are the radical faeries. Last night on QAF, Michael and Emmett went to a radical faerie getaway, to try and improve Emmett’s spirits after his boyfriend turned into a crystal meth fiend, came crashing down, finished rehab, and humiliated him several times, all in the space of one episode. When they got there, some guy named Periwinkle, who was dressed in a sarong and had wreathes of flowers around his head and wrists, greeted them and told them about all the wonders of the radical faerie camp, including the yert, the heart circle, and the tantic massage workshops. Then they were dressed in fanciful women’s clothes and instructed to pick out their faerie names. Emmett had trouble coming up with one, but eventually had a magickal vision while tripping on shrooms later in the day, and dubbed himself “Clear Day.” All of this led to his eventual spiritual renewal that culminated in him dancing like a fiend at Babylon (the big danceclub where EVERYTHING happens), wearing eyeliner and throwing glitter everywhere. Woo!
Now, how this affects reality: My friend Dan is rumored to have engaged in this type of activity. Dan, if you’re reading this, please chime in, otherwise I would appreciate comments from anyone who has experienced the radical faeries, if not first-hand, then second or third-hand. I’m not going to be a stickler for details, I’m just curious.