I was still
rather depressed when I woke up Saturday morning. How, I wondered, will I ever market my
poly-pagan novel when my friend who wrote the gay novel says there’s no market
for that?
But I get up and head for the local park for another
friend’s Ceremony of Commitment. She and
her lover are committing to a life together.
Not a simple wedding, since they are each married to someone else. But the spouses are there and fully
participating in the ceremony, conducted by a man who looks the part of a Rabbi
(I don’t know whether he actually is or not).
Family members are also present.
I hear friends speaking of their own poly experiences, or of their
newness to the poly concept. It is
moving to hear people speak of opening their lives to include their spouses’
lovers.
Then I’m off to a Pagan Beltane ritual, which
begins with a May Pole dance. Then comes
the actual ritual, with much talk of flirtation and merriment and rutting, the
season of the Lady and the Goat. And in
fact the weather has turned warm and inviting.
Nevertheless, I’m still absorbing the news of the
Cleveland women imprisoned for ten years, and other people’s stories of rape
and abuse. I’m still thinking about the
Pantheacon workshop on Sex Positivity.
How do we promote sexual health and sanity in a world where sexuality is
so often and easily turned to abuse?
And that evening I watch the film Pariah
with my girlfriend. It’s the story of an
African-American woman coming to terms with her attraction to other women, and
society’s reaction to it.
Well—we must find our way forward, together.
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