A personal blog by a graying (mostly Anglo with light African-American roots) gay left leaning married college-educated Buddhist Baha'i BBC/NPR-listening Professor Emeritus now following the Dharma in Minas Gerais, Brasil.
Monday, August 31, 2026
"A SPIRITUAL CONFERENCE OF RADICAL FAERIES"
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The first day of the first Faerie Gathering that called itself "A SPIRITUAL CONFERENCE OF RADICAL FAERIES," was on this date, held in Benson Arizona, on Labor Day Weekend, 1979. Harry Hay, the "father of the gay rights movement" began the Mattachine society in 1950. In 1970, Hay moved to New Mexico in a quest to find a living berdache (a Native American Gay male spirit guide). In 1978, Hay, along with life partner John Burnside, and Don Kilhefner, and Mitch Walker, issued a Call to a group devoted to ecology, spiritual truth and Gay-centeredness. In 1979, the first gathering of Radical Faeries took place in the Arizona desert with over 200 gay men in attendance. Kilhefner continues to make slanderous statements about John Burnside's participation in a vainglorious attempt to claim for himself the title of "Founder of the Radical Faeries". But anyone claiming to have "founded" the Radical Faeries simply doesn't understand the core beliefs of the group. The Radical Faeries was the product of nothing less than a zeitgeist moment in the Gay men's liberation movement. The ideas that are core to the movement had been circulating widely in San Francisco, the Midwest, Los Angeles and no doubt elsewhere for a long time.
There had been earlier usage of the term "radical faerie" employed in San Francisco by author ("Witchcraft & The Gay Counterculture") and Gay philosopher, Arthur Evans, which a group of men who met regularly including Murray Edelman. The desert Gathering seemed to create the "tipping point" for the movement which is now spread internationally, with Radical Faerie groups and sanctuaries in Europe, South America, India and Australia.
The text of The Call for the first gathering:
THE FIRST CALL: To share new insights about ourselves; To dance in the moonlight; To renew our oath against patriarchy/corporations/
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Gay Wisdom for Daily Living from White Crane Institute
"With the increasing commodification of gay news, views, and culture by powerful corporate interests, having a strong independent voice in our community is all the more important. White Crane is one of the last brave standouts in this bland new world... a triumph over the looming mediocrity of the mainstream Gay world." - Mark Thompson
Exploring Gay Wisdom & Culture since 1989!
www.whitecraneinstitute.org
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Farewell Message Left By Edward Carpenter To Be Read Over His Grave
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Today's Gay Wisdom 2017 - Farewell Message Left By Edward Carpenter To Be Read Over His Grave I SHOULD like these few words to be read over the grave when my body is placed in the earth; for though it is possible I may be present and conscious of what is going on, I shall not be able to communicate. Too much, perhaps, is made of Death by us little mortals; and I think sometimes that we grieve too hardly over those that are gone. Of course, the parting from the daily sight and touch of dear friends is hard, very hard-but I doubt it after all this parting is so complete as we sometimes think. Who is there who has not felt the presence of one who has departed-a presence remaining still near him for weeks, months, and even years, and touching him so nearly that almost the voice could be heard and the form seen? Who is there who has not been conscious of strange intimations thus coming to him as from another world? Does it not seem, after all, that the friend is there, only speaking to our hearts more deeply, more intimately, more tenderly than in the ordinary life? Nor need we be afraid of death, either for ourselves or for our friends, as if it were an evil or a harmful thing, lying ever in wait for us. On the contrary, it is surely a perfectly natural event, and part of the wholesome order of the world, as we see every day of our lives. Birth does not seem to us an evil thing, but rather a strange and wonderful passage from some other state of being into this present existence; and so death-which in many ways is the counterpart of birth-would seem to be just such a wonderful passage out of this world again; one perhaps out of many, many such passages which the far-journeying soul of man must make, under the wing of the ever-abiding Presence. Nor would one perhaps—even if the chance were offered—wish to escape dying. That would hardly be desirable. For since everyone has to die-and such countless millions have made that passage into the unknown—there would seem to be something mean and unfriendly in trying to avoid the common lot. Better to share it frankly with others, whatever it may be. Probably indeed the escaping of this change would turn out in the end to be a considerable loss instead of a great gain. Fancy anyone being condemned to live, as now, for ever-and to wear out all his old clothes, and his old body, and all his old ambitions and passions, and to go on repeating the same old jokes and stories till even his old friends were worn out as well! What a Fate! But from such an end kindly Death does indeed deliver us. And whatever the region to which we pass, Love saves us there, as it does here. It creates a world in which the soul can live and expand in freedom. The ties which bind us together here are not going to be snapt so easily as some of you may think. For indeed, I believe that those who truly love are already joined together in a world far beyond and behind the visible;—and in that world they are safe-and their love is safe-from the storms of time and misadventure. Therefore do not think too much of the dead husk of your friend, or mourn too much over it; but send your thoughts out towards the real soul or self which has escaped-to reach it. For so, surely you will cast a light of gladness upon his onward journey, and contribute your part towards the building of that kingdom of love which links our earth to heaven. E.C. December 30, 1910 | ||
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Via Daily Dharma: Speaking Wisely
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Sunday, August 30, 2026
Via Ram Dass - Love Serve Remember Foundation \\\ Words of Wisdom - August 30, 2026 🌻
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Saturday, August 29, 2026
Via FB \\\ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐭
Via NPR Music \\ Dolly Parton
| NPR Music's pop critic pays tribute to the dearly departed Dolly Parton, who died on Tuesday at the age of 80. |
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Friday, August 28, 2026
Via Buddhist Geeks \\ Real Progressive Dharma
I wonder how many people backed off from engagement in the Insight Meditation tradition, or in other convert Buddhist traditions in America, because of the silence around the genocide in Gaza? I wonder how many just straight-up left? And what happens to a culture when many of its people of conscience quietly walk out the door? We’re watching the same thing happen politically, as the new Progressive left breaks from Corporate Democrats, most sharply over Gaza. I think the same underlying forces are driving both splits. It gets filed under the “culture wars,” but what we’re actually witnessing is the collapse of Neoliberalism’s authority, in politics and in religion at once. |
MONACO - Bad Bunny - LETRAS.MUS.BR
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Yo soy fino, esto es trap de galería
Tú eres un charro, Rocky The Kid, una porquería
Yo un campeón, Rocky Marciano, Rocky Balboa, Rocky Maivia
Los gasto de noche, facturo to el día
Tanta plata que, que me gusta que
Me chapeen, por eso le meto a toa estas arpía'
Que la azafata te mame el bicho en el cielo
Lo que es tirar quiniento' mil en el putero
Por eso tu opinión me importa cero
Ya no son rapero', ahora son podcastero'
Más que tú está cobrando mi barbero
Chingando y viajando en el mundo entero, ey (ey, ey, ey)
Primero llegó Verstappen, después llegó Checo
Si Pablo me viera, diría que soy un berraco
Ustede' hablando mierda y yo y los mío' por Mónaco
Bebiendo mucha champaña, nunca estamos seco'
Tan hablando solo', están hablando con el eco
El signo del dinero, ese e'mi nuevo zodiaco
Prende un puro, la familia está en Mónaco
Je caressais le temps, et jouais de la vie
Comme on joue de l'amour, et je vivais la nuit
Sans compter sur mes jours, qui fuyaient dans le temps
Sofía Vergara es linda, pero es más linda en persona (rica)
Lo que tú haga' a mí no me impresiona
Es como meter un gol después de Messi y Maradona
Ayer estaba con LeBron, también con DiCaprio
Me preguntaron que cómo me fue en los estadio'
Hablamo' de la familia y temas de millonario'
Digo, multimillonario', digo, je, de billonario'
Hace rato sin cojone' que me tiene la radio
Hace rato me quité del trap, yo se lo dejé a Eladio
Uy, je, querido diario
Hoy me depositaron, a los GRAMMY nominaron
Otra vez me criticaron y ninguna me importaron
Don Vito, Don Beno, de los Beatle' John Lennon
A mis nieto' cuando muera les vo'a dejar cien terreno'
A toa mis doña' las pompis y los seno'
Y a mi hater' un F40 sin los freno'
Rojo o blanco, negro mate, ¿cuál tú quiere'?
¿Pa qué? pa que se estrellen, pa que se maten (pa que se maten)
Que en paz descansen, yo sigo en el yate, ¡ey!
Primero llegó Verstappen, después llegó Checo
Si Pablo me viera, diría que soy un berraco
Ustede' hablando mierda y yo y los mío' por Mónaco
Bebiendo mucha champaña, nunca estamos seco'
Tan hablando solo', están hablando con el eco
El signo del dinero, ese e'mi nuevo zodiaco
Prende un Phillie, la familia está en Mónaco
Je caressais le temps, et jouais de la vie
Comme on joue de l'amour, et je vivais la nuit
Sans compter sur mes jours, qui fuyaient dans le temps






