IMAGINE THIS. Me at a urinal. Wearing a flowing Georgette pair of pants, a dusty pink t-shirt, and topped off with a light pink kimono. There’s a shuffle behind me. The syncopated sli-slishhh-sli-slishhh of a man who’s had too much to drink. A gruff cockney voice erupts from around me “blimey mate that’s a smashin’ outfit you’ve got on. At least you look different to the rest o’ us.” The his thick gnarly hands fumble at his zipper. He sighs, relieved and at ease with his manhood in hand. Excited & self conscious, I pee hard into the pear shaped bowl. And as little drops of pee ricochet out the bowl, like little wet sparklers, I suddenly realize, “yeah bitch, I wear what I like.”
And this is how and when I realized what my look for my performances needs to be. This is also a (badly lit) clip from my performance last night. but listen how they all stop talking and START SINGING ALONG WITH ME!!