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Some girls are content to don their Sunday frocks and sit in low chairs at diminutive tables and serve tepid cups of air-tea from their miniature tea services to their dolls. Zillah was not one of those girls. To be sure Zillah had one of the finest tea services in the county – a sterling silver affair flush with hallmarks and coats of arms that no doubt had been brought back from the Cave of Spleen. Zillah chose to set her tea parties out Restoration style – bottles of amontillado, port, and, her personal favorite, dry gin. It had the most magnificent burn going down, and, to her mind anyway, it released la fae vert better than absinthe. Her parties with the nymphs, as she called her china dolls, were initially on Sunday afternoons after church. God Himself needed a swig (probably of whiskey) after one of Parson’s patronizingly pedantic homilies.

Soon enough, she expanded to Thursdays for her ‘at home.’ Before you could say “gin fizz” she was a full on courtisane with a saloon, er, salon daily from two to six. The conversations were stimulating: the anthropological merits of noughts and crosses; the spiritual well being of the nursery horse. It was all so fascinating. Then she got word.

James’ best toy soldier friend Lieutenant Brandywine was coming home, unscathed, from the Front. The party was splendid. Everyone who was anyone was there. It must be admitted that Raggedy Anne gate crashed. It was  smashing success by all counts. Until it happened anyway. Well into her sixth double martini, Zillah decided she needed a nap. She lay down on the child sized velvet davenport and found the Big Sleep.

As ever with my sincere gratitude to Mr. Gorey.

i refuse to partake with
those who my spirits vex
and i will not put upon them
some fire and brimstone hex
the new born i sun
i greet joyfully every day
regularly and priviate
supplication do i make
in garret or in agora
my gods communion i surely keep
and with pure enlightenment
i am sure to lose no sleep

–sorry it’s late–

This is the Chalice Lighting I read at the June 27 Celebration of Life.

I asked the God if it was okay that
I’m homosexual.
He answered yes and sent me on my way.
I asked the God if it was okay that
I’m into kink.
He answered yes and sent me on my way.
I asked the God if it was okay that
I like my martinis dirty and my beer layered.
He answered yes and sent me on my way.
I asked the God if it was okay that
my favorite color is black.
This time my God did something different.
He asked me a question.
“Why would I care who you love or how,
what you drink or your favorite color?
My only desire is for you to be you –
whoever, whatever, however you are.”

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I am a middle-aged Goth Child of the Reformed Order. Fortunately, my order admits homosexuals — or there’d only be three lonely fags hags and Quasimodo at the monthly meetings, but I digress. Today, I’m flying the flag from Queer Horror, and I want to make sure everyone knows that  on July 10th, The Louisville Palace will start its Summer Movie Series — this year devoted to: “MONSTERS: A Celebration of Horror Classics from Universal Studios.” What could be better than a Saturday evening curled up on the red velvet seats with a beer watching  Dracula ,The Black Cat, or  The Wolf Man?

Just for the record, the next Full Moon in 7 July.

Queer Wolf Mantra

Even a wrist thats strong and firm
And holds itself straight by day
Can become limp when moon is full
And the queerwolf comes your way

Curse of the Queerwolf

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