
When the rhubarb begins to sprout.


A circle of gay and queer men centred on the Land that sustains and nurtures our fae spirits.
There's a farm up in the Ottawa Valley that has been a nexus for rural queers, fringe homos, Radical Faeries and other eccentrics for more than thirty years.
It's off the grid, heat comes from wood stoves. Until the late 80s it was a functioning farm. Some know it as Ken's farm (after the owner, Ken Hillis); it's also known as Amber Fox. When I first went to a Radical Faery gathering there in 1992, I was introduced to one of the buildings as "The Studio." Of course I had to know -- whose studio?
Evergon (aka Celluloso Evergoni, Egon Brut, Eve R. Gonzales), well-known Canadian artist, lived and worked there between 1973 and 1981. He was born in 1946 in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. He studied at the Rochester Institute of
Technology in the early 1970s. Throughout his career his work has used the medium of photography and photo-collage, and he has addressed issues of personal sexuality and gender construction. While working in this relatively new medium, Evergon frequently refers to and questions the accepted interpretations of historical art.
The following interview with Evergon was conducted on Sunday November 21, 2004, at Ontario College of Art & Design, Toronto, by Bill Pusztai.
Read the interview hereImage "Terry and Big Muffin" byEvergon from the Canadian Encyclopedia.
You need - a two litre plastic bottle, string, a stick or tape, and some smelly bait
First step, cut the top of the bottle off near the top of the label.
Second step, throw away the lid, make four cuts in the lid so it has narrow openings or looks like it has legs.
Next, tie a piece of meat or cheese or any smelly food to the string and thread the string from inside the bottle through the hole you just made. Tie it to a stick or tape it to the bottle.
Finally, place the bottle on top of the top.
Voilà Instant fly trap!
Vernal equinox
My jeans around my ankles
Time to sow my seed
- Happy springtime, mes amis! Terry
"The day is bright and beautiful here at Amber Fox, and sugar season is upon us!I tapped my first trees yesterday and was delighted to see the drops spashing into the bucket. The sap looks like water and has a subtle sweet taste. It's quite amazing to see the flow. I'll be tapping more trees this morning with the hopes that we'll each have a drop of very sacred syrup for the Eastre Gatherette. The ratio is 40 to 1, with 40 parts sap yielding 1 part syrup, so I've got a lot of collecting and boiling to do!" -- Chip
"...the birds have returned! The spring air is filled with the sounds of geese. I can hear them in great honking gaggles,feeding and partying at the river."
That seems to be the essence of Faeries, of gay men seeking their own non hetro foisted approach to this time. It can be of our own creation, maybe its the merging of both male and female, maybe it's a time to look ahead, to be alone or together. Rituals can be be static or change to meet our needs and desires; inclusive or apart, it does not seem to matter.
I don't care if you won't
Talk to me
You know I'm not that kind of girl.
And I don't care if you won't
Walk with me
It don't give me such a thrill.
And I don't care about the way you look
You should know I'm not impressed
'Cause there's just one thing
That I'm looking for
And he don't wear a dress.
I need a man...
I need a man...
The ancient Saxons celebrated the return of spring with an uproarious festival commemorating the goddess of the dawn and the spring, Eastre, aka Oestre, aka Ostara and many other names).