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8:00PM - Monday July 19, 2004 My voyage to AEPG actually started on Thursday afternoon when Scotia picked me up to drive down to her parent’s place to stay overnight. They live in Greenwood, about an hour from the festival site, and it was a really nice transition from the city to the Gathering. I peeled nearly forty pounds of potatoes for the feast, and Maeve boiled them up, and Mermaid and I went out for our favourite Valley pursuit, Frenchying. For those of you who aren’t local, Frenchy’s is a chain of used clothing stores around Nova Scotia, and the ones in the Annapolis Valley are the best. Man, you should see Mermaid and I toss a bin. Heh. Anyway, we went to two, and we got some cool clothes. I think my purple fun fur vest is about the coolest, though Mermaid got some great clothes, too. Then the rest of the evening we spent in the screened-in gazebo off the house, chatting and eating and painting our toes and stuff. We had a giggly almost-sleepover in the basement, and Scotia nearly made me pee my pants when she asked me, while I was wearing my Spiderman underwear, “Whatcha doin’ in there, girl? Scratchin’ Spiderman’s chin?” Hee! My friends rock. Okay, so you should never turn three pagan girls loose in a dollar store just before they go to a festival. We ended up getting matching headbands for the four of us that were all sparkly and antenna-like, and plastic wineglasses that matched. And big ass tattoos that we actually forgot to wear. Heh. Then we hit the road… no, wait, we still had to go to the liquor store and the grocery store, and then Tim Horton’s... Then we were on our way. Scotia and I arrived a little after noon. I was so happy to be there I was squealing and bouncing in the car seat. For me at least, it felt kind of like checking into a hotel—SnowWhite had come up early with the rest of the executive and had brought my tent with her, and she was nice enough to set it up for me. Whee! So I moved my stuff in, did some arranging, and started the greeting rounds. Kryptonite showed up around 1:30 or so, and I smooched on him and helped him carry some of his stuff. Then I smooched him in his tent for a moment, and he went off to supervise all the parking. I ran some supper down to him because he was still at parking at that point. In fact, he was still parking people at 8pm. He’s very dedicated and responsible, and a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to cramming all the cars and trucks into the small bit of parking field. I ended up participating in the opening ritual that was done by Eros, providing percussion background for the calling of the South with my zills. It was really neat how the rhythms all blended together and built up. It was a great rit, and I hope they do one next year. This is where I met a very cute curvy girl with a shaved head and my old shyness reared its ugly head. I also met some bellydancers from New Brunswick, which was very fun. There were so many bellydancers there this weekend! I love it! I learned a new move, too. Anyway, I’d been invited to a party at LoudDruid’s amazing two-room condo-tent, which was complete with a foldout frame queen-size air mattress actually-off-the-ground-honest-to-goodness bed. Over the course of the evening, the party got bigger and louder, but at one point LoudDruid came to talk to me and told me why I had in particular been invited to the party. He’d invited nine people who he’d learned important things from in the past few years, and he told me the story of his first AEPG. About how when he saw me all he could think was, “What a fucking freak” because he was still in the military and very narrow-minded and such. And then he said that opinion was instantly changed when he heard me sing at the Bardic Circle on Saturday night. He said that my voice was like an angel’s, and that I’d made him cry, and that forever after he’d never judge people by the way they looked again. He almost made me cry! In fact, I’m tearing up a little writing this. Kryptonite eventually got out of parking and joined the party and sat beside me and drank some of his well-earned beer. He copped some surreptitious feels that made me giggle, and later in the evening Coyote donated a bottle of stout to us and we made a trip to my tent for my Swiss Army knife so we could open it. Ostensibly. Heh. We tumbled into my tent and made with the smooching, and well, we ended up closing the door and making a huge mess on my airbed. Heh. I brought the stuff to deal with it, but man, it is hard to think when he is being so damn evil with his fingers in my cooch! Anyway, we emerged slightly rumpled and quite pleased with ourselves, actually remembered to bring my knife back, partied a little more, and then retired to his tent because mine was too wet to sleep in. I forgot how hard the ground was! Damn! Neither of us got much sleep because I tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable. At least we were warm, sleeping nekkid except for socks. The morning was very grey and damp, but the fog and clouds burned off by 11am and the sun was out in full strength. I cooked a raunchy breakfast of bacon, pierogis and fried onions, and ended up having to take Kryptonite’s down to him because he was once again stuck at parking. I didn’t go to any morning workshops, and instead set up in the crafter’s area with my rag rug wall hanging’s and bellydance clothes. I sold a used square skirt trimmed with fringe for $5 because it was in need of repair, and I sold a pretty harem pants and choli ensemble for $30, which was a bit cheap, but it felt right. I didn’t sell any hangings, but I bartered one to The Feast was excellent, Star did a great job again this year. She hung out with LoudDruid, Kryptonite and I and ate with us—he dated her daughter briefly last year after having met her at the festival. After my supper settled a bit, Mermaid, SnowWhite and I went to rehearse for our performance in the Bardic. We were debuting our sword choreography and wanted to be spectacular. Our friend TinyBraids joined us and we rehearsed two more choreographies that she also knew, and then Mermaid and SnowWhite and I hit the showers, making it my second shower of the day. Snow White and I had gone in the morning because we were all sticky and sweaty, and the water was so cold! It comes from a mountain spring-fed stream, and damn, it was refreshing! We all actually felt human afterwards, though we were sorry to miss the main ritual. I felt a bit lame ass actually because I didn’t make it to the women’s rit the night before either. Ah well. One of the women on security detail hit was at the Queer Paganism workshop and kept hitting on me. She reminded me of Butch quite a bit, but I wasn’t physically attracted to her really. I flirted back a bit though, just for fun. She kept saying she saw an uncontrolled fire and looking at me, and I said, “Oh, you mean the one in my pants? Bwahahah!” Heh. We were first up, and our performance went well, the crowd went wild, we didn’t kill ourselves or anybody else with our swords. The part we got applause during was when we balanced the swords on our heads while standing in a line. Mermaid was in front and kneeling, SnowWhite was in the middle in a plie, and I was standing in back, straight and tall. And then we did snake arms and the crowd went nuts. However, we got several comments on the hip balancing over the rest of the weekend, which was cool. There were so many amazing performances over the course of the Bardic, though I apparently missed the erotic poetry reading. The woman who taught the poi workshop did an amazing demonstration with fire poi that was absolutely amazing! And the Thieves of Dagdad did a great set, including a song called ‘Satan is Real’ which made me howl with laughter. I got called up to sing, and I performed ‘I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon’ for the kids who were still up, then ‘I Want You’ by Tom Waits, and ‘Angel From Montgomery’ by John Prine. Whenever I sing that Tom Waits song I think of Kryptonite. Sappy, eh? I’m a mush ball. I got lots of compliments on ‘Angel From Montgomery’ which was really cool because it’s such a beautiful sad song. Brilliant. People clamoured for more but my fingers were cold and I didn’t want to take up too much time. So, I sang ‘She Moved Through the Fair’ for Maeve. Sorry Coyote, You’ll get ‘Annachie Gordon’ another day! There was another bellydancer named Maggie who ended up dancing to the drummers because her CD wouldn’t work in the machine. She didn’t take into account her terrain, though, and tried to do a Turkish Drop, and she ended up whacking her hand into a tiki torch and spraining some fingers badly enough that she couldn’t play the fiddle later. She had some neat moves, though someone needs to tell her not to do backbends with her crotch facing the audience. Don sang and conjured the phrase for the evening, and his daughter heckled him severely from the edge of the fire pit. In fact, I think “Whip it out!” is still funny. It fit into his song, and sent us off in gales of laughter afterwards, even the next day. Anyway, so many great acts, and when the formal Bardic was done, we all squished close to the fire and people kind of randomly performed and laughed and had a great time. Kryptonite and I were dead tired, so we retired while the party was still going to my tent. He was exhausted, poor man, but the walk to the portapotties and the back to the tent woke him up, so I put down some towels and lured him into my embrace. Goddess, he feels so good against me, he made me orgasm so many times before I even got his cock in me. He murmured, "Gotcha," whenever I really started gasping and grasping and reaching out, and held me tight with one arm while his fingers found magical spots in me. It was so intense, the energy at the Gathering is great, and I felt like I was going to come apart. I just couldn’t stop coming around his cock, I was sobbing and moaning quietly, every once in a while letting a cry out or biting my hand to keep quiet because our neighbours were so close. I was conscious of it going on for along time, perhaps because he’s consumed quite a lot of beer, but that was all good for me because I just kept having wave after wave of orgasms. The air mattress was really comfortable for sex, though he had to be on top both times because my tent has a low ceiling and also, it just seemed more natural in the space. When he finally came I pulled him down on top of me and just held him, wrapping my legs around him. He gently pulled out and pushed back in and I had a final orgasm and pushed him out. He tried to move because he thought he was squishing me and I was starting to cry a bit from the intensity of the release, but I squeezed him and kept there for a bit, then he moved to the side and held me while I cried for a bit. It was so good. I can’t actually describe the feelings, but whenever I think about it, my pussy clenches, my stomach quivers and I smile. Gods I love him. Sunday morning was much the same as Saturday, though this time Kryptonite was there to watch me cook. The Prez tried to take him away for parking, but I yelled and said he should just let the poor man finish his damn breakfast. Heh. I packed up quite a bit of stuff, then went off to lead my Menstruation Revolution workshop, which went really well. There were a lot of alternative menstrual product users in the crowd, but I hope we convinced some other women to try sloth pads or the Keeper or at least natural unbleached cotton pads and tampons. The cute girl showed up near the end, and she was selling some cool menstruation zines. I went back to her campsite and bought a couple, but did I find out her name or talk to her at all? No, for lo, I am a dork. I was limp from battling the heat at this point, and I finished packing up my camp and got a nice man on security to help me wheelbarrow the heaviest stuff to the van. I just couldn’t do it. When I got there, Scotia and Mermaid were in there taking advantage of the air conditioning, so I climbed in too and got a little refreshed. Closing ritual was a sedate sitting down affair, which was about all I could handle. Kryptonite missed because he was once again called off for a parking “emergency.” Ah well. He saw the giving out of the Golden Pinecone Awards where Scotia, Maeve, Mermaid and I got one because we showed up in our “gang colour” i.e. our funny Fraggle headgear. Scotia then said, “Yeah! We’re going to go rumble with some Smurfs now!” Hee! Anyway, we left soon after, Kryptonite walked me to the van, and kissed me goodbye, and we pulled out. I was so tired, and a bit sunburned—I nearly fell asleep several times. We stopped at Dunromin for some ice cream, stopped in Greenwood to pick up Scotia’s son, and then hit the road for Halifax. I was so glad to have help getting my stuff up the stairs—you have no idea the state of exhaustion I was in. I ate, checked my email, and actually got to talk to Kryptonite for a bit on MSN. It was nice to know he’d gotten home safe and sound. Then I had some ice cream at Butch’s, came home and showered, and then went right to bed. The End. Comment over here.
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