According to The Secret Language of Birthdays, I am: steadfast (April 28 is the Day of Steadfastness) so determined I often manage to wear my enemies out a leader who leads by listening and empathizing passionate and I need to work on admitting when I'm wrong I found the book to be really informative. Most of what they said about me seemed true, anyway. According to Spacefem's militant feminist quiz I'm an 80% militant feminist. Yes, I do kick ass! Really! I swear! According to the Christain Cult Guys I am not merely going to hell, I am actually the devil. The music I'm listening to most right now is Beth Amsel and Ani. I just lent Maggie Reid two books: Cunt and The Technical and Manual Dictionary of Classical Ballet. That just sums it all up, doesn't it? Ok. enough about me. Here's a word from Eve Ensler: Q: What if someone wrote a show called The Penis Monolouges? A: That would be redundant, wouldn't it? We kind of live in the penis monolouges, as far as I can tell. |
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| I'm including this here because it sums up some of my ideas about the universe. It's from Angels in America by Tony Kushner. ROY: What�s it like? After? BELIZE: After � ? ROY: This misery ends. BELIZE: Hell or Heaven? (Roy stares at Belize) BELIZE: Like San Francisco. ROY: A city. Good. I was worried � it�d be a garden. I hate that shit. BELIZE: mmmm. Big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens. ROY: Isaiah. BELIZE: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths. ROY: And a dragon atop a golden horde. BELIZE: And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. (Roy laughs softly, delighted) BELIZE: And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. (Roy laughs again) BELIZE: Race, taste and history finally overcome And you ain�t there. ROY: (Happily shaking his head �no� in agreement) And Heaven? BELIZE: That was Heaven, Roy. ROY: The fuck it was. |
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