my cat's breath smells like cat food
I'm not sure that when I gave in to my fascination with Rev. Billy--and decided thereby to make a project of his Church (as seems to be my wont with all such objects of special and personal interest over the years)--that I necessarily signed up to be an apologist for his ministry, though a recent anonymous comment (smileyface notwithstanding) has me wondering if that will be expected as I write ever more publicly on the subject.
(Same has long held for my writings on Burning Man for that matter, which if I get what I want (or manifest what I Will?) promises to become an issue I will no longer be able to deftly ignore, or sublimate. More perhaps on this later.)
But I apparently have signed up to spend large chunks of this coming weekend roaming about the bay area in the company of said fooligans. Here they are "traffic jamming" in downtown SF.
That this will be my Beltane seems oddly appropriate given the stubbornly non-linear, out-side-the-box trajectory of my life's work. You know you're a Freak when you can't even really stick with "Pagan" as a fixed identity.
Off to be a groupie at the Oaktownbootyville Wal-mart. What?
(Same has long held for my writings on Burning Man for that matter, which if I get what I want (or manifest what I Will?) promises to become an issue I will no longer be able to deftly ignore, or sublimate. More perhaps on this later.)
But I apparently have signed up to spend large chunks of this coming weekend roaming about the bay area in the company of said fooligans. Here they are "traffic jamming" in downtown SF.
That this will be my Beltane seems oddly appropriate given the stubbornly non-linear, out-side-the-box trajectory of my life's work. You know you're a Freak when you can't even really stick with "Pagan" as a fixed identity.
Off to be a groupie at the Oaktownbootyville Wal-mart. What?