by Russ McSpadden / Earth First! News
The film Goodbye Gauley Mountain weaves together the topics of sex, class, hillbillyism, queerness, capitalism and nature into a epic tale that will make you proud to be called a dirty environmentalist. This is, without compare, the sexiest nature documentary and one of the most profound films to deal with the beauty and tragedy of the Appalachian Mountains in the age of King Coal. It’ll make you fighting mad, then you’ll laugh, then you’ll get turned on. Hopefully you’ll fall wildly in love and get out there and defend your Lover Earth with a lust befitting the world’s most ancient and biodiversely kinky mountains. And the film could use your help.
From director Beth Stephens: “We are in the last 2 and a half days of the Kickstarter campaign for our film Goodbye Gauley Mountain: An Ecosexual Love Story. Please join us in getting the word out about the beauty of the Appalachian Mountains in the face of the devastation caused by mountain top removal. This unique documentary film squarely faces the horror of environmental devastation and even confronts it with love, joy and ecosexuality to entice others to stop MTR and stop it now!!”
Goodbye Gauley Mountain: An Ecosexual Love Story is currently in post production and nearly ready to be unleashed on the world.
I’ve had the chance to meet with and interview Beth Stephens and Annie Sprinkle, whom I consider friends, and a snippet of that can be read below. The full interview has been printed in the soon to be mailed Earth First! Journal.
RM: And so you married the Appalachian Mountains?
BS: Yeah, the wedding to the mountains was in some ways the most down home and intimate wedding we have had to date. It was incredible in terms of bringing together activists, artists, sex workers and students to voice their opposition to mountain top removal and their love for the Appalachian Mountains. Larry Gibson, a leading activist of the anti-MTR movement, delivered the homily; and Joseph Kramer, a visionary pioneer in the world of sexology, led Annie and I in the wedding vows; but many others, including members of my West Virginia family, witnessed and took vows to love, honor and protect the Appalachian Mountains. Our film ends with the wedding as a performance that opens up spaces of imagining new ways to be in relationship with the Earth other than an exploitative one where we are blowing the tops off mountains to gain cheap electricity.
RM: You two also spent time with the folks of the RAMPs campaign, the people who use civil disobedience, tree sits, sit ins and etc to confront MTR.
BS: Yes, and we even received a lesson in tree climbing. A person named Grumbles taught me how to tree climb. Grumbles is the Robert Redford of environmental activism. Tree sitting is like very sexy deep tree hugging. You really develop an intimate relationship with trees. I mean, people risking their bodies and lives to try to save the Earth is pretty f*cking sexy.
AS: Yeah, its like bondage for a cause. All those chains and harnesses and ropes, chaining yourself to an earth moving machine or strapping into a tree, that is really sexy. And you know we were at the March on Blair Mountain and were the drivers in the caravan of cars taking the RAMPS activists to shut down the Hobet mine in protest this summer. Its funny because, as a sex positive porn star I’ve fought to keep my top off, but now I’m fighting to keep mountain tops on.
RM: What does a wedding to coal look like?
BS: While we were in Spain we had a wedding to coal in the city of Gijon, in the northern state of Asturias. Our wedding was in a tent in a fair at a festival called Semana Negra. This wedding featured a lot of anarchist artists, poets and performers. In the end Annie and I were laying in a bed of coal, naked and the wedding performers surrounded us. They then placed pieces of coal dipped in blood on our bodies. Asturias, the coal mining region of Spain, reminded me a great deal of West Virginia. Our audience was composed of people from town and the front row was filled with old women who looked as if they completely disapproved of what we were doing during our two-hour wedding performance. I thought they were going to tar and feather us as we had heard many stories about how the Spanish government was afraid of the miners because the miners controlled the explosives (for mining) in the state—and were political radicals. But low and behold after our vows were made to help keep the coal in the Earth, we recessed to the outside of the tents, barely wrapped in our too small wedding sheets and the very stern looking ladies of the town joined us in singing traditional mining songs. It was wild, beautiful and really moving. Our sheets fell off and no one missed a beat. Viva Santa Barbara! Vivia Las Novias! Singing naked with all of these old miners’ wives at a fair in Gijon was perhaps the most wild thing I’ve done in spite of my more seemingly wild escapades. The energy was orgasmic as it really seemed that anything could happen. And I think the Earth must have loved it too.