Women Born Transsexual

Or Halloween to those of us who look at as a way to get on the good side of the neighbors by stuffing the little ones with oodles and oodles of sugar, High Fructose Corn Syrup, artificial flavors and preservatives.

May the little beasties bounce off the walls of your houses for days due to sugar induced hyper-activity.

Actually I love it the anarchy, the disorganized play with kids and adults dressing up and going begging door to door in a primal act of pagan tradition?

But like a lot of things commercial exploitation has managed to mess it up.

I went to the gay celebrations on Polk Street, in the 70s as well as the ones in LA’s Boys Town of WeHo.  Went to a couple in the Castro in the 80s when they were haunted by the specter of death and bore a closer relationship with a Mexican tradition of Los Dias de Los Muertos.

In 2001 I went with a friend in LA to Los Dias de Los Muertos on Olivera Street. It seemed right after 9/11.

I like holidays even though I am an atheist.

I even got involved in the Wicca for a while in the late 1970s.  While skeptical about a multitude of god and goddess, after all when you don’t believe in one god believing in a multitude is an even greater stretch, I did like the getting high and dancing around naked under the full moon part.

The other thing I liked was how the Wicca seemed to be closer to nature than to some sort of patriarchal hierarchy with a bunch of misogynistic rules and queer hating laws.

Take the best and leave the rest.  I don’t need gods or goddesses to celebrate the turning of the seasons, the beauty of the planet and universe, to celebrate the lives of others.

To celebrate holidays for the sheer joy of partying and playing.

So Happy Samhain/Halloween/Los Dia deLos Muertos