Decades ago, I was invited to perform a Winter Solstice Ceremony on Baker's Beach in San Francisco. I was a visitor in town on my own without my usual network of celebrants. So, in preparation for this event I held a meeting at the women's bookstore to stimulate interest and to gather a central tribe of facilitators to help set up and drum in the ritual.
After my presentation, a tough looking woman stood up and asked in an overtly belligerent manner, "Are men allowed?"
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