Ida-Hoes

Carey: My adorable partner-in-crime looking dashing as she casually leans back and drapes her calf over a bycicle *cough*

Ray's been hopping trains all over the country for ages. 

Carey gave her a bowl cut. I thought she was cute.

Ruby Ruby Rose was not only a great band, but the lead singer also fucked a random volunteer from the crowd with a strap-on.

Magpie draws sweet comics for earthfirst and is the glitteriest, gothest, sweetest anarchist I've ever met.

Tom writes beautiful things and was the first person to officially hit on both me AND carey.

This rope drew blood.

Willow is stunning. They shaved their hair just that day and went from 70's gayboy to 2009 babe. Willow was the one who suggested smoking pot out of a day lily.

This is a ghost. I bet you can't guess who.

Jesus was tied up and kept yelling for a blowjob and a cocktail.

Sully and Israel were two of the first people I met. Sully has hawk feathers on his glasses, and scary amounts of energy. Israel likes to talk about sex work and adventure.

This girl wore rad threads and could do flips. Aren't there rules about being too awesome? There should be.

Think 70's softcore gay porn. Love the sleaze.

Devin was wearing a 25 cent wedding dress the night I met him. About 50 fags and Fag-ettes went roller skating at a nearby rink for his birthday and possibly gave the locals quite a shock.

Little Bunny Kai Kai just left the army in May and re-outed himself. He used to be married to a woman. Now he's wondering around the back of freight trains somewhere. His memory is amazing, he can remember every word to any song he's heard more than three times.

Bea and Piper giving a safe sex fisting demo. Piper was literally one of the most jovial people I've ever met, and has a rack that dreams are made of.

Melissa looks like a girl from another era about to hit the town. We gardened together and not only is she an absolute doll, she isn't afraid to wear a neon mumu. 

The end. (Israel's end to be exact. It was his greatest Ass-et.)

Idapalooza

Welcome to planet ida. Where the girls wear mustaches and the men wear dresses. Where you pick your eggs and blackberries. Where the shitter is either a cute cottage or a rocket. Where you can get ticks while doing naked stretching and drink more whiskey than ever before.

Nothing can prepare you for your first visit to radical queer Tennessee (and there's probably more going on than you'd expect).

Carey and I came early, ready to build and garden till the music and shenanigans began.



To begin with: It's gorgeous out here. Once you get over the bees, chiggers, snakes, spiders,ticks, poison ivy, mosquitoes, etc- you can begin to enjoy the stars, waterfall, and all the green as far as the eye can see.

The people aren't immediately friendly the way the faeries (fabulous gay men, mostly) are at the sanctuary a few miles away- but that doesn't mean anything. It's New York (ida) VS. San Fran (short mountain). There are plenty of friends and connections and hookups to be had. Blowjobs in the bushes all during lunch. A kiddie playground transformed to an S&M playground, complete with glory hole.

Things you can do at Ida [a partial list]
-cry
-weed the garden naked
-learn to use a jig saw

-shit next to a massive spider
-discover your hay allergy
-do arial silks poorly
-meet someone named fetish
-play spin the bottle with 4 bottles and 50+ kissers
-miss your bed
-have safe gloved sex
-join the FAG (fabulous ass gawkers) dance team

-offend people
-see the kids from school you were never quite cool enough to befriend
-listen to Hurray for the Riff Raff
-smoke weed out of a day lily
-give Dave End a hug
-accidentally wear the same outfit as a burly boy

-wake up sweaty
-drink homemade plum wine
-get jealous
-call everyone they and be constantly grammatically incorrect
-play boggle for the first time
-hear accordian versions of coin-operated boy
-wonder if anyone likes you
-get secret crush mail that proves at least one person does
-hear a chorus of moans at 3 AM
-be one of them