Category: LoveLetters

Juan is in the shower. He is washing off his thick makeup from the night, when he was “Anita Drink,” one of the most obnoxious drag queens to grace the stage, which is quite difficult in a city with such stiff competition. I lie down on our unmade bed, which resembles more of a nest…

I just can’t figure out why Americans apparently oppose gay marriage so strongly, i.e. voting yes on California Proposition 8 in Tuesday’s election. Forget popular culture (and all its various positive and negative portrayals of homosexuality), forget the myriad opinions held by religious and non religious Americans, let’s talk logic and legality here. I keep…

I feel like a long time voter because of all the California propositions and local elections I’ve participated in, but actually this was only my third presidential election. Both of my first two elections were sorely disappointing; I didn’t particularly like either candidate and ended up voting Green, aware that in a sense my vote…

Dear Ms. Levy, First of all, thank you for writing Female Chauvinist Pigs. The issues you are exposing and delving into no doubt need to be discussed, whether I agree with what you wrote or not. So here’s to a continued discussion. To say that your book was a page turner that captivated my attention…

First of all, a big thanks and respect to Clea Cutthroat for starting the conversation and taking it beyond us Berlin artists and into an online forum. Please read her brilliant manifesto on free art and censorship if you haven’t already (myspace.com/cleacutthroat) It’s sometimes unbelievable to me that in a place where women’s and men’s…

What do we risk in exposure? We’re (me, ReveRso, Clea Cutthroat and Lady Gaby) in Vienna putting up our artwork and getting ready for our performances with Lady Gaby’s Sexflies. Clea gets another photo erased from her site, even though x’s are across her tits .. maybe we’re out of touch, but we’re having a…

My vision flashes. We are sitting in the town square outside of the town hall in Copenhagen, seven in the morning, our bikes piled around us. I am wearing a green boiler suit fishnets pink high heels makeup worn from the night and the boys I’m with are dressed up in pretty sweaters skinny pants…

The more I let myself give up control of the text and express ideas through dance, movements of the body and explicit use of my own body as site of experimentation onstage, the more deeply I understand that my body (all of our gendered bodies) will and always have been the literal flesh and “stage”…

This is becoming so tiresome, this discussion of women’s body images. Not only from the standpoint of a machista misogynist voice, but even from a libratory feminist voice. If we are to stop concentrating on women’s image, what they look like, what they wear, how fat or not fat they are, then we must stop…

Have I isolated myself even from Bitch Magazine? I refuse to believe that, but the self-exploitation argument mentioned three times in the love/shove section is really getting old. See “A Total Sham” … “self-exploitation;” “The Wages of Spin” … “some women fetishize their own devaluation,” and “The Pussycat Dolls Present” … “the freedom for women…