Hans Baldung Grien, Witches’
Orgy, 1514, drawing.
burn with our passion for one another and we ignite forbidden
desires. Fire is sexual energy: gigantic, transformative, consuming.
radiates warmth and light. It makes a home, a meal, and a habitat
out of a pitiless world. And fire destroys all that, in an angry
instant. Cremation brings even our bones to dust.
is hellfire – evil, sin, damnation, monstrous violence. Fire is
torture, the awful martyrdom of Joan of Arc, the conflagration of
witches and sodomites, the history of murder and mayhem that has
devastated same-sex lovers around the world. Fire is danger – the awful danger we all still face, the pain and
torment of contemporary queer martyrs who are bludgeoned to death in
Vancouver, stabbed in Montreal, killed by a firebomb in Oregon,
imprisoned and stoned in Iran, shot in Serbia, raped and tortured in
AIDS holocaust consumes our community. We grieve until it seems we
are ready to erupt in flames. When we are capable of spontaneous
combustion, we become fire-breathing dragons, screeching prophesies.
We see, as no one else can, clearly into our own times. ▼