Faggots & Their Friends – AudioZine

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The Faggots & Their Friends Between Revolutions – by Larry Mitchell – MP3ReadTorrent ArchiveYouTube

In a joyous and perverse intermingling of fable, myth, heterotopian vision, and pocket wisdom, The Faggots and Their Friends tell us stories of the 70s gay countercultures and offer us strategies and wisdom for our own time living between revolutions.

From the 2016 introduction:

“These pages sketch a different shape to time and offer instructions for living within it. This story, like our own, plays out in liminal time. Not the time of revolution, and not after-the-revolution, the story occurs between revolutions. Being between revolutions: being enmeshed in slow entropy, in abandoned spaces, in lives forged without recourse to ‘winning’ or ‘after’. The faggots feel this disintegration, and live best when empires are falling.”

First published in 1977 by Calamus Books, this Radical Faerie classic was reprinted last year.

“This is possibly the sweetest gay fantasy book written during the magical post-Stonewall, pre-AIDS epoch. It’s a series of poems/stories about fairy men living in a community, spending time together, wearing spangles, and mocking straight society. “ – a comment on Goodreads

Musical interludes: False Moon by Them Are Us Too

Baba Yaga Burns Paris To The Ground – AudioZine

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24:28 – Baba Yaga Burns Paris To The Ground – By Wren Awry – MP3TextPDFArchiveTorrentYouTube

As the Paris Commune of 1871 fought desperately against its own suppression, much of the city was set ablaze.
Conservative journalists, desperate for a scapegoat, invented the pétroleuses—torch-wielding women desperate to burn everything. In this text, fairy-tale critic Wren Awry ties the pétroleuses into a long line of mythologized fire-wielding devil-women—women like Baba Yaga, the youngest sister in the Grimms’ “Fitcher’s Bird,” and the women burned during the great witch hunts of early Modern Europe—as a source of revolutionary inspiration.

“Furies glide through the rich quarters […] and fling their little vials of petrol, their devil’s matches, their burning rags.”