for Jane,
for my sisters

Jules International
1997

The WWW Edition
1998

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The most beautiful form I've ever seen chaos take is how I described the dinner, the transcendence of it, in circle this afternoon. I am continually amazed how even the walking wounded among the faeries can give tremendous amounts of themselves, like a bottomless pit of resources, just a part of the therapy of service, give and get; and so many voices, all at once, so many lilts, so many laughs amid the seriousness of being, so many Fabulous stories, as if we are always on the lookout for the "bon mot", the good story, some little epiphany to pass on, even if it's just the sad little story of the flat tire. These people hanker after community, have it at least in this moment

Amber Fox was amazing! I seriously enjoyed myself! I was unaccustomed to the Canadian laid back feel but I took a few valium and adjusted so to speak, hey I can slur my words like the best of you muthas! The tea party was the crown jewel in the whole weekend. Thank Pinky if you see him for the fab tea candies, a little woody tasting but great.

Stars. The stars at night are an unexpected gift, an offering beyond belief

... feel that familiar lazy tickle, waiting, ready to turn this like so many things to sex; I imagine my calves tensing, my thighs tensing, every part of my lower body locking in its drive to support the spurt of gism onto the waiting flesh,

Soft underbelly of hand: rich in milk of touching memories.