Idag ska jag till Stonewall och göra min enda turistgrej i New York (Se platsen där DET hände).=äkta kravallturism. I helgen är det New Yorks anarkistiska konstfestival! Jag håller på att researcha en artikel kring lookism och misslyckandet i allmänhet som en motståndsform. Jag kör performance den 24:e april! Och 1:a maj kommer bli värsta grymma aktionsdagen!
I övrigt så följande uppdateringar:
Researching lookism related to class, race, gender, heteronormativity, ageism etc. etc. from the lens of "The Queer Art of Failure" and anti-capitalist & queer resistance as refusing/failing to live up to the whole rich, beautiful, (un)happy nuclear family-status goals of heterocapitalist society. More reflection, less knee-jerk reactions. When Britney shaved her head and refused to live up to heteronormative beauty standards she was deemed sick in the head. How can someone lower their status on purpose? Or: Why do we constantly strive to make ourselves more and more beautiful? And who decides what beauty is? And why don't we just reject the label?
Taking the IKEA-ferry into Manhattan. Yes, IKEA sponsored this message. Yes, I am actually a multinational corporation in myself. I am spending my time in New York walking up and down Wall Street in heels and pink and exploiting people - but it's ok, cuz I'm wearing PINK. And the most important feminist issues are: More women in corporate boards and more women and gays in the army - OMG the parades are gonna be so fabulous!
That was the last time I EVER went to a fucking GAYTRlARCHAL club! The fights between three vicious apolitical twinks and one vicious political femme aren't pretty. Sure, the femme (in this case me) always wins, but it takes so much energy and that energy could be used better elsewhere. They can take their fucking "biggest dick", "best ass" and "strongest abs" contests and go to hell!
"The artist's job is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote to the emptiness of existence." - Gertrude Stein in Midnight in Paris. Oh and PS 1 My muse is on so loud it is almost too much for me to handle, but I'd never complain. PS 2 New York is great but people work sooo much it is scary, everyone falls asleep on the subway cuz they're so exhausted #capitalism
I notice how much time I'm spending alone in New York and how this does not make me feel the least bit lonely. When my creative energy is on and my antenna is fully functioning all is well.
Performance idea: Making fun of bourgeois dinner parties by having them all sit on toilet seats and somebody coming in in underpants and heels and trampling on the porcelain and the food.
PS 2: För de av er som missade när jag la ut det första gången, performance i Sthlm kring femme power och sexarbetares rättigheter: