Halloween or more ancient Samhain.
This when the barriers between worlds are the thinnest.
A sweet notion. Magic wonders.
I used to be in Wicka. This before it went mainstream.
Cool kindly folks then. I remember they used to march in a protective ring around Queer demonstrators in the 70's. Being a Queer activist was once a life-threatening past time. It was a cultural revolt.
A life-or-death struggle.
Many of our best ideals, inclusion tolerance long since betrayed.
I was there I saw...I remember.
Today it's a members only commercial Mardi Gras.
This is "progress" in its way I guess.
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