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”.
Nowadays I’m less interested in causing maybe a huge stir or making something achingly beautiful on the whole. Now it’s more like: take a sizable hunk out of the corner somewhere and maddeningly chew.
Democracy, Art & Critics, or, What Happens to Important Stuff If There’s No One to Call It Important?
Michael Kaiser has been rightly ran through the ringer, but in this brave new democratically discoursive world, what happens to art?