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Posted by Marke B in 48Hills.

It’s been a long and winding road to bring a celebration of the 50th Summer of Love to the park — permit kuffufles, safety glitches, and communication frustrations abounded in the cosmic quest to feed the heads. But finally the huge, fifth annual Peace in the Park (Sat/23, 11am-6pm) is gonna be THE ONE — and it even features the valiant Boots Hughston, who tried so many times to make it happen during the actual summer.
This half-century long-hair blowout (not to be confused with the Human Be-In, which held a peaceful, oddly tech-funded 50th commemoration festival of its own this past January) promises to fulfill everyone’s dreams of spiritual connection, and perhaps a little astral projection, on the Music Concourse. Swing by before Folsom Street Fair and witness a whole different kind of Electric Ladyland.

(We just had to add this still wonderful song by Scott McKenzie)

FREE ADMISSION FOR ALL!!!
Some performers include: Wavy Gravy; Katdelic; Pamela Parker, Diamond Dave; Alstar Family Band feat. Mark Karan, Jordan Feinstein, Sunshine (Garcia) Becker, and Robin Sylvester; Michael Pritchard; Laxman Panthi; Third Thursday Band Feat. Kevbot (Kevin Lash); Temple of Isis Feat. Jil Love Revolution; Bruce H. Lipton, Ph.D; Milton Rosenberg; SOUL Twin Messiah, Peace Awards with Bill McCarthy, Boots Hughston, Catherine Enny, Michael Gosney, and others
The time is NOW to come out for peace! Let’s honor and celebrate the 50th anniversary of “THE” Summer of Love! Join us, with flowers in your hair! Enjoy a sunny September day at Music Concourse of Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, California on 9/23. Bring the kids, celebrate peace, get crafty, be artistic, relax with gentle yoga, chill to live music, find some zen with other meditators, and leave happier, refreshed, and connected to your inner calm. Vegetarian food stalls like Amma’s Kitchen & Donna’s Tamales available!
Partners include: Brahma Kumaris, SOUL – Summer of Unconditional Love, Peaceful World Foundation, Baha’i Faith, PeaceDay Global Broadcast, PeaceDaySF, CODEPINK: Women For Peace, Peaceday.tv, Earthdance Global, and San Francisco Recreation & Parks Department.

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Posted: August 28, 2017 in *Celebration*

You remember from our other stories that Arvey Jones as a young man fled his home in Good City with only the shirt on his back, nothing in his pockets except a comb, heading for New York, New York. If you don’t remember the story you can make one up as you go along. Here is Arvey’s recollections of a coffee pot, the one in the photo, that he has been carrying around in all of the travels and settling in over the course of the last 50 some years.

Coffee Pot view with handle.

It was a sunny Saturday, the kind of day that everyone enjoys except for those who like it blasting cold with snow swirling or raining. Yes, I do know there are folks who like such things and I am one of them who likes all things. Never has the weather made me mad, or to cry out loud, “This fucking weather is going to fuck up my plans.” No what ever the weather the weather may be if its good enough for Mother Nature then its good enough for me. I was walking down on the Bowery, the old Bowery not the superficial one that is the Bowery now. The real deal Bowery of flop houses, cheap bars, panhandlers, A.I.Residence, junk shops, cheap clothing stores, used restaurant equipment, and down and out folks all over the place. Gerry warned me, “Stay a night in one of those hotels and get bugs like you wouldn’t believe.”  There was a junk store or a “we got a bit of everything” type of a place that I loved to poke around in and see what I could find. The owner, a delightful older Jewish man took to me right away and we had many a good talks when ever I was around. Well I spied what was to become my coffee pot for many a years after that. If not traveling to my new destination then packed away in my old trunk, stored in someone’s home until I could come back and retrieve it. Coffee pot 5 cents, couldn’t go wrong. A drip coffee maker that Carl told me was a French Drip Coffee Pot and that it made some very good coffee. Some of the best. Here look I have the same type in my back room. Sit down awhile and I will make us a cup of coffee. Carl’s brother ran a business out of the West Village, a work ready place where assignments would come in and he found the people to fill it. He got me the job that I had at the time. He told me about Carl’s store and said I should stop by there as he had good things cheap. Not in it for the money but for something to do. When the going got tough for some folks they knew that if they had something to sell go and see Carl. He was fair and would throw in a couple of extra dollars just because. One thing he wouldn’t deal with was the junkies. I can spot them a mile away and don’t want any of their stolen property. They want to get sober, well I know folks who would help them. But if not stay away.

Coffee all made I have to admit it was some of the best coffee that I had ever drank. So began my love affair with my French Drip Coffee pot. You know I think that if I had one bag to bring on my journeys I would leave out a change of socks, underwear, or any thing else just so my coffee pot would fit. It was my security blanket, a reminder of my home, a token of closeness. This coffee pot has traveled to San Francisco and back to NYC. The pot traveled through all the states in the middle of America. In a suitcase to Sterling City, California and a small steamer trunk to Davenport Iowa. It was in my trunk when I moved to Woodstock New York and came here in the same trunk when I moved to Hartford in 1978.

Coffee Pot view with spout.

I will never forget the afternoon that I couldn’t find my coffee pot. Where, oh where, was it? I searched and searched. I even went out to the dumpster pulled out the bag of trash that I had put in and searched. I finally gave up and said, It must have vanished in thin air or I have a little elf in the house playing tricks on me. I looked at my cat Sammy, “Sammy did you see my coffee pot?” and he meowed back. Well later in the day I went into the refrigerator to get some juice and there I spied it. In a real lapsed I had put the coffee put behind the milk and the juice. “Alleluia,”  I yelled and they heard me the other side of town. Sammy cat came into the kitchen to see what was going on.  Well I went about making a nice cup of coffee so happy that I had found my coffee pot.

I gave up coffee and my French Drip Coffee pot around 20 years ago. At that time there was a scare about using aluminum cooking utensils. But I hung on to the coffee pot. It resurfaced again when I was packing to move. I had placed it in a large kettle stored with a box of candles, wooden matches, and small cooking pans. There in the emergency kettle was my dear old coffee pot. The items were suppose to be used if the lights went out and we needed to cook on a steno burner.  I thought to myself, “How foolish you would never be able to heat up enough boiling water to use in the pot.” So guess what ? I am going to turn it into a work of art. Yeah, Yeah, art.  Now I can’t promise that I will have a show, put the coffee pot in it and make coffee as I would not want to be accused of helping anyone’s diseases along the way. I am sure we all got something brewing in us and of course its not from one cup of coffee from a aluminum drip coffee pot, but you know how it is now-a-days. Everyone knows everything, some know something, there are jack of all trades running around, and a bunch of goof balls in change of the United States. I once knew a anarchist woman who thought a beautiful bouquet of flowers was disgusting because the vase had come from Walmart. Honey get out of the way, you are not going to make any change that way.

So enjoy my photos of the coffee pot and my little recollections. I know just the artist that may want it for one of his terrific installations. I will ask him or maybe leave it on his door step. On the door step would better but I’m not sure where he lives.

Many thanks to Arvey Jones for this first person account of his French Drip Coffee Pot.

 

 

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After a summer of exploring identity, intersectionality and youth leadership, our Queer Academy campers are draguating! You’re invited to Queer Academy’s Draguation on Sunday, August 20th for a show, a ceremony, and a celebration! Queer Academy campers will share their messages from the stage through drag, song, dance and more…

Draguation will be at TheaterWorks from 6:00 – 9:00 PM, with a Silent Auction included.

Draguation is free and open to the public, but donations are accepted.

Facebook Page HERE.

3 Black and Brown Women who fought back at Stonewall! We remember them with PRIDE and honor them always.

Sylvia Rivera Trans Movement Founder. We celebrate our sister Sylvia Rivera on PRIDE week and every week.

Marsha P. Johnson. Marsha we will always love you forever.

Sylvia and Marsha P. Johnson our fore-mothers in revolution.

Storme’ DeLarverie: The cop hit me so I hit him back!!

During the ’50s and ’60s, Stormé DeLarverie toured the black theatre circuit as a mistress of ceremonies and sole impersonator of the legendary Jewel Box Revue. DeLarverie was one of many that fought the police in the 1969 historic riot at the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village. Filmmaker Michelle Parkerson finds DeLarverie and looks back on the grandeur of the Jewel Box Revue.

and here is Storme’ in her own words:

Three women who stood up and said NO! Who fought back! The LGBTQ communities owe a great deal to these 3 revolutionaries.

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Here is a leaflet and sign posting we did a few years back. These leaflets were posted around downtown Hartford and passed out in the streets. We said why not post it again 17 years later.

Notes:

(1)  From the Black Orchid Collective is Queer Liberation and Class Struggle. JOMO says about this flag, “my friend, Sarah Hopkins, made this flag after we watched “Flag Wars,” a film about middle class, white gay men gentrifying a black neighborhood. The rainbow flag became a symbol of gentrification, so we realized we need to make our own flag which symbolizes working class, queer liberation.”

(2) Photo outside of the Stonewall Inn, June 1969. Fred Mc Darrah NYC.

We heard this song many years ago and thought of it today after reading a statement on PRIDE written by Lady Bunny.

Lady Bunny schools us, well.

“Let’s cancel gay pride! Instead, let’s just fight over the f#cking flag this year! Let’s fight over the correct terms for everybody. Let’s dismiss everyone who doesn’t want to transition as a privileged cisgender. Let’s spar over the name of our own damn community–is it gay, LGBT, LGBTQ, LGBTQIA or did we bring back two spirits yet? I also saw a Y in there recently and have no idea what that even is. Let’s admit right now that we hate each other as a community, and that we’re too ungrateful to celebrate the freedoms which we do have once a year. Let’s compartmentalize ourselves into bears, twinks, butches, femmes, trans, tops, bottoms and those who claim they have no gender to further divide an already small community which does not have rights to equal housing and employment. And we’re even barred from using the bathrooms of their choice in some states! That’s a surefire way to make sure we’ll never get equal rights. Let’s boil it down to the tiniest arguments which will mean nothing in six months or even six days. If we took the energy and vitriol we reserved to pounce on one flag variation in one city and turned it on those who seek to destroy our rights, we’d be running the world tomorrow and we’d all have gorgeous new hairstyles to boot.
And in our supreme jadedness of which I am also guilty, let’s try and remember that there are young members of our own tribe who have gotten nothing but soul-destroying messages from their schoolmates, their churches and even from their families. Do they need our help? They need to see large groups of their own tribe in a festive environment so that they don’t feel so alone. They need to see happy and proud gay, lesbian, transsexual and every color of the rainbow folk actually liking and supporting each other. Or would youth even want to join this community if they saw the way we’ve been acting lately?”