Secret Key

On this page I’m including countless ancestors, allies, and teachers from outside the inside, beyond the pale, over the rainbow, through the veil. All real spiritual work is DIY, by the way, not just chaos magic or whatever the kids are doing these days. Even with good teachers and intact traditions, there’s always a part where you have to do your own thing, walk your own path, go beyond whatever you’ve known to become something new, and find the others who’ve gone there before, waiting on the other side. And for those who were not made for the inside of boxes, who start in darkness and make their own light, each by shining brighter come to fill the night with countless stars.

Martha P. Johnson and Genesis P. Orridge, I salute you, and all the Mysterious Queer Ones who’ve walked between worlds, read between lines, found a third way, and danced with jewels and drums where angels feared to tread. Galli priests of the Great Mother, seidhrmen and sibilant mountain seekers, psychic youth and shape shifters, ecstatic dancers in the dark, divers for light, bearded ladies, small town goths and freaks and zinesters, legendary beasts and dragon-queens, drag queers and strange-bodied singers of stranger songs, corybantes and maenads and disciples of Eris, radical faeries and Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence: I salute you, and have danced among you since Cimmeria; and we will dance again and shake the walls of empire every time it arises, for eons to come.