23 Sep, 2024: Our collection of material documenting harassment, doxing and allegations of illegal behavior against MAPs, on the part of a purportedly "MAP" group, is now complete. A second article documenting a campaign of disinformation by said group is nearing completion, and will be shared here.
Hakim Bey
Hakim Bey is the penname of prominent anarchist philosopher Peter Lamborn Wilson. Bey was once a frequent contributor to the NAMBLA Bulletin, P.A.N., Gayme, Ganymede, and other paedophile-sympathetic publications.[1] [2]
- Rock Island Pavanne, by Hakim Bey
- [...]
- let's say one of them is almost eight, raggedy-kneed blue-
- jeans & an old slouch tweed cap, hair & eyes both the same
- soft Venetian brown, body svelte as a Caravaggio
- urchin-cherub ~ and the other ten-&-a-half, huge slightly
- crazy green eyes, world record eyelashes, hair the color
- of Lindisfarne-gospel goldleaf ~ wild enthusiasts, boastful
- liars, agents of chaos, cuddle-monsters, extortionists of
- toys & favors, fancy-dancers, dirty jokesters, natural-born
- exiles from the Mundus Imaginalis ~ right! there must be
- millions like them in these frozen flatlands, millions of
- secret epiphanies in thousands of icy boxy little houses at
- every point of the night-whistle-echoing nation ~ but
- imagine just this once instead of staying on the Wabash
- Cannonball or whatever Zephyr you disembark just here & now & finally
- penetrate the mystery of these lost-town boys who might have waited
- unknowingly forever for someone to notice their beauty, might have
- grown old and heavy, square & dull without ever communicating
- their dirty-sweet fragrance & sheer unreasoning joy to a
- single poet ~ but this time you finally get off the train
- in this godforsaken grain-embargoed cowburg ~ and thanks to
- the whim of some nearly defunct amerindian pagan-pervert
- genius locii this time at last you get to meet Jimmy & a
- Joey who are precisely as imagined, feed them cheeseburgers
- & pink shakes & bribe them with action-figures & gum, these
- two microcosms, these two fire-clowns ~ so that all of us
- in a moment of mutual unspoken relief at this shattering of
- worshipful destinies, all of us suddenly gracefully have to
- embrace & kiss, kiss chaste & cool on the lips & grin like
- bobcats for this fortunate derailment, this whistle-stop,
- this milk-run, this hobo's muscatel-dream, this poetico-
- revolutionary action that somehow forever changes the energy
- gradient ~ however slightly, no matter what, no matter who
- knows or even remembers, absolutely, unconditionally,
- nostalgically, painfully, permanently.