the party ain’t over …

Falcon is ecstatic.  He has been at Acorn for less that 72 hours and he is totally in love.  He has just traveled for several days from Minneapolis to help is lover Dragon move to Acorn.   He had figured out that the mainstream was soul sucking, despite working very hard for his corporate bar-tending job, he was in danger of getting fired for not selling enough appetizers.  But the easy part is seeing that the mainstream corporate world sucks. The harder part is believing that this world might work for you.  A world without the security of a pay check, where you are not building your resume.  A place without the tacit approval if family and friends who can not help but be skeptical about commune life.

Dragon and Falcon

Falcon and i spoke often over the long night of the rave.  He felt fully embraced by his partners new community, in the context of the rave very few people were holding back and it can be overpowering – the affection and attention.  But Falcon, despite knowing almost no one, is flying in it.

i teased him about his life value being measured in appetizer sales.  We talked about writing stories together which somehow captured the magic of this event.  He wants to write, he wants to build community. i warned him not to presume that highly amorous and permissive intimacy of the party was what happened every day and that part of why Acorn can do this is because there is a strong consent culture here and he needs to be part of that.

i also warned him that other people were going to fall in love with him and his stunning boyfriend, and they were not always going to be as generous and gracious as they were this evening.  Falcon understood this was going to stretch his relationship.

And he is clearly a smart guy.  He will make it work when the party is over and our other work of building community life kicks in.  I left him and the last few members of the daybreak party crew with the cool breeze of the rising sun behind me.

from the ashes of the old