Los Angeles Pagan Pride

Nobody likes the guy who wears his vampire teeth to the dry cleaners. He has no friends.

So, I went to Pagan Pride Los Angeles this weekend. Actually, I help organize the event, which is to say, I am an administrative SuperDork. Nothing says "really, I am somebody" like a chubby chick with a sunburn and a clipboard.

Pagan Pride is a freak fest. A beautiful spectacle of freak festery. It's great to see so many kinds of people attending anything at 10 a.m., frankly. We have all your dorky Pagan types there- your Earth Mamas, your gothy teens, your druids bearing ornate wooden staffs, your "Willow" wannabes, your uptight Egyptian scholars and yes, some people with vampire teeth.

I will, for the record, point out that vampire teeth have nothing to do with Paganism. This missive is not meant to be a treatise on modern Paganism, but suffice to say, teeth are not part of the whole thing as far as I know.

My theory is that some people just don't get out much. Pagan Pride is an excuse for many of us to get off our blogs and actually SEE other humans. Or people with vampire teeth pretending not to be humans. Whatever.

I guess, where else are you gonna wear your Utility Kilt? Where else, on an otherwise normal day at the park, can dudes wear sarongs (as skirts) and people can wear cloaks, witch hats and carry wands in public? A little henna action makes it all the more wonderful.

If I didn't have so much to do at the event, I might dress up too. I have a great tye dyed cloak (a yep) and some fun little things I can't wear much else. But I would never be the guy with the fangs. Cause that guy's a dork.