even if death is on everyone’s menu, lurking somewhere after dessert, this evening, we survived
Want to take out your phone and text? Please, I dare you, and I hope I’m there to see what happens. Maybe Young will want to take a selfie, or share your photos, or throw your phone out the window. Anything could happen.
The work is the group; the group is the work. It is an antidote to work that devalues the human. The individual is decentralized, but not devalued.
Drag has challenged me to re-examine and expand my gender identity, which I now see as a continuum between my “everyday self” and “performance self”.
There is no preaching to the choir when it comes to considering reparations, because there is no choir. It’s a lonely act.