The idea was, you came out and the journey ends. The growth stops. For me that didn't make sense. I didn't know what it meant to be gay. Something that was missing from this gay identity was a consciousness, a sense of spirit.
Faeries are a pale and motley race that flowers in the minds of decent folk.
Never will they be entitled to broad daylight, to real sun. But remote in these limbos, they cause curious disasters which are harbingers of new beauty. The Faeries need to come together for spiritual renewal, but their work is in the world. I'm a part of in Chicago. I was a part of in Denver.