Radical Fairies

I did a search on Radical Fairies and came across this web sight http://www.warren-wilson.edu/~religion/newifo/religions/alternative/index/faeries/essay1.shtml there you can find some history of the Radical Fairy movement in the 70's and 80's, supposedly it started here in New Mexico, hmm.  

While this article is focused on gay fairies, i have met recent ones and they are not always gay, but yes very pagan.

The following poem was also on this web page by gay author Michael Rumaker, i like this very much!

"The Fairies Are Dancing All Over the World"

The fairies are dancing all over the world
In the dreams of the President
they are dancing
although he dares not mention this at his cabinet meetings
In the baby blood of the brand new
they are dancing O most rapturously
and over the graves of the fathers and mothers
who are dead
and around the heads of the fathers and mothers who are not dead
in celebration of the sons and daughters
they've given the earth
The fairies are dancing in the paws and the muzzles
of dogs larking in the broad field next to the church
The fairies have always danced in the blood of the untamed
in the muscular horned goat
and in the shining snake
in the blood of Henry Thoreau
and most certainly Emily Dickinson
And they skip in the blood of the marine recruit
in his barracks at night
his bones aching with fatigue and loneliness
and pure dreams of women
and his good buddy in the next bunk
They are most lovely in the eyes of the black kid
trucking in front of the jukebox
at the local pizzeria,
more timorous in the eyes of his white friend
whose hips are a little bit more calcified
with hereditary denunciation of the fairies
May the fairies swivel his hips
On sap green evenings in early summer
the fairies danced under the moon in country places
danced among native american teepees
and hung in the rough hair of buffalos racing across the prairies
and are dancing still
most hidden
and everywhere
In some, only in the eyes
in others a reach of the arm
a sudden yelp of joy
reveals their presence The fairies are dancing from coast to coast
all over dead middle America
they're bumping and grinding on the Kremlin walls
the tap of their feet is eroding all the walls
all over the world as they dance
In the way of the western world
the fairies' dance has become small
a bleating, crabbed jerkiness
but there for all that, a bit of healthy green in the dead wood
that spreads an invisible green fire
around and around the globe
encircling it in its dance
of intimacy with the secret of all living things
The fairies are dancing in even the Pope's nose
and in the heart of the most stubborn macho
who will not and will not
and the fairies will
most insistently
because he will not
In the Pentagon the fairies are dancing
under the scrambled egg hats
of those who see no reason why youths should live to old age
The fairies bide their time and wait
They dance in invisible circlets of joy
around and around and over the planet
They are the green rings unseen by spaceships
their breath is the earth of the first spring evening
They explode in the black buds of deadwood winter
Welcome them with open arms
They are allies courting in the bloodstreams
welcome them and dance with them