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Once was the time I thought the only reason to go to Michigan would be to indulge my obsession with grimy cities. I went there recently, and the experience was so overwhelming, I actually forgot I was in the same state as Detroit. This forgetfulness was due to 6,000 goddess-endearing women convening in August under the auspices of a love for music and one another: The Michigan Womyn's Music Festival. I knew not what to expect. I read plenty of media coverage, and made short work of the routinely encountered folk-singers-run-amok stereotype. With bands like 7 Year Bitch, Team Dresch, and Tribe 8 headlining in the past few years, one can't put much store in the writing of people who are probably pretty afraid of what really goes on when a population of women forms for a week out in the middle of absolutely five or six hours away from Detroit. No amount of research prepared me for this experience. Here's a super-abridged version of how I and Dawn Kish -- a penniless writer and photographer team, respectively -- representing W.I.G.-- a penniless publication -- ended up there at all.
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| fotos top left: Charming Hostess. top right: sexpod...oh yeah. bottom: yummm...watermelon, kitchen volunteers are a part of "festie" life. |
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