Summer Solstice + GAY BI GAY GAY LOVE

by angeliska on June 21, 2014

Today is the Summer Solstice. I woke early (earlier than is my wont) and though the sun was already up and high, I greeted the dawn in a squinting, sloth-like way – which mostly involved shuffling and muttering as bumbled around in the kitchen, making a smoothie. I’m not a child of the morn, much as I would like to attempt to be. I rose, and went down to the water, down to the spring to be present for a memorial service honoring the life and death of my friend’s mother. I did not know her, but tears flooded my eyes nonetheless, standing in witness to the love and grief in that circle – the songs sung, the memories shared, the poems uttered. I thought: grief shared is a gift. The water, the river, the flow all around us of voices and laughter and children and dogs – life happening everywhere, as it continues to. My friend kneeling down on the rocks, curled over the water with her urn, dust of the one who made her falling out of her hands into the stream, going back into the current, into the flow. I came back home for a bit before returning to the water to meditate on the solstice, and this is what I have to share.
I am a winterborn child, come into being not long after the winter solstice. In high Midsummer, the air is full of milkweed fluff, floating down into the water. Summer in the south is a fat round ripe honeydew melon. The sun presses down on you like an insistent lover, making every crease of flesh on your body drip with saltwater. Hammocks become cocoons for long naps, and getting lost in books, transformative pauses – when we emerge, we are often something else entirely. Even the butterflies and moths take siestas, their unfurled wings gone limp with dew, each lazy proboscis sated and heavy with nectar. We are reminded of transitions, the wheel of the seasons, of mortality – and how precious our time here on this earth is. How precious our relationships, friendships, families and communities are.
Welcome to the woods.
On the Summer Solstice, I always long for ecstatic ritual that involves this sort of languor and remembering – just being in my body, outside in the warm air and long light, and connecting with heart friends. I want to be TOGETHER. Not apart, alone, inside, solitary (and soon as I post this, I’m headed back into the glorious summer fray to jump in the water!)
This is a day for wearing flowers in your hair and singing songs. Whether dancing or swimming, snoozing or talking, I just want to feel alive and let the juice of summertime run down my neck. Last year, I sailed in a canoe and shimmied to the sounds of my favorite brass band on parade as the moon rose over the lake. Tonight, one of my favorite festivals is holding a fundraiser for their yearly springtime gathering. I plan on attending, and ideally, reveling with friends in support of one of the most magical events my city has to offer. This past Gay Bi Gay Gay was unseasonably chilly and grey, and what normally feels like a hedonistic summer of love picnic for happy queers and friends was more of a wild and windy romp (though picnics and love were indeed shared!). The organizers are dear friends who muscle and hustle to make this thing happen for their community every year, and they lost a huge amount of money because of the shitty weather. So today, I’m offering my Summer Solstice wish up in support of a community that has always supported me – for all the inspiration, beauty, strength and joy they bring to all of us. Though it happens in early spring, Gay Bi Gay Gay always feels like a dream Summer Solstice festival – with lots of colorful self-expression, making out, and moon-worshipping.
Here’s a message from Hazey + Silky, who make this thing happen every year:
Gaybigaygay needs YOUR help! Our beloved music festival lost some BIG bucks this year. ($7,000+) Brrrrr on the out of ordinary, oh so windy cold cold cold March day Austin served us this year.. This event comes together with the help of wonderful volunteers and is made magical by your fantastic faces. We choose to not charge at the door or be sponsored by anyone but you. This festival has way outgrown the back yard it started in and with that growth comes the added expense of throwing it. We make no money at this event except to usually break even, this year we just lost too much. Help us out darlings! The more we make the more excellent our festival gets.
We hope to recoup some of this cash by offering a night for us all to come together and support a good time. We will have music and dancing! A raffle with some banging prizes! A piano bar! Get your photo take with the stars! We will also have some amazing cheap art for sale!! You like fun, lets have some together!
Please come and support a big ol’ queer party so we can get going on its 10th year!
If you don’t live in town or can’t make it to the party we have a Indiegogo thingy to come… Just wait until you see the video. This is our first time fundraising like this, let’s make it AWESOME. LOVE YOU ALL. EVERY LITTLE BIT HELPS. Feel free to share and invite!

If you’re in Austin, Texas tonight, here’s the invite:
GAYBIGAYGAY FUNdraiser

Despite the bad weather, we had a marvelous time last year. Here’s proof:
Trinity, bundled in a quilt, eating apple pie.
Trinity, bundled in a quilt, eating apple pie.
And she made a pie, in honor of Gay Bi Gay Gay, our yearly festival of delightful queerness!
Francesca made a pie, in honor of Gay Bi Gay Gay, our yearly festival of delightful queerness!
Drew knows how to dress for a wet afternoon! Don't forget to wear your rubbers...
Drew knows how to dress for a wet afternoon! Don’t forget to wear your rubbers…
The kite got stuck in the tree.
The kite got stuck in the tree.
Little battle.
Little battle.
Magic Allyson, keeping the rain clouds at bay, bringin' on the rainbows!
Magic Allyson, keeping the rain clouds at bay, bringin’ on the rainbows!
Corinne Garuda!
Corinne Garuda!
I had the honor of painting up Cakes da Killa's gorgeous mug!
I had the honor of painting up Cakes da Killa‘s gorgeous mug!
A mirrored turban, day-glo wig, and vintage furs: all sure fire ways to maintain warmth and high levels of glamour on an exceedingly blustery day.
A mirrored turban, day-glo wig, and vintage furs: all sure fire ways to maintain warmth and high levels of glamour on an exceedingly blustery day.
Rainbow confetti goddess Fiona colored my world...
Rainbow confetti goddess Fiona colored my world…
Bonus in the bubble!
Behold: cuteness, photobombed by more cuteness.
I always enjoy painting faces at GBGG – even though it was too cold and windy to do more than a few, I sure am glad I got to do these cute faces!
I fell in love with Mercy.
I fell in love with this little doggie Mercy.
I just really don't think there's an adequate caption to capture all the marvelousness in this photograph, so maybe we should just sit and stare at it for a while and just smile a lot. My friends. They truly blow my mind!
Beware. Our colors are coming to get you!
Oh hey. The people you meet inside a giant inflatable eyeball.
A special unicorn.
I promise you that i spent most of that bitterly blustery day inside the cozy fantastical warmth of the giant inflatable eyeball. But it didn't occur to me to try and photograph it from the outside until it had already had a critical malfunction and defla
I promise you that i spent most of that bitterly blustery day inside the cozy fantastical warmth of the giant inflatable eyeball. But it didn’t occur to me to try and photograph it from the outside until it had already had a critical malfunction and deflated. Just trust me.
The dying of the light, seen from within a giant inflatable eyeball.
The dying of the light, seen from within a giant inflatable eyeball.
Three of Cups, chalices brimming with prisms.
Three of Cups, chalices brimming with prisms.
We had MUCH better temperatures at GBGG last year! Hot pants and parasols were the look of the day…
Austin's own Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence at Gay Bi Gay Gay
Austin’s own Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence at Gay Bi Gay Gay
Macquillage at Gay Bi Gay Gay
I do so enjoy doing intricate macquillage on myself and my friends!
Kim Boekbinder is a magical unicorn. I painted her face to reflect that fact. Lisa Frank, eat your heart out.\
Kim Boekbinder is a magical unicorn. I painted her face to reflect that fact. Lisa Frank, eat your heart out.
Monica Canilao
Monica Canilao
Najva Sol
Najva Sol
Najva & I
Happy memories of Gay Bi Gay Gays of yore: especially this precious moment when we got to meet the magnificence that is Krylon!
Happy memories of Gay Bi Gay Gays of yore: especially this precious moment when we got to meet the magnificence that is Krylon Superstar of Double Duchess!
So, today we've already been called
THE END!
GAY BI GAY GAY
Here’s the piece I wrote about GBGG that I wrote for Coilhouse a few years back:
Gay Bi Gay Gay
And, some Summer solstices of yore:
SUMMER SOLSTICE – STRAWBERRY ROSE MOON
SUMMER SOLSTICE – IF WISHES WERE HORSES
SUMMER SOLSTICE – A LUSH GREEN WISH
SUMMER SOLSTICE – POPPYTIME
MIDSOMMERVISE FOR MIN FAR

2 comments

TOTALLY OFF TOPIC
do you have this? i’d like for you to. let me know.
http://www.amazon.com/Russian-Criminal-Tattoo-Encyclopaedia-Postcards/dp/095689626X

by zJen on August 19, 2014 at 6:56 pm. Reply #

also, if you have an independent buy source that is not AMAZONYOURCASH i’d be happy to know of it. think of it at around or about 10 birthday presents belated.

by zJen on August 19, 2014 at 7:15 pm. Reply #

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