Sister Lotti Da

Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence
expiating stigmatic guilt & promulgating universal joy
a ministry of public manifestation & habitual perpetuation
dedicated to the personal & collective enlightenment of all

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Bestowing the Blessings of Water at the wedding of Meredith Muse & Trees-ah 
photo by Emma Rowe  [ instagramed ]

Bestowing the Blessings of Water at the wedding of Meredith Muse & Trees-ah
photo by Emma Rowe [ instagramed ]

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Just finished a magical meandering trip traversing the coast of Maine with my beautiful, couragous cousins Kendra and Jinx. We spent time on the sailboat Mimi Rose with gracious Colin, Anne and Pepper (and the effervescent Maye). It was a wondrous time of exploration and discovery, community and comrades.
The sea is such a magical, mysterious place… perhaps I hear her calling in the dawn; as to what awaits, only She might tell.

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The Charles James exhibit @ The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I was amazed and astonished at the brilliance of Charles James’ genius, celebrating architectural design and creating embodiments of that most sacred intersection where classical aesthetic and contemporary art merge into something timeless (all executed flawlessly by a true [master] vanguard of style). jaw-dropping.

What a treasure.

Closes tomorrow.

Breathless.

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I’m always a little shocked my band-mates wanna hang with me; they are so rad and yet make me feel as if I belong to something—which is amazing.

We were super thrilled and honored Transgendered Jesus was a part of the 26th Anniversary Show for the Tompkins Square Riots FREE Concert Series in the park this weekend.  We played Saturday afternoon and had one hell of a good time.  Anne continues to astound me with her brilliant punk presence, mega-heart-rock-star-vibe and true-rock-n-roll soul.

Even though we hadn’t played in some time, we all had such a blast, which seemed quite contagious to the crowd—I so love being a part of this band.  I also love this park… with a magnificent history rich in movements, mayhem, and marches—Tompkins Square Park is one of my favorites.  

While we were just here 6 weeks ago launching yet another gorgeous Drag March, celebrating the 1969 Stonewall Riots, Queer Rebellion, Revolution and Solidarity (… and perhaps more commonly known in our current cultural memory).  In the context of only the Stonewall Riots, however, witnesses and participants in the Drag March might wonder why we begin in Tompkins Square Park.  And the answer is in the Park’s unique history.  

Since its beginnings, Tompkins Square Park has served as: a default shelter for homeless and marginalized people; centeral location to labor and protest organizing; and specifically the Tompkins Square Riots of 1988 and the Tompkins Square Riot of 1874

I had such a blast dancing and acting out on stage, making a fool of myself and totally letting go.  Performing with TJ felt like returning someplace important, thrilling and alive.  A place liminial and unique and always fleetingly endless.  

After our set, dear Susan came up and introduced herself.  She was so charming, kind and flattering—and then she mentioned she was one of the folks folks arrested and harassed in the ‘88 riots.  She proceeded to tell us her story of the evening’s events.  We all listened wide eyed and eared as she recounted a unique aspect of our dear cit’s history.  How important are these stories?  I felt hers sink in and take root, as if for life, within my memory.

Stories of such accounts are so fragile and often lost.  [How much courage must it have taken for her to approach me, all shiny and tall and sweaty?]  She was sweet and soft and kind, eager and shy.  I will hold those moments as tenderly as I hold any… for they are rare and make us rich beyond dreams.

After the show I am wiped, it’s a non-stop, high-octane freak-show dance-fest for me (in heels).  So after chatting with Susan, I decided to grab a seat in the shade and catch my breath.  As i walked, I noticed a group of police officers standing off to the side of the park—all standing uncomfortably with arms folded across their chest.  In the mix of the uniformed officers was my old Community Affairs Drag March organizing friend ‘Det. H.’  

Still on the the love endorphins of performing, I marched over to say ”hi’, forgetting I was wearing little more than panties and garters (which, in truth, he’s seen me in less for at a Decade or more of Drag Marches).

 Anywho, I bopped over in my go-go-boots and fishnets, the tension grew thicker and thicker with every step.  (Det. H recognized me, and his body visibly stiffened.) At about the same time I had the overwhelming urge to turn tail and run: but I had launched and been spotted, I was well past the point of no return.

I approached laughing, shaking my head and stuck out my hand, once again adopting the elegant fool as diplomat.  (pretending not to notice the molasses of malaise miring us all.)

"How ya doing Det. H," I offered?

"I didn’t recognize you up there," he said.

I replied something to the effect of “Well I gotta keep ‘em guessing, keep mixing it up”, suddenly remembering I had just choked myself to death with a police baton on stage [among other radical acts of demonstration art and theatre…] at an demonstration-event commemorating a riot the NYPD is condemned for instigating.  Awkward washed over me with the force of a flood.

Det. H was warm and endearing as always, but his arms returned to guarding his chest as soon as our handshake was complete.  He offered quick smiles as his eyes darted to his companions, searching for signs indicative of their interpretation of our interaction.

myself was distracted by the overwhelming feeling of being a fish out  of water in a bicycle race on Mars—focusing on his words, while processing his motions and as we swam together in this sinkhole of yuck.  

Our connection and history sustained us, however, kept us afloat.  The diplomatic fool made some self-effacing comments garnishing a sprinkle of chuckles from the peanut gallery.  Laughter as our catalyst and beacon, we seemed to simultaneous return to each other, lucid and clear eyed.  Our hands shot out and clasp each other, sealing the moment and, gratifyingly setting us free.  

Oh these moments in our lives, one right after the other, amazing and delightful, awkward and beautiful.  

Everyone wished everyone else well, smiled and separated.

Being an Edge Walker I’ve never felt I belonged with just one group; often I find myself embedded in communities alien to my upbringing, gender or creed.  Somehow this has translated into organizing.  I’m most comfortable in a mixed-up mash-up of existence and experience, paradigms and paradox (often requiring hyphens).  This is home to me. Perhaps this is why I inherently seek out ‘foolish diplomacy’—dancing this human condition of graceful isolation within all belonging.  We are alive in the Milky Way after all.  The Idea that Self is Separate is silly—(It amounts to suicidal brain-washing).

We are stardust.  We no know this.  

We are interconnected. We now know this.  

We are unique and continuous. This we now know.  

I love Tompkins Square Park.  It reminds me of this, and more.  

This I now know.

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The 2014 Drag March[entering its 21st year], was so much fun, and really big. Every year it is a challenge to get all the differently diverse people, from a plethora of places and paradigms (including the NYPD), all together in complete solidarity and fabulousity… carving and celebrating a safe space, inclusive and incredible—and so worth the work.  ["you may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one…"]

Every year we gather in Tompkins Square Park, before sunset, on the Friday before Manhattan’s Heritage of Pride march, (essentially June’s last Friday), and then we march west to the Stonewall Inn.  (For many this symbolically ties the Tompkins Square riots with the Stonewall riots.)

The Drag March was dreamed up by Gilbert Baker and Brian Griffin (aka Harmonie Moore of the Church Ladies for Choice), after reading a press release regarding Stonewall’s 25th Anniversary Celebration 'asking' that Drag Queens, Leather-men (and other marginalized LGBT queers) forgo attending, or at least adorning their “Drag” in efforts to better present ‘the public’ with a more homogenized,  hetero-normative ideal.  

As Brian & Gilbert sewed a giant rainbow flag (of Gilbert’s design) for the very celebrations they were seemingly being dissuaded from attending… Gilbert and Brian (aka Harmonie Moore) hatched an idea to instigate the first Drag March—they created flyers, organized and endeavored and thousands showed up to be visible in all their fiercest queer finery.  

Though a leaderless event, the Drag March has always been rich with communication, sharing ideas and diverse partnerships invoking inclusion, mirth, solidarity and celebration.  Over the years many different individuals have planned, championed and lovingly cared for the Drag March alongside [original] groups like the Church Ladies for Choice and the Radical Faeries, to [more recently] the NYC (dis)Order of Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Any-who-which-way-or-other, here are some photos of sister-lotti-da from this year’s Drag March march, I was pretty busy herding and coordinating all the amazing Queens, Kings, otherwise and in-betweens along w/ NYPD’s finest.  (a huge thank you to Det. H. who has long been a Drag March champion and super swell guy.)

Needless to say, i didn’t take any photos… but these images of Sr. Lotti Da made their way to me, so I’ll use them as an excuse (however narcissistic) to have a Dear Diary moment…  =)

& on the Drag March horizon … there is a short and sweet spell of a poetic video [created with AsobiNY’s Rico Noguchi] coming soon… ;-)

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☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆

 It’s the Drag March! 

☆ Tomorrow Night! 

FRIDAY, JUNE 27, 2014
TOMPKINS SQUARE PARK  (7pm gather)
March to STONEWALL Inn   (8pm march begins)
Come Feel the LOVE!!!

☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆☆♡☆

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BIG JOY: The Adventures of James Broughton
FREE Screening
Wednesday, June 18, 2014, 6 p.m.
NYPL
Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, South Court Auditorium 

In honor of LGBT history month, please join us on June 18th at 7pm in South Court Auditorium of the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building as we celebrate the DVD release of BIG JOY: The Adventures of James Broughton. 

James Broughton is the most famous, inspiring, and interesting poet you might never have heard of. Born in Modesto California in 1913, Broughton lived in San Francisco most of his life, made 23 wildly different experimental films and wrote 23 books, mostly poetry. He received a special award for poetic cinema from Jean Cocteau in the 1950’s, made the quintessential hippie film, “The Bed,” in the 1960’s, and became a bard of Gay Liberation in the 1970’s and 80’s. 
BIG JOY is a stunning exploration of and tribute to his life and work. 

There will be a reception before the screening from 6-7pm with an opportunity to view some of Broughton’s own films.

"A wonderful movie that every independent spirit should see and be inspired by."
~ Justin Vivian Bond

Special Guest Justin Vivian Bond will welcome us to the screening and introduce the film; after, esteemed film scholars (and Broughton colleagues) Jon Gartenberg, Jim Hubbard & Robert Haller join us for a discussion of Broughton’s life and the film.

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FREE and open to the Public. 
Register online at https://www.eventbrite.com/e/big-joy-the-adventures-of-james-broughton-tickets-11835290673

NYPL website
http://www.nypl.org/events/programs/2014/06/18/big-joy-adventures-james-broughton

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Free Screening of BIG JOY: The Adventures of James Broughton at the New York Public Library!  

Wednesday, June 18, 2014, 
6 p.m. reception, 7p.m. Screening
New York Public Library 
[42nd Street & Fifth Avenue] 

Stephen A. Schwarzman Building,
South Court Auditorium 

In honor of LGBT history month & James Broughton’s centennial year, please join us on June 18th at 7pm in the South Court Auditorium of the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building as we celebrate the VoD and DVD release of BIG JOY: The Adventures of James Broughton. 

James Broughton is the most famous, inspiring, and interesting poet you might never have heard of. Born in Modesto California in 1913, Broughton lived in San Francisco most of his life, made 23 wildly different experimental films and wrote 23 books, mostly poetry. He received a special award for poetic cinema from Jean Cocteau in the 1950’s, made the quintessential hippie film, “The Bed,” in the 1960’s, and became a bard of Gay Liberation in the 1970’s and 80’s. 

BIG JOY is a stunning exploration of and tribute to his life and work. 

There will be a reception before the screening from 6-7pm with an opportunity to view some of Broughton’s own films. 

Special Guest Justin Vivian Bond will welcome us to the screening and introduce the film and esteemed film scholars and Broughton colleagues Jon Gartenberg, Jim Hubbard & Robert Haller join us afterwards for a discussion of the film.

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NYPL
http://www.nypl.org/events/programs/2014/06/18/big-joy-adventures-james-broughton

Register online for Free at 
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/big-joy-the-adventures-of-james-broughton-tickets-11835290673

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In Honor of Walt Whitman’s Birthday

10 — Poem of You, Whoever You Are.

WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking 
the walks of dreams, 
I fear those realities are to melt from under your 
feet and hands; 
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, 
trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, 
crimes, dissipate away from you, 
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce, 
shops, law, science, work, farms, clothes, the 
house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating, 
drinking, suffering, begetting, dying, 
They receive these in their places, they find these 
or the like of these, eternal, for reasons, 
They find themselves eternal, they do not find that 
the water and soil tend to endure forever —
and they not endure. 

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, 
that you be my poem, 
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love 
none better than you.


Old, young, male, female, rude, low, rejected by 
the rest, whatever you are promulges itself, 
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are 
provided, nothing is scanted, 
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, 
ennui, what you are picks its way.

from Leaves of Grass (1856)


check out: http://www.whitmanarchive.org

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I have been remiss in updating this blog, but wanted to shout out to my Sisters who were utterly amazing at the Sylvia Rivera Law Project’s Small Works for Big Change way back in March…

All in all SWBC raised over $25,000. for SRLP’s revolutionary services. It is such an honor to be a part of this.  Thank you to all of the artists, host committee members, volunteers, and sponsors who helped make this such a sexy, successful night.  What a blast! 

For More Information on SRLP visit:  http://srlp.org

Check out these Beautiful photos by Tinker Coalescing

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my sweet Sawyer Brown,
I miss you so much.
I miss your wiggle,
I miss your wag;
I miss your touch.
I miss you so much.
my familiar,
my friend.
a part of me
will be
forever missing
you
a part of me
will be
forever blue
lost in missing you—
even your drool—
then giggles break through
and tears follow laugh-lines
away and around
with my little brown clown
lost in time
& the sound
as my laughter
abounds
down memory lanes
to swimming
& games played …
and dancing
into
Light …
into the night,
this timeless rite
of loving you,
entangled and true,
your sacred fool.

~ hucklefaery

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"… then I should have had Company all this time, instead of being here all alone, with nothing…"  
~ Piglet

(aw, my little piglet, being on your own can be lonely…)

"… then I should have had Company all this time, instead of being here all alone, with nothing…"
~ Piglet

(aw, my little piglet, being on your own can be lonely…)