland back in February by a Faerie I’d met at a Laurieston Edward Carpenter ‘Tantric Sex Workshop’ at the end of last year. Featherstone is a wonderful, secluded, ancient castle where we celebrated the Pagan festival of Imbolic. Forty-odd gay men, a couple of bisexual women, a trans man and a trans woman came together [literally] in a ten day ecstasy of fraternal love and polyamory.
My second gathering was in June at Folleterre in Eastern France- the permanent home of the Eurofaeries. An old, secluded farmhouse in an ancient forest provided the backdrop for an intimate group of 20 of us to explore the concept of Rewilding [the opposite of domestication]. Every day for an hour we’d find our favourite sit-spot and would silently absorb the amazing-ness of nature without fear of interruption. Informal workshops on Trans-, consent, patriarchy, sex and permaculture were fitted around cooking, wood chopping, swimming, sunbathing, fire making, drumming, singing, dancing and dressing-up.
The gathering in Berlin was exclusively for male identified Faeries. Thirty-five men from across Europe and a couple of Americans ranging in age from 25 to 78 got the chance to get to know each other on an emotionally intimate level. Daily ‘Heart Circles’ allowed us to speak totally honestly from our hearts about what was happening in our lives, our trials and tribulations in general and our specific issues in the moment. What a vivid tapestry of authentic subject-to-subject relationships we found ourselves weaving together! And what a refreshing change from the less honest relationships that so often surround us.
By this third gathering I had learned to trust and be trusted by my Faerie friends. I awakened an awareness that my journey towards becoming an assimilated straight-acting gay man began with me as the sissy boy who hung around with the girls, skipping, roller-skating and talking about boys. I realised back then that the feminine aspect of my nature signalled to the bullies who policed the patriarchal status quo that my sexuality was other than totally straight. I learned to slap back any hints of femininity in my behaviour and I became a macho closet case determined not to be emotionally annihilated like the sissies in my school who either couldn’t or wouldn’t conform.
Gender role and sexuality stereotype expectations are writ large in the Sports Arena. The changing-rooms, showers and sports field have always been uniquely hostile environments to those of us who didn’t fit in.
Is this why sport and sissy sensibility don’t sit pretty together?
Write to me: gaysocrates@gmail.com

Queer Blogs- the Best LGBT News Medium

When I was a little coming out chicken the only gay media around was ‘Gay Times’. Back then in the early 70s this was a rather worthy publication. Back then there were lots of injustices, it wasn’t fair, it needed to change and so it was important to share information and maintain solidarity. GT helped us to do this.

Then came my first encounter with ‘Attitude’ magazine. It was sitting there bold as brass in my local newsagent’s- albeit on the top shelf but none the less out-and-proud and unapologetic. Those first issues were full of- well- attitude and humour. Not ashamed to be frivolous and to celebrate camp gay stuff. It seemed like the gay media had reached a level of self-assuredness. Sadly in my dotage I’m now less inclined to read gay beauty magazines. I follow Baz Luhrmann’s advice as stated in his immemorable ‘Everybody’s free [to wear sunscreen]’ diatribe ‘Do not read beauty magazines-they will only make you feel ugly’.

So how do I get my information about LGBT related matters now?
I suppose it is via my LGBT friends and of course GScene magazine [tee-hee]. I’ve certainly stopped trusting the conventional mass media. For me it has become totally toxic. It seems to just pedal misinformation and induces fear and mistrust.

The media of the new millennium are email, blogs, facebook, texting and tweeting. These media have allowed us to spread our social networks further afield and to cut out these poisonous mass media middlemen.

I now take time to develop friendships via the Edward Carpenter Community and the Faeries. These friends are the best sources of information for what is happening to them, their friends and to the planet.

Through my blog I’ve met a good few virtual friends. Rory is a deeply spiritual Taoist who lives with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome in the North East of Scotland [blog http://lucid-exposition.blogspot.com/]. Keith is a highly intelligent writer who battles with episodic unipolar depression in Hollywood [blog http://brokenwholeblog.blogspot.com/].

I met Spanish-speaking Marco whilst on holiday in Toronto. He now lives in Mexico and we keep in touch- by emailing in each other’s language. He struggles with the closeted-ness induced by the homophobia of South American Catholicism.

In the past 30 years or so in the UK we have moved away from a focus on civil rights and rectifying social injustice. We have enjoyed a dalliance with assimilation and are increasingly accepted into mainstream society provided we shut up and fit in. Sadly fitting in involves becoming part of an empty, shallow, consumerist, cosmetically obsessed, sex focused, death denying, planet poisoning, war-torn system with our intimate relationships tied to civil partnerships, property and wealth.

Let’s break free of our ties to this oppressing system. Let’s connect to each other on a deeper loving level and generate our own information and organisation. We just need to make a bit of effort and not expect to be spoon fed with information that is anything other than toxic waste to our unique natures as queer folk.