“Let’s drink to the old faggots that were there and helped make this happen just by being there.”
– The Faggots & Their Friends Between the Revolutions
Thirty summers ago, the men who arrived at the first Spiritual Gathering of Radical Faeries did so as our community was under assault. By plague, hostile government, and the families and institutions who wanted us dead. These men used community as the cornerstone of radical subversion.
They gathered at Wolf Creek to create revolution by discovering their tools— quill, shovel, loom, broom, hearth, and cock. Brandishing them, they pruned and planted a garden to nourish our faggot souls.
For thirty years, this gathering has been our tool for rebellion. We rebel with our spirit; because we know that the only true revolution is a spiritual one. We rebel with our minds, creating subject-subject consciousness. And we rebel with our bodies; because in our faggotry, our spirit takes flight.
Spiritual revolutions are the ones which last; the ones which permeate hearts and minds, drawing the commitment of a lifetime.
In gathering is our strength.
The strength of our love, and of our lives.
The strength of our tribe, and of ourselves.
The strength of our ancestors, and of our faglings.
The strength of the bodies who entwine us, and the bodies we inhabit. The strength of our past, and of our futures.
We come to the Spiritual Gathering of Radical Faeries as brother faggots hand-in- hand, asking, “Where does the magick inside me emanate from? Am I source, recipient, transmitter, or all three? What happens to the magick I create? Where is it cast and what does it manifest?”
Gathering is a place-in-time to pool the energy of our collective magick and cast it to transform our world.
SGRF is a container for Queer males (trans, cis, and gender-queer)