Saturday, 11 March 2017

10 Steps Towards Emotional Intimacy: The Faerie Heart Circle Ritual

1 Find at least one other person you feel able to confide in and who would be able to confide in you. (If you don’t know anyone you need to find a new set of friends- or start up a Meet-up Group!)

2 Find a special object- call it a Talisman- to hold and pass around the circle.

3 Designate a date and time and set aside at least 2 hours free of disturbance.

4 Turn all your devices off and prepare to communicate the truth of what is going on for you right now. In the Flesh. No edits. The raw, honest authentic truth! 

5 Pick up the talisman and say ‘In this Heart Circle I will have the opportunity to share but only when I hold the Talisman. Do you agree to do this too?’

6 Wait for all present to say- Yes I agree! (if they don’t, then send them home and find another group!)

7 Light a candle and pass the Talisman and this text to the left. The next person says ‘At the beginning of my sharing I will say my name and it will be repeated back by the circle as an affirmation of mutual support. Do you agree to do this too?’

8 This person lights a candle then passes the Talisman and this text to the left and so on.

9 These statements are said, asking for agreement, by other participants or if there are just 2 or three of you they are shared between you:

  • I will speak from the heart about what is alive and true for me right now.
  • I will own my statements by using ‘I’ and ‘my’ rather than ‘you’ or ‘we’. 
  • I promise to listen with empathy and to have a compassionate awareness of any judgement as it arises within me. 
  • During the circle, I may hear something that resonates with me. I will not directly comment on, or offer any advice to others. However it may affect my subsequent sharing.
  • I may say nothing when the talisman comes to me but I will allow myself time to be present with my feelings before passing it on. 
  • I will allow others personal space to be fully with their own experience- in tears or laughter. Comfort or hugs may be non-verbally offered and accepted when the sharing has finished. 
  • I will look after my emotional and physical needs and if I have to leave the room I will do so at the end of a share.  
  • If I would like to talk about something said in the circle with that person afterwards, I may ask  but I accept that the answer could be no. 
  • I promise to keep everything in this heart circle CONFIDENTIAL. 
10 Now take the talisman and share from the heart for as long as it takes then pass it on. When all has been said hold hands. Take 3 deep breaths then blow the candles out. Enjoy!

Saturday, 31 December 2016

If You Like To Take It Up The A*se- Does That Make You A Sissy?

Last week I had sex with a guy in the sauna. Yay! And afterwards when we were cuddling and chatting in our little cubicle (it can happen sometimes- occasionally) we got on to the subject of how to respond to THAT QUESTION: ‘Are you a Top or a Bottom?’

It’s a question often furtively asked during the course of a bit of fumbling exploratory touch. It seems to be asked by guys in a rush to get to some kind of destination. They ‘aint looking for some mutually explored erotic adventure. It’s like they want to fast forward to some live-action, conventionally plugged-in, porn cum-shot.

I usually indicate that I’m enjoying the touch happening right now and that I’m capable of going with the flow of wherever it might take us. Which usually gets us back in the zone!

My sauna buddy seemed interested to talk about this topic, so I told him, for the record, that with regard to gender I personally identified as a bigendered. 

And, furthermore, having reflected on how my bigendered-ness impacts on my sexuality, I’ve come to the conclusion that the feminine pole of my gender is BISEXUAL! She’s into men who are into her femininity and she’s also into women who want to engage in sexual play with her. (Hmm- one of these days that fantasy of a dominant woman with a strap-on taking me to heaven will become a reality!). 

And then there’s the masculine end of my spectral identity, who is a sexually versatile gay guy. He enjoys f*cking, being f*cked, s*cking, being s*cked, d*minating and s*bmitting. It’s all f*cking great!

Then my sauna lover said ‘Well, I’ve done Queer Studies and they said there, that ‘Bigendered’ doesn’t exist because gender is all fluid-like’. He was young and not a little irritatingly- if not invalidatingly- correct. I suppose!

As a sissy child I was ruthlessly coerced into eradicating any element of femininity from my behaviour. I was a quick learner and a good little actor and so rapidly acquired a reasonably convincing straight-acting veneer of false-self. It’s taken years to recognise and challenge the shame that I was made to feel about my sissy self. Thankfully I am now able to honour and reclaim it as my precious birthright.

Why does this ugly gender expression repression happen? And why do so many men  continue to hide and despise their feminine nature. Is it because we live in a patriarchal, misogynist culture hating women and seeing men who resemble women as even worse?

Whatever it is, we do appear to be stuck with this gender binary thing and it does seem, for many, to touch on something deeply fundamental which shouldn’t be messed with! 

Maybe I’m just a freak of nature. Maybe most men are just men. In which case that’s just fine too!

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

The Hope of a Not-Doing Faerie

A few years ago I began to wonder whether that little urge to ‘make a difference’, I’d  always been encouraged to cultivate and demonstrate in my life, wasn’t just part of a fast-breeder-mass-effect fuck up for the planet. What if I could just take a step back and let it all just be. And what if everyone else could just do the same? The amazing subversive Taoist principle of Not-Doing (Wu-Wei). The counter-intuitive behavior of responding to the demanding voice which says ‘Don’t just sit there DO SOMETHING’ by quietly replying ‘Don’t just do something- SIT THERE’
....And BREATHE. 

When I first started this practice it felt like I was taking my hands off the steering wheel, blindfolded whilst driving at full pelt down the M1. Now it feels more like gently being driven along in a Google car (but still with that nagging fear of imminently getting mangled beneath an undetected articulated lorry!)

If you want to do something radically different in 2017 I strongly recommend giving this practice a try- at least for a few hours here and there, just to see what it feels like.

As a very tiny element in a vast and elaborately complex system with little or no definite understanding of the Grand Master Plan I am starting to humbly recognize the dangers of believing that I know and understand more than I do. By practicing ‘Not Just Doing Something and Sitting There’ I find that the planet Earth not only continues to rotate on its axis but it also continues to revolve in its orbit around the sun! 

A favorite expression of my dear departed mother’s was  ‘Leave it in the hands of the Lord’ which was her Christian mantra for dealing with fears, anxieties and uncertainties. Maybe I’ve somehow inherited this outlook and, though I said goodbye to the Christian Male God story a long time ago, I am becoming increasingly trusting of some organizing principle which is much, much greater than my little flesh and blood self and which just might possibly know what it is actually doing!

How do I harness my personal power then, so it can act in harmony with this organizing principle? How do I purpose myself to be a fully effective participant in this amazing dance party we call Life? 
Without hurting anyone, I try to simply tune into being who I am without guilt or shame; to dispel ideas of who I should be or what I should do. I also contribute towards attempts to hold safe space where folk can feel free to try out being who they are too- without guilt or shame. 

And what seems to happen next is the experience of Joy and Love. I begin to feel joyful. And I sense the joy of others. And I feel Love.  (Cue for song: Donna Summers “I feel Love”)

My hope then, for 2017 and beyond, is for more of all this please!

Wednesday, 31 August 2016

Warning: Youth Advice Alert!

The great queer Faerie poet-film-maker James Broughton once said: ‘Crazy old men are essential to society. Otherwise young men have no suitable role models’
A young friend told me that he’d recently had a tarot reading and from this he learned that he needed a teacher.
How do the young learn from the old?
Eight years ago when I first conceived of my GaySocrates blog, my stated intention was: ‘from an experienced and seasoned perspective, to wisely corrupt the gay youth of today with love’.
Back then, in my late 40s I felt that a number of factors had conspired to keep me from accessing the elder wisdom of my queer tribe. Firstly my very queerness had inoculated me against trusting any form of authority. Secondly, I was aware that elderly queers had lived through hard times; their fundamental nature had been criminalized and construed as illness to be medically attacked so they were highly likely to have been fucked up by this. Thirdly, for me, AIDS had wiped out a whole swathe of what might have become ‘big sisters’ to me and my generation. All the potential advice and guidance they might have offered had gone up in a sad puff of crematorial smoke. And last, but by no means least, there was that creeping ageism out in our wider society which was becoming especially pernicious out on the gay pub and club scene which meant that most of the older folk I might have bumped into over a drink or two were voting with their feet and staying at home with their friends and partners.
So that’s how the blog and subsequently this GScene column came about. I wondered if there would be any value in putting my aged musings out there for the perusal of any Youth, who like me, felt a kind of ‘elder deficit’.
I’ve learned a lot over these past 8 years.

1 Probably the most important lesson has been to stop looking for the amazingly wise teacher who will offer all that advice and those fabulous make-up tips! At least for me, the idea that this person exists is a mirage. 

2 Instead my learning has come from the rich tapestry of friends and relationships (old, young and in between) I have encountered in Faerie-space away from the gay cis-male monoculture of the scene.

3 Anyone who ever purported to be a teacher of wisdom for me, probably learned far more from me than I ever did from them!

4 There is great value in appreciating the flaws of a self proclaimed guru. As Leonard Cohen famously said:
‘Forget your perfect offering, There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in!’

Having said all this please be warned:

Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. Baz Luhrmann

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Are you a closeted spiritual being?

Another Brighton Pride...So you’ve done the parade, seen the show at the park, hung out in the village, got a bit wasted. You’re out and proud! You’ve challenged the subtle (and not-so-subtle) sexuality/gender policing and shaming that you’ve been exposed to all your life. And it feels good.....
Now what? Maybe there’s even more to you than your queer identity?

Harry Hay (gay man, intellectual, activist and one of the founders of the Faeries) would often ask three questions at the start of a talk or a conference: Who are we? Where do we come from? Why are we here?

Pride marches, parades and festivals have helped us to acknowledge ourselves and to recognize and celebrate our contribution to diversity. So we’re starting to know who we are. Yet we’ve some way to go in understanding where we came from and what our purpose may be.

Hay spent time researching the role of the queer in Native American and primitive cultures. He found that these societies valued and prized their queer children as Two Spirit beings. Queer kids were encouraged to develop their shamanic nature and were cultivated to take on and hold crucial positions in the spiritual and cultural life of the tribe.
Hay believed that Two Spirits seeking each other “ghosted the twilight regions” and that the process of seeking one another and categorizing their relationships led to an intellectual breakthrough. They had the gift of seeing their own socially productive relationships as roles or constructs and so were more easily able to to see the real person behind the role play. They thus considered one another and indeed the world with a radical subjectivity, seeing through the show and establishing relationships on deeper spiritual levels.

Sadly, for most of us, our two-spirit-ness has been a mark of shame and has resulted in us being hounded out of our own religious communities. Forced to choose between our sexuality and spirituality we have had no spiritual home where our queerness could be seen as central and essential to our esoteric nature. 

Harry Hay was a communist. Back in the 1970s he wrote that the West was “in an anarcho-capitalistic social and ethical stagnation” and he believed that “the Homophile” (us queers), as descendants of the Two Spirit, had the responsibility of finding the way out.

Forty years on and the ethical and social stagnation is beginning to stink! 
Are you ready to re-kindle your spiritual flame? Do you want to join forces through the development of lore, myth and ritual to inspire contemporary action? Then get yourselves along to the Queer Spirit Festival ( 17-21 August in Wiltshire (BA13 4AQ).

Here you’ll find ceremony and ritual, earth spirituality, a sacred sexuality temple, spirit mysteries, yoga, meditation, dance workshops, music and cabaret, nature walks, heart circles.

Four days of camping in the sunshine (or rolling around in the mud!). Meeting new friends and nurturing ourselves. Let’s find each other and have some fun!

Thursday, 21 April 2016

I am Changeling!

Rose raindrops, kitten whiskers, melting to springtime!
Glamour, compassion, laughter!
Love, joy, pleasure!
Bravery, to dare, to be!

The Glorious Nurturing Dreaming!

Dog-bites, bee-stings,feeling sad!
Mundanity, bullying, tears!
Hatred, despair, discomfort!
Fear, shame, guilt!

The Neglectful Nightmare Banality!

I am Changeling!
This the Yin and Yang of my lot!
No pleasure without pain!

So...I simply remember my favourite things...
And then I don't feel so bad!

Meet me on the Other Side
Back in the Fabulous Bedlam of FaerieSpace!

Thursday, 14 April 2016

Teddy Bear Goes to Church...

Once upon a time there was a little teddy bear who was an only child. His daddy was a Lion and his mummy was a Unicorn. His daddy was ferocious and wild and his mummy was very- well- pink and fluffy. His childhood was untroubled and carefree. His mummy would dress him up in pink and fluffy clothes and all the little girl animals at school loved to play with him. They would braid his bear-hair tying it with rainbow ribbons and everyone thought that Teddy Bear was soooooo cute.

Then came the time for Teddy Bear to go to Big School. It was different there and, on his first day, all the other animals crowded round him in his pink knitted shorts and his pink fur cap. They said ‘That’s not the way bears dress. You should be ferocious and wild like your Lion daddy’. Teddy Bear burst into tears. He was confused and upset and when he got home he ran to his room and wouldn’t come out. He made up his mind right there and then that, although he did love pink and fluffy, he was going to be ferocious and wild from that day on and he wasn’t going to have anything to do with those girls any more.

As the years went by he began to realize that he was drawn to the boys and their ferocious and wild ways, in the way that the boys were drawn to the girls and their pink and fluffy ways. He noticed too that there were some pink and fluffy boys too who were also attracted to the ferocious and wild boys.

Pink and fluffy boys made him feel uncomfortable and he decided he wouldn’t have anything to do with them either. But the ferocious and wild boys began to pick up that there was something not quite right about Teddy Bear and though they were friendly enough towards him, they didn’t invite him to their ferocious and wild parties where the pink and fluffy girls liked to hang out.

Teddy Bear left school as soon as he could hoping that life would be easier as a Grown-Up. It was tough pretending to be ferocious and wild but the shame of that first day at Big School kept him well away from pink and fluffy whenever it came his way.

One day when he was feeling particularly lonely, sitting on a park bench and wondering if he would ever be happy, he saw a teddy bear just like him walking straight towards him. He smiled and then sat right down beside him on the bench.
‘Hi my name is Ed, you look to me as though you’d enjoy a teddy bear’s picnic’
Teddy was mystified ‘What’s a teddy bear’s picnic’
Ed laughed ‘Oh it’s just a chance to hang out with other teddy bears. In fact there’s one down in the Woods and it’s happening today!’

Teddy could hardy contain his excitement ‘What? Just teddy bears hanging out?’
‘Yup!’ said Ed ‘All ferocious and wild!’
‘What? No pink and fluffy anywhere?’
‘Wow’ said Teddy ‘sounds amazing’

So off he went with Ed into the woods and oh what a Big Surprise!
Teddy was ferocious and wild in ways that he’d never dared to dream were possible. From then on he knew he’d found his tribe. All teddy bears. All ferocious and wild. ‘Heaven on Earth’ he thought.

But as the years went by, as lovely as it was to hang out with teddy bears all the time, he found that life still felt a little empty and same-y. Ferocious and wild had started to feel empty and exhausting. There was something missing from his life.

He wondered if going to church would help. But they were all worshiping a God that was ferocious and wild and frankly he’d had his fill of ferocious and wild worship. Someone said if he became a Pagan he could worship a Goddess instead. So off he went to a few rituals. But he found the Goddess far too pink and fluffy for his liking.

He decided that he really wanted to find a Deity that was neither ‘Ferocious and Wild’ nor ‘Pink and Fluffy’. He wanted a Deity that was ‘Just Right’

Maybe one day he’ll find ‘The Church for Teddy Bears Worshiping the Deity which is Just Right’

Maybe he’ll decide, that because right now that Church isn’t there just yet, he’ll make a wish and manifest it into being.

Now wouldn’t that be fabulous boys and girls?

And then they could all live Happily Ever After.....

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Who Are We?

We are DIVINE.....
We are blossoming creativity
Manifesting glamorous beauties!

We feel the love
And it moves through us.

We dare to let inspiration be our guide.
Shamelessly we engage our power.

With guilt-free pleasure and balance
We ground ourselves securely
As our evolving consciousness
Changes Everything Forever!

We are Sacred Fools
And our buffoonery brings deep understanding!

We sing. We dance. We write. We paint.
We heal. We love. We drum.

We are the Divine Faerie Fools of Featherstone.