You might think I’m cloaking. But I am not. So afraid to find out that someone IS something else than they present to be. Afraid that they might be cloaking. Might be disingenuous. Pretending to be something “they are not”.
Where we must, we break laws. Everyone knows that. Where we must, we conceal. So many people I have known have broken small laws in order to stay or go where they need. We figure it out. We are rats
Tonight’s HYENAZ concert in Zabok was Rupture. And it–remained so–unfinished. A fire alarm, triggered by our fog machine during Adrienne’s speech, began to wail (at first we both thought the other was contributing a sonic intervention) and then an emergency
A few thoughts on what is Radical Kinship, prompted by Joy Mariama Smith, who hosts this summer’s WERK programme at Ponderosa I think radical kinship is … forming and holding communities … made of unique intersectional individuals who work and
Road to Bordeaux. Thinking about safe space My experience in creating safer spaces–or what might better be termed inclusive spaces–comes from gathered knowledge working in many activist and dance/somatic spaces. Much has been written and explored around the topic; this
Ma(r)king Time +71 Road to Toulouse What is an antidote to silenc(ed) voices; or rather, voices not being heard. How do we take the onus of listening for ourselves as individuals rather than requesting that the speaker change their mode
Hahahahaha. White queers. Hahahaha white queers. Okay white queers can do their magic too. Says a voice from the audience. Perhaps hostile, perhaps celebratory, it’s hard to tell. Thank you, first of all, for reminding me of the humor. And
SexWORKperformanceART Is a project about the intersections of sex, work, performance and art. To what extent is “a” body an autonomous agent exercising choice in a precarious capitalist economy, and how do these choices dialogue with a body’s intersectionality? What
