Hospitality Sweet

Last week Notre Dame des Arbres asked if Kitty would mind interviewing me for MpZ magazine - the magazine of the Eurofaeries. Kitty and I knocked a few ideas back and forth, and I'm quite pleased with the result !

I have printed the text of the interview below, but click here to read the original article in PDF.



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Kitty Liquer: Hello Hospitality Sweet

Hospitality Sweet: Hello Kitty

KL: This is a picture of us at Folleterre. Don’t you think we look nice!




HS: Well as usual I am on my knees! It is nice isn’t it. You were telling us all about how sexually liberated we all should be. Tenderness I think you said. It was very funny.

KL: A certain Fae who shall remain nameless suggested that I interview you for MpZ. She says I’d be perfect to extract the best of you seeing as I'm so innocent and all that (ha!). You journeyed to Folleterre for the first time in the Deep Fat Frier. A rather bumpy ride I guess. I'm sure it would have been a delight to see the towers of a Foreign Legion fort rising out the top of the mountain after such a journey. What were your first impressions of faerie land?

HS: Relief, largely. That ride to Folleterre is best remembered in italics. Though I am most adept at repressing and moving on, my journey to Folleterre was very bumpy. So there we are. I was happy to be on dry land. This was my first time in EuroFaerie land (che gioia!). Though not my first in Faerie space. I spent much of the last year living in love with a Zuni fee in Amerika.

KL: What did you boys get up to?

HS: The usual. Probably the best sexual connection of my life.

KL: No, Hospitality. I mean at the Folleterre Summer Gathering. What did you get up to this summer with all those boys?

HS: Well you know better than I, probably, seeing as we spent much of the time hanging out together. Well. We hung round the lake (wasn’t that fun), you showed me your lady garden, we smoked a lot of doobie, kissed, cuddled, and laughed a lot. Probably best of all though, you, me and Firefruit had all that scat fun together – which was the best part of the week. I lit a lot of fires too. Dancing. Body slapping. Drumming. Smoking doobie (did I say that?). And making love, of course – how could I forget?


KL: Exactly. Enough of the gentle introduction and let's cut to the shirtlifter section of the interview. What did you do? With who, when, how and where? I want to know everything.

HS: Ha ha. Well you’ll just have to use your imagination. I can’t tell you that.

KL: My dictionary states “Hospitality” as being "The quality or disposition of receiving and treating guests and strangers in a warm, friendly, generous way."

HS: You’ve hit the nail on the head. One night only! Ha.

KL: Oh let's get to some specifics. Who was the last person you had sex with? HS: Don’t really know if I should say (ha!). But I was stung on my foreskin last month by a wasp. And my cock swelled up in a very strange way for two days. It was very interesting indeed. KL: Let's cough up some fur balls together and talk dirty innit. To butt plug or not to butt plug, that is the question? HS: That was my favourite butt plug that I put up to auction. Red and black. Very nice indeed. It slips and and out so easily but is a perfect warmer upper for any event.

KL: Tell me about your journey from James to Hospitality Sweet?

HS: Well. James was born a while back in England. Though I don’t feel very English people keep telling me that I am SO English it could be dangerous. I worked hard, and slipped up a few times. Then I got totally lost and LOVED it. I started looking for queer, rural, creative communities on the net. And can I tell you how HARD it is to find the faeries on the net if you don’t quite know what you are looking for. Then last year I went on a course in Amerika to study erotic massage (that was fun). The event was facilitated by a Faerie from Oz who kept shouting at the top of his voice “SAY YES TO MORE PLEASURE IN YOUR LIFE, MY BROTHERS”. That kind of connected in my brain and I thought. “Yes, god damn it, I will.”

Then I bumped into a man who had picked up a vacuum cleaner while driving on his way from Halifax to New Mexico. I asked him if I could help. He replied “what do you really like doing?” I said “Picking flowers.” So he dressed me up in a bonnet and basket in hand I went skipping round picking bunches of blooms (it was high summer in New England).

We fell head over heels. And the rest is history. Through him I met lots of Amerikan Faes and I thought WOW that’s it, that’s what I’ve been trying to do all my life, just didn’t know there were other boys in the woods doing it too. This spring I built a garden in upstate new york and we made our own maypole. I was wearing little pink shorts and a big fur pink hat. That was brilliant.

Then at Folleterre I was making love with someone in the Hospitality Suite and we were laughing about how many other boys I had fooled around with in the first three days at Folleterre. And the name kind of stuck. I like it. It brings out the best in me. I definitely can be VERY generous to strange men.

KL: There are many landmarks at Folleterre; le lac, le monument, la tour de merde. What will be the landmarks that carry you through the dark winter months?

HS: Well. I don’t know how present Folleterre will be in my mind this winter. I am going to New Zealand to climb volcanoes and work on a gay organic farm to keep away those winter blues.

KL: What about the Tower of Poo? Don’t you think that since you signed up to be on the scat team that you will some day have to shovel all that shit somewhere? I wonder if it will freeze solid in the winter?

HS: Probably. I’ll do anything for a square meal. But, thinking about it, yes. I will probably be there after the last gathering this year to shovel all that shit somewhere.

KL: What was the happiest moment of your life so far?

HS: Probably when I found an iceberg.

KL: Can I lick you ?

HS: I’ve been waiting for you ask that since we first met. Posh boy indeed !

Pan Street

	Well here I am, back in London, after an idyllic two weeks in Greece. Firefruit lives in a house belonging to David and Efthimius - whose land includes much of the south facing side of a river valley once dominated by a citrus farm. After many decades of neglect, the farm has fallen in considerable disrepair, with sheep roaming the terraces and damaging the dry stone walls.
me in sifnos in pink

Most of the citrus is dead through lack of irrigation - but the land still yields olives and figs. Firefruit has been building a vegetable patch on the only terrace which remains well irrigated and protected from the warm winds which storm up the valley.

I spent much of the week naked - and through that folly learnt much of the power of clothes. Not only did I rip my feet to shreds, but my cock was bitten by a wasp and swelled to a considerable size. Efthimius and David have named the track that runs from the road to the house "Pan Street".

Soti (Firefruit's partner), Firefruit and I spent a few days on the rocks by the sea. Swimming was divine, though I wonder if the mediterranean was once cleaner.

Firefruit and I worked on a costed proposal for developing the land - including planting native pines above the house to provide shade, upgrading the irrigation system and building a pergola.

firefruit in sifnos with lavender

We also spent considerable time discussing queer community and our aspirations. Land in Sicily or Greece seems to inspire us both, though I am concerned about local homophobia. Something for us to work on.