And to what do you refer? Not quite sure I follow. I forget, there may be a ban on smoking on faerie village, due to the fact that it is up against a federal building, and there's a law saying no smoking within 50 feet of a federal building.

But then again, telling faeries what to do is like hearding cats. We're a diy space, and I can only speak for myself when I say I will not smoke any tobaco within 50 feet of the building (I don't smoke actually). What anyone else does is up to them. I'm not gonna go out of my way to enforce any laws on anyone.

But yes, be aware that faerie village will not be providing any ash trays. And please, no cigarette buts on the ground, I hate cleaning those up.

Howdy Hey SF Fae on Tribe ! ! !
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Pride is such a complex phenomenon for me so its probably good there are alternative spaces in time to sort out the myriads of meanings and motives. Faerive Village, at least to me, is the eye of some hurricane beyond any one making or doing. Mirocosm macrocosm with both its shit and glory.

In past years my experience of Gay BLT Pride is way different than other gatherings and events in other cities. Cant quite put a finger on the what or how it is so special but there are certainly less militant protesters (as redundant as trying to door-to-door the Vatican) and a hell of alot more freedom than any real worlds Ive ever know.

So RFFV. What the heck is it? Whoses gonna show up? Faerie friends? Fetishists? Tourists? The media? What has it been in the past? What do people seek to recreate for themselves and for others by going back? What might a first timer have heard about what happens there?

I remember the joy and freedom of year one and I bless Sister Blue monthly with my prayers of gratitude. That first year is the one that blesses my memory the most I must confess. The second year for me seemed to be about special interest groups trying to shape fae in their own whoha. Remember all the nuddists who took to their stages who we never seemed to see at sanctuary gatherings much less in RFD. Sometimes in here I fell out from the faeries. The 3rd and 4th years its hard to say what the village was all about as I was spun out and obsessed in my own whoha so I really dont remember much -- than an urgent blackness contrasted with the prettiest rainbows I had ever seen. Last year was a shorter span of time for me as traffic got me there late. But I remember the love from the elders and it felt very clear, nurturing and loving family reuinion albeit with a weird feeling of tourism encircling. Kinda sort of but not really like when a gathering happens at a faerie sanctuary and the few who mistake substances and forms - only in the middle of some more general gayness spinning out into a greater diversity.

So what might this year be like? Whose to say.

When I think of what I would like to share with the genital gay pubic it has a different mood for me than what I would like to share with my faerie sisters and brothers. Qweens come to visit me and Im not necessarily thinking of having a dance party for them or a ritual as spectacle to be showy. But I love to do tricks for my sisters and even more so to tickle their ears with something profound.

Theres a weird edge here for me in wanting to shine my light with my sisters and not wanting the witness of that love to be kitchified or dissipated by illusionists.

I had this dream the other night about holding space in time where there was great spectacle all around. And there were theres beings with binoculars wandering around and collecting their energies for putting it into boxes and trading them for coupons for free food for themselves. Laughing about it later at the bad drag and projected decadence. Then when all the spectacle and mayhem had faded the beings of light took to the winds having left a much greener space in time. Somehow rippling out in all directions sublime profound and sublime not so pretty. Then I woke up and could hear the crickets chirping so I realized I was back at home.

I totally trust the qweens and energies that are holding space for RFFV to happen again this year.

I myself would hope to contribute in whatever way I can to help hold and maintain a wonderous space in time in ways so as to enchant and mystify any and all angst of the subject-object spectacle.

so mote it bees ....

Hitirus of the High Desert

PS If they frisk me and try to take my medicine bag like they did that time in LA at Hollyweird Pride they better watch out. Some qweens only smoke when they are on fire. Meow.