||[Aug. 21st, 2006|08:47 pm]
An Alternative Spiritual Gathering for Gay&Bi Men
In his last post, julianhill mentioned my story from the No-Talent Show last year. Well, I could have sworn I posted the text in my journal, but apparently I didn't, so for all posterity:|
Between the Worlds:
A Faeries’ Tail
By Grey TricksterWolf
Based on the drunken ramblings of Great Dionysos
Dedicated and Gifted to Garan Du, Ea and the Brothers of the Green Faerie Grove
Between the Worlds September 2005
Once upon a time, in a magical land far from the hustle and bustle of the mundane world called Wisteria, at the height of Summer, the Gathering of the Pagan Spirits had begun. It was here, in a special place within the Land of Wisteria called Rainbow Camp, that Garan Du and Ea were talking. Well,they weren’t so much talking as ogling all the cute Pagan satyrs cavorting around,and feeding the Bears. When they did speak, it was only because something or someone required a good snarking. After all,it was bloody hot out.
When lo, in the midst of a thoroughly vicious snarking about the atrociously poorly researched workshop given by a severely over-medicated, fluffy-bunny white lighter, Garan Du was interrupted mid-snark by a brilliant flash of light and glitter. From this brilliant flash did the Great Dionysos, God of Wine and Ecstasy - the feeling, not the chemical, thank you very much - step forth into the mortal world in all His grandeur and fabulousness.
He was nude save his leopard hide cloak, and his well muscled olive skin shone in the Solstice sun
He paused for a moment, letting the perfect drama of His entrance sink in. Then, in a deep and fluid voice, did the hottie God speak. “Behold, my sons, for I am Dionysos and I have come to impart upon you a Divine Mission.”
Great Dionysos waited, then, receiving no response, looked and noticed that all Ea seemed capable of beholding was the massive perfection of the Divine Phallus hanging between His legs.
The God cleared His throat several times. Finding that ineffectual, he finally just whacked Ea over the head with His Thyrsus. That appeared to successfully get the amorous mortal’s attention.
However, as Ea was ogling the biggest, most perfect cock he had ever seen, Garan Du found himself unable to behold much of anything, due to being sent into an apoplectic fit of coughing and sneezing by the glitter.
Garan Du managed to clear his lungs just as Ea was getting whacked and, turning to the sound beheld, and promptly became equally enraptured by, the Divine Phallus.
Great Dionysos sighed, and not wanting to waste anymore time just whacked Garan Du over the head with the Thyrsus as He had Ea.
While Garan Du and Ea rubbed their now sore heads, Great Dionysos muttered about how some mortals acted like they had never seen a massive schlong before.
However, Great Dionysos also covered his Divine Manhood with his cloak, lest the two queers be struck again insensate by it’s Glory.
“So, My sons, now that I have your attention,” said Great Dionysos, “I have come to impart upon the two of you a Divine Mission! On this day I charge you Garan Du, and you Ea, with the aid of the Brothers of your Grove, to create a festival for your queer brethren. One where they may gather in fellowship. Where they may commune in the unity of the Queer Spirit. And join their brothers in celebration of My Divine Mysteries.”
Fellowship, unity, and drunken debauchery, got it,” said Ea.
Great Dionysos again whacked Ea over the head with the Thyrsus. “No. The Mysteries of Ecstatic Madness and Transformation! Of Life, of Death, and of Rebirth!” said Great Dionysos, who was beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea.
At last (and yes, it’s shocking that he managed to go this long without commenting) Garan Du spoke, “We will do as you command (even though it will probably be a royal pain in the ass and a totally thankless job) oh Great Dionysos.”
And then, with a glint of mischief, and good deal of lust in his eyes, Garan Du said, “But, before you go . . . how about one more little peak?”
Great Dionysos sighed deeply, and shook His glorious midnight locks. However, He grasped the edges of His cloak and, before vanishing in an other brilliant flash of light and glitter, Great Dionysos did flash His Sacred Tool at them, and Garan Du and Ea did drool openly, and their sarongs were seen to be well and impressively tented.
And so, as Great Dionysos commanded, Between the Worlds was born. And it served, and continues to serve its purpose as a place and time for Queer Pagan men to come together from all over in fellowship, unity, brotherhood, ecstasy, transformation . . . and just a little bit of drunken debauchery.