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felis_ultharus) wrote2007-05-21 03:30 pm
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I got back this morning from a small farm off the power grid in the regions of Ontario where the rural begins to bleed into wilderness. There was a gathering there of the Radical Faeries -- gay Neo-Pagans who work and sometimes live together communally on the land.
It was a marvellous weekend. The farm was beautiful -- most of its buildings were ancient, the land was overrun with green, and heated by wood stoves for which we had to prepare firewood -- and the hot water was also provided by a wood-burner. What little electricity there was, was provided by propane and solar cells. Water came from a hand-pump well.
At night, without the grid of streetlamps, all the stars were visible.
It was good practice for when ecological disaster destroys civilization and we all have to till the soil It was a wonderful experience for a city-boy like myself. I had a good time, and I collected all sorts of histories from the older gay hippies who ran the place, which was the main reason I went up there.
It was a marvellous weekend. The farm was beautiful -- most of its buildings were ancient, the land was overrun with green, and heated by wood stoves for which we had to prepare firewood -- and the hot water was also provided by a wood-burner. What little electricity there was, was provided by propane and solar cells. Water came from a hand-pump well.
At night, without the grid of streetlamps, all the stars were visible.
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As for
I generally prefer guys around my own age, and almost all of them were significantly older. In fact, most of them had been hippies the first time around. Fortunately they were okay with my old-fashioned monagmousness.
I was an absolute slut for storries, though, and got stories of the gay community going back 30 years.
Which reminds me of that video game Planescape: Torment game where an intellectual succubus has left the sex trade to open her own Brothel of Slavering Intellectual Lusts, where johns hire storytellers instead of prostitutes.
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Actually, it does sound better than all my other dating options these days.