It was the year of the great Transsexual Panic at Pantheacon. The politics of sex, gender, and identity were very much in the air.
That summer Sparky T. Rabbit, Frebur Moore, and I finally decided to put together for PSG the men's ritual we'd always wanted to attend. From this was born the Rite of the God-Pole, an adoration of the Divine Masculine.
And of course, in that atmosphere, the issue arose: who's invited, who isn't?
Back in 1982, if memory serves, I attended the first CoG MerryMeet festival held outside of California, at Circle Pines in Michigan. I was a very young Witch (not such a young woman, but a young Witch). I had only been to two smallish, mainly local Pagan festivals, one being the first MerryMeet in ’81 and the other one in the hot, dry coastal hills of the East Bay. I had no idea what to expect, but I was excited. I was there for a reason, as a delegate from my Local Council to conduct the business of CoG. That fact gave me some assurance of who I was and what I was doing out in the woods with a bunch of unfamiliar Witches.
We held our meetings under a pavilion, where I remember shucking Circle Pines-grown corn for the evening meal.