Well my child, she has worked hard to have a passport to many places, none however can she call her home. Each time she crosses a border she wears many disguises, she tastes the spices, she sees the sights, hears the stories and leaves still with no sense of where she should be. Through time she has come to call the uncertainty home, to thrive in the lack of belonging, to eat from a table that it is not hers. Eventually she will be rooted out, exposed and punished accordingly. Indeed this has happened already when she crossed the border and called on the systems of a society to help her when she had no one else to turn to – they of course turned on her. They made certain she knew who she was, that she was not one of them, that she would never be one of them and that for her own good she should learn to just quietly sup from a table that she does not belong at. She has no where else to go.
C’mon Mickey. Take me to Disney Land, I wanna wear Mickey Ears, I wanna love you Mickey. Please Mickey?
…the performer who stops and observes her subjectivity, observes her objectivity, sees the instability of her identity, her body… questions the construction of her being… refuses to hide behind the state of uncertainty… reveals it’s very contradictions…offers this to you who watch, observe, curiously engage in form… what of the audience member who stops… observes her subjectivity, observes her objectivity, sees the instability of her identity, her body…
For what is a young woman such as myself as compared….to you? A queen…the queen in so many more ways…than me. Me. I love you.It is not the first time you have gone where many have feared to tread and yes often you took me on these most strange and unchristian excursions. And yes I too am a woman of great corruptions and yes I have spent many of them with…you. But on this occasion I merely held the reigns… and yes, yes I did marvel at the brute elegance of it, the strength of it, the sheer fervour of this creature bearing down, down on you. I love you.