Yesterday, I participated in this show called "15 Minutes of Fem". I was the token woman of color in the line-up. The idea is that there are four women who perform solo shows. Each is 15 minutes in length. But at the end the audience votes for who they liked the most. So usually what happens is whoever brings the most people in to vote will win. I didn't win. But I felt like a winner because I had some very caring friends who came to see me so late on a Saturday night. And some cool people who I never met before came up to me and complimented me.
I am glad it is over because it is totally stressful to perform under the pressure of a competition. I realize that I am not ready yet for putting my solo work under that kind of scrutiny and judgement. I just want to create goddamnit!
I do have to say this. It was one of the first times I performed for so many white folk. Eddie Murphy had this cool skit in his SNL days called "White Like Me" where he goes into the world in White face. One of his huge revelations is that when white people are alone, they give each other things (go rent a "best of" tape and you will see what I am describing). I had a similar experience with this performance series. I made a pseudo-revelation that when white people are alone, they laugh and adore performances that most people of color don't think are funny at all, let alone understand.
But I digress...
Here is my photo journal of my past few days...
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Did you watch my boyfriend Yao Ming beat out Shaq on Friday? I was at El Torito in Beverly Hills supposedly eating a dinner with my childhood friend Kristine. (Yes, our names are similar, and when we were kids we both had the same yellow canopy bed. Coincidence!) I kept walking away from the table to watch the game at the bar. Anyway, while everyone was cheering for the Lakers, I cheered on my boyfriend to stick it to Shaq and his ignorant foul mouth using some good old fashion moves on the court. My baby doesn't need to resort to racist name-calling to prove that he can play well. Me and Yao Ming are getting married. He just doesn't know it yet.
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We drove to Montclair, Larry's birthplace and what his sister refers to as "the armpit of California". We went through Larry's storage space that he hadn't gone into since he was 12 when he first moved all his childhood things in there. He found tons of toys to sell on ebay. But most importantly, he found his Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition from 1991. Larry showed us the picture of the woman he remembered distinctly when he was a boy because her nipple showed through her swimsuit and that was a really big deal for him at that age. |
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My friend Tam came into town this weekend. She used to work as an INS screener. Thank god she doesn't do that anymore. It's harsh. I joined her and others at a dinner at Versailles on Venice Blvd. I had the salmon plate. We met at Zanzibar in Santa Monica afterwards. What a cool place, but loungey music gets me stressed out after a while. Tam's new boyfriend is cute, but can't dance as good as me. That's not a picture of Tam and her boyfriend but a picture of my friend Jen and our friend Charles. Jen is cool and works with Youth in Orange County. Charles was hot stuff when we were in college. He sold ads for Pac Ties. Now he lives in Northridge. I asked him to buy me a drink and instead of buying me a drink he said he had to leave and go back home. Lame. |
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Kristina