From the super creepy music at the opening, this “hidden camera” view of secret Mormon rituals is superb. I admit I got bored in the middle of the 7 minute clip, but perked up at the end to learn about secret handshakes with God through a veil, which looked like nothing more than a series of glory holes shrouded in white linen. Thanks, Eric the fez for the link.
Is this the dictionary definition of freedom? It seems to make people and gods happy.
The Rainbow Festival in Shinjuku Nichome today was short (2.5 hours), fewer than 5,000 people in world’s largest city, but there were some special moments. The portable shrine was fronted by women, but seeing the guys in fundoshi “bringing up the rear” was delightful.
I will go on a limb and say that I think it’s all about the immaculate white booties. They provide the purity that allows and nay encourages full ass exposure in a ritual that celebrates unseen gods in local wood structures, as well as farming cycles.
Is having a bubble butt a requirement for participation in carrying the shrine? The husband notices that the guy second from the right above is using belting or other under-technology to accentuate his ample assets. Would you call this a reverse push-up bra?
There were some yukatas to be seen, some androgynous yankii food sales nymphs, and a few lovely drag queens. But nothing comes close to the combo of white booties, uniform jackets, head towels, and exposed rumps.
Mostly the Tokyo Pride Parade was about fun, community, and visibility. There were a few political statements that struck me as especially relevant.
Above these incredibly young kids are posing with a sign saying, “自分らしさをあきらめない” (Jibun rashisa wo akiramenai, which means “I won’t give up my individuality”). Go, kids!
Below, there’s a message linking visas and marriage. I also love the woman with the rainbow umbrella, super colorful dress, and sign that says “God doesn’t bless marriages.” As part of an international couple, I feel the inconvenience of Japan and the US’s lack of immigration rights for gay spouses.
Yesterday I returned from a four day Golden Week ceramic trip to Numazu in Shizuoka, near Mount Fuji and the Izu Peninsula. The in-law ceramics senseis organized this annual trip to use a wood-fired oven to make special bizen pottery.
For three days and nights, we heated a wood kiln until it reached 1200 degrees celsius, taking turns feeding it. It will take another three or four days for the kiln to cool down, so a return trip is necessary to take out the pottery.
Here are some photos that depict some of the process. Below are the 18 or 20 pieces I made: mostly flower vases with lattice tops, ten small round plates, and four rectangular plates.