Glad Yule

Ah, Yule. What a holiday, what a party, what a blast!

Yule is a paradox. On the darkest night, we set the room ablaze with light. On the solemn occasion of the renewal of hope, we elect a Lord of Misrule. Fortunately, Pagans are good at paradox.

As it turned out, this year I embodied all of that paradox in my body and mind, as High Priestess. The Clan* gathered for Yule this year at a hunting lodge rented for the night, and until about ten days before, I was just another guest. But when the HPS & HP turned out to be unavailable, Dave and I were asked to step in.

Got there, and Oh. My. Gods. I wanted to leave. Pure chaos. The madness of small children, the noise of assembling dinnerage, the jockeying for oven position, the inability to find spoons. It was seriously too much. Fortunately, I had driven seventy miles and was responsible for the ceremony, and couldn’t leave, so I dealt. Then O. & Dave & some of the other guys started drumming, and that hit the spot. I got up and danced and really found my center, really got into a place where I could manage my own energy and enjoy where I was and who I was with. Dancing always does it for me.

Paradox. Cast the circle hard and tight and serious. Celebrate the silence and the darkness. Midwife the Goddess through the birth of the Sun. At the same time, sing, dance, drum, and have all the men give campaign speeches for the coveted position of Lord of Misrule. (After the circle, the women elected Arthur, and he did some hardcore misruling, including starting a seltzer fight, bless him.) More drumming and dancing; raising a joyful noise such as to place the sun in the sky. And go figure, after the circle, Santa showed up.

Glad Yule everyone. May the newborn light drive out your darkness, shed light upon your shadows, and guide you from winter to spring. Blessed be.

*The Clan is a cluster of related Wiccan groups in the tristate (NY/NJ/CT) area, including Anahata, Candlewood, Crystal Grove, and Warwick Valley Pagan Way, as well as affiliated individuals who are former members of these groups or of Clan groups now defunct (Acorn Garden, Circle Web, and Prima Vera) and our friends and family who choose to participate.

Born Again, John Spencer

Actor John Spencer, who played Leo McGarry on my favorite current TV show, The West Wing, died today at age 58. Dictionopolis has a lovely obit.

I feel so sad. And I say to myself, This is just an actor. You didn’t know him. You never met him. Yet I feel sad. I never know how to process these celebrity deaths; the ones that touch me even though I know that, at some level, it is insane to be touched. Ah, modern life.

John Spencer gave me a character with honesty, integrity, decency, and the fuck-all edge of edges. I believed in him. And I don’t think a character can present that much honesty without it being there in the actor. He touched me. I laughed with him and feared with him and regretted with him. And looked forward to seeing him again. That’s the blessing of TV & movies of course; he’ll live forever in repeats, and we’re lucky for it.

In the Craft we have a saying: “May you be born again among those who love you. And may you know, and remember, and love each other again.” Born again, John Spencer.

Oh, Gods, the Funny

Why is it that Lileks, whose blog is an incomprehensible collection of run-on sentences of a wingnuttery flavor, nonetheless manages to be one of the funniest people on the planet?

The Gallery of Regrettable Foods.
Interior Desecrations.
The Gobbler.

This shit is spit-take, Coke-spew, help-me-I-can’t-breathe funny. So funny you’d think he was, like, likeable or something.

Oh well.

Blogwhoring: It’s a Family Affair

Arthur has a blog.

ALL acts

In Wicca, the Goddess tells us “All acts of Love & Pleasure are My rituals.” This is fundamental to who and what we are as Wiccans. Love and pleasure, in combination, are sacred. They are, inherently, offerings to the Goddess.

Premarital sex? A ritual to the Goddess. Homosexual sex? A ritual to the Goddess. Masturbation? A ritual to the Goddess. Group sex? A ritual to the Goddess.

But…but…sputter…sputter… What about all the bad stuff? Rape? Not love and pleasure: Not a ritual. Child molestation? Not love and pleasure: Not a ritual. Nothing with a victim can be defined as “love and pleasure.” Nothing without consent can be defined as love and pleasure.

The majority of world religions have determined that most human behavior, especially sex, is usually bad, and is only good under special circumstances. These circumstances include variations on the who, the how, the when. NOT with a same sex partner. Or more than one partner. Or less than one partner. Or using the mouth. Or touching the butt. Or during your period. Or, or, or… (Shakespeare’s Sister has today’s list of ways The They are trying to say sex is bad. They’re wrong again.)

Wicca and most of Paganism has the opposite view. Most of human behavior, especially sex, is usually good, and is only bad under special circumstances. Unless it’s non-consensual, or harmful, or willfully and callously spreading disease, or based on dishonesty. The list of “unless” is short and to the point. It’s not designed to trick the unwary.

The thing I don’t get is why they keep trying to supress the Evils of Sexuality™ when it never works. Seriously, folks, you’ve been on this kick for several thousand years. Have you ever succeeded in getting us to stop The Sex?

It’s not just that suppression doesn’t work, it’s that it’s actively counter-productive. Transgressive sex is among the hottest kinds of sex there is. Moreover, denying the idea of good, happy, fun-fun-fun sex leads directly to nasty, unpleasant, non-consensual sex. Priests abusing altar boys, anyone? Finally, suppression leads to ignorance, and ignorant sex is not safe sex. Ignorance increases unwanted pregnancy, disease, and, most ironically of all, fails to teach us how to say no.

It’s the Reefer Madness model. If you teach us the stuff is ridiculously dangerous, once we find out it isn’t, we won’t believe any of your other warnings. Teach kids that pot will make them jump off buildings, and they won’t believe you when you tell them it’ll impair driving. Teach kids that all drugs are equally bad, and they won’t be able to distinguish between the occasional use of recreational marijuana and crack addiction. Just so, teach them that all sex is bad, bad, bad, and they won’t be able to distinguish between freely chosen, consensual sex, and sex performed under pressure. The guilt and shame will add to the damage.

For thousands of years, human beings have been spinning their wheels using the suppression model. Isn’t it time to try another way?

All acts of Love and Pleasure are My rituals.

So mote it be.

Serenity named “Best Movie”

Okay, 3rd best. Bless New York Magazine’s pointy little heart.

Mingo and Fanty are proud to have been featured in such a movie. They told me so themselves.

Another Take on the War on Christmas

I found this at Pandagon, and I was just so moved.

This is an excerpt from a longer quote by a Jew talking about how Jews have been so welcomed in the U.S., and how wonderful it has been to be allowed the full rights of citizenship here, unlike in many of the places we have been.

“Yet we were still grateful because we who were here, and those of us yet to be born were afforded the opportunity to be full citizens. When we bought houses we remembered our ancestors who weren’t allowed to. It still amazes me and I’m basically third generation; but I heard so many stories and met so many people with numbers on their arms. I have never taken being free for granted. You accept us as we have never before been accepted in modern history.

Just understand that we’re not your problem. You are. If a person can find G-d in a concentration camp, any American can find G-d anywhere. It’s up to you to put Christ back in Christmas, not us. “

Honest to goodness, if that isn’t a wake up call, what is?

The Consequences of Free Speech

Yesterday, in one of its frequent solicitations for money, NARAL sent me a bumper sticker saying Keep Abortion Legal. And I found myself reluctant to put it on the car. First of all, I have a personal one-sticker-per-car rule, just so I don’t turn into one of those people. (Yes, Isaac, I mean you.) But more importantly, I am starting, for the first time in my life, to fear the consequences of being outspoken.

I could end up on a list. That could land me invisible and detained. Or dead. Or targeted for death on a website somewhere. And people with guns read those websites.

I honestly don’t know what to do about it. I read enough news every day to know my fears aren’t paranoid. On the other hand, I don’t want to budge an inch in my commitment to freedom.

Pentagon Spying on U.S. Citizens for Exercising Free Speech

Geez Louise. It’s like the sixties, but without the sex and body paint. (Via AmericaBlog.)

Trouble in Kittenland

Early this morning, I caught Fanty peeing on a manuscript.

Possibly, I should rename her “Critic.”