AN INJURY TO ONE IS AN INJURY TO ALL
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Ophelia goes into the underworld to speak from a voice that will destroy the patriarch
trance of the sexual//creative energy-empowerment held within the witch archetype
found background image
music: White Nights by Psychic TV
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HOME // HOMELESS EXHIBIT PERFORMANCE:
creates protection circle w gold glitter
suggestively takes jacket off,,,wearing only vaginal undies and pomegranates as a top and shoes
i set up the cardboard beside me and spread my legs ,,staring still. breathing deep.
i write "WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR BODY IS THE ONLY HOME YOU HAVE BUT IT DOESNT EVEN FEEL SAFE? THE SEXUALIZATION OF OUR BODIES MAKES US VULNERABLE, EXPOSED, WITHOUT SHELTER". and i hold space for my tears as i +++empower+++ myself thru letting it go
and spreads legs
then on a newsprint note pad i write "IF YOU ARE GOING TO OBJECTIFY ME BY TAKING MY PHOTO YOU HAVE TO KISS ME" &&& take this black lip stick i made out of coconut oil and food color and rub it all over my mouth
breathing and staring and slowly moving erotically
taped underwire of a bra under my breasts and use a small needle to stab the padding from a bra, continuously. bringing tension//attention to the penetration
i then grab a carrot and suck for a long time until its so deep i dry heave and when i feel like ive been abandoned for too long by beings that dont care for the emotional health of every woman bodied being that is objectified; that i am depicting, that i am standing up for; i crunch the fuck out of the carrot spitting it all over the sign while posing sexually to nearby folks in the audience.
at one point i get pissed off at how hard people are trying to ignore me, so i hit my sign against the ground, throw it, and leave.
Anonymous audience member writes;
i remember feeling as if i was looking into a mirror.
i couldn't stop journeying into myself. in that woman's exposed body, woman or not within. i traced her every curve.
i felt the discomfort of a whole room full of people who mostly waited for the right time to leave. to escape, rather. i felt htis woman's discomfort. it was my discomfort too.
but she was the one being brave. taking fear and turning it into power.
her absurd gestures of reality made ego a permeable substance. it was a carrot she gagged on suggestively.
proudly my mind clinged to what was obvious metaphor. proud and distracted while the heart could feel what stirred deep within. a contradiction.
i want my cock sucked like that //\\ i am torn by her pain.
crunch.
that's the discomfort i sat with. uncomfortable reality. unbearable truth.
truth can be uncomfortable to those who operate unaware of the lies they tell themselves daily. but it's the truth none the less. and it's medicine.
i saw a man in a suit come into the gallery. he spoke with his back turned to the performer. the only time he looked at her was for a brief second when he reach for that GMO Piss Water (PBR) under the rose colored couch in the middle of the gallery. then he left.
He was uncomfortable too. all of us were. though we all did different things about it. i wanted to take my clothes off, to make things equal. but i was afraid, so i didn't. there's something in that too.
afraid of my body. of sex. of wanting erotic pleasure.
i'm not proud or ashamed of our shared erotic nature. i'm amused though that it is believed to be anything other than what it is. which is erotic. but we dress it up in fantasies of love and horror. try to give it reason where reason is held in the heart of Nature's secret library. amusing!
amusing only sometimes. other-times its my erotic nature being repressed and i hurt. or its expressed in desperation and i hurt someone else.
what delicate line we tread. stepping over trauma like being barefoot in a forest of thorns. recently disturbed. all over again. where are the traditions and wisdoms of sexual empowerment? how do we address issues of erotic desires in culture? how do we act confidently and yet carefully to navigate through sexual needs? there will always be men, and there will always be women. so there must always be initiating and understanding!
so how!? how do we come together and share all these needs in a healthy way?... where have all the old masters gone?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------i remember feeling as if i was looking into a mirror.
i couldn't stop journeying into myself. in that woman's exposed body, woman or not within. i traced her every curve.
i felt the discomfort of a whole room full of people who mostly waited for the right time to leave. to escape, rather. i felt htis woman's discomfort. it was my discomfort too.
but she was the one being brave. taking fear and turning it into power.
her absurd gestures of reality made ego a permeable substance. it was a carrot she gagged on suggestively.
proudly my mind clinged to what was obvious metaphor. proud and distracted while the heart could feel what stirred deep within. a contradiction.
i want my cock sucked like that //\\ i am torn by her pain.
crunch.
that's the discomfort i sat with. uncomfortable reality. unbearable truth.
truth can be uncomfortable to those who operate unaware of the lies they tell themselves daily. but it's the truth none the less. and it's medicine.
i saw a man in a suit come into the gallery. he spoke with his back turned to the performer. the only time he looked at her was for a brief second when he reach for that GMO Piss Water (PBR) under the rose colored couch in the middle of the gallery. then he left.
He was uncomfortable too. all of us were. though we all did different things about it. i wanted to take my clothes off, to make things equal. but i was afraid, so i didn't. there's something in that too.
afraid of my body. of sex. of wanting erotic pleasure.
i'm not proud or ashamed of our shared erotic nature. i'm amused though that it is believed to be anything other than what it is. which is erotic. but we dress it up in fantasies of love and horror. try to give it reason where reason is held in the heart of Nature's secret library. amusing!
amusing only sometimes. other-times its my erotic nature being repressed and i hurt. or its expressed in desperation and i hurt someone else.
what delicate line we tread. stepping over trauma like being barefoot in a forest of thorns. recently disturbed. all over again. where are the traditions and wisdoms of sexual empowerment? how do we address issues of erotic desires in culture? how do we act confidently and yet carefully to navigate through sexual needs? there will always be men, and there will always be women. so there must always be initiating and understanding!
so how!? how do we come together and share all these needs in a healthy way?... where have all the old masters gone?
DRRRAIN FILM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4oAFNU25u4
DRRRAIN II: UNPLUGGED IN NEW YORK
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwlYmJrQ-dk
Directed by EDDIE REGAN.
as Heather (I) / Shower monster (II) .
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A film about happiness in one minute.
I believe I am happiest as an animal.
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A day in the graveyard feeding my glamor head. Later tying it to the hood of my gold bike and riding around as canned spaghetti flies off while enjoyably listening to some dreamy dance tunes.