DESIRE, ladies and gentlemen.
since it’s my birthday month, I’m gonna talk about what I want. today I’m talking objects. But stay tuned for mystical and title-based desires.
I take desire requests. topically.
1. a used bicyle. and a bike lock.
I’ve been riding double as bitch on a one-man bike for a couple months, and as much as I feel like I’ve scored a free ticket to Six Flags when pot holes bounce my crotch on Flushing Avenue, I do enjoy my own set of pedals and some leverage.
In April, I sat down for a little coffee and a little work with Jess and Emily. Two laptops. Three totally-worth-it four dollar hot espresso drinks. one table.
a paper cup. the back of my wrist. an impact. an explosion. a devastated mother board.
and so ended my four year relationship with my macbook pro. and so thrust to the fore my romance with the spiral notebook. but you can’t fit a garage band into a spiral notebook the way you can an aluminum notebook.
thus, a birthday wish was born. and that toothless mug is the father.
A couple weeks ago, I was at a tantric sex workshop in an office building in Grammercy. Barbara Carrellas was coaching me and twenty nine other folks through a “breathgasm.” So as you can imagine, everybody in the room was differently placed on a matrix of screaming, crying, laughing, feeling frigid and getting premature rigamortis of the hands. We took a lunch break afterward and this text from Murphy appeared on my phone (shown). A two year long fantasy-come-true. A studio space of my own. I feel like a Woolf. And I’ll tell you why–all that breathgasmic howling.
So now I have a studio to work from. and i’m really excited about separating home and work. I honestly don’t know who would be church and who would be state in that relationship. but. I pledge allegiance to the fact that I need a place to hang and arrange costumes in a compositional sort of way.