I’s Experience (Participant) [they/them]
wait paiseh what is the prompt I’m supposed to be responding to?
I give you this-
think too much also cannot. “accurate” is a weird ask. I can’t say that’s what I’m gunning for here. this is more an attempt at sitting and holding still than it is an attempt at perfecting the choreograp-
aiyo I’m a performer by training. and text is not my thing. see, so vague already. but I also want to offer you something, you know? hard sia.
this process is the product. the showcase isn’t the product. it kind of chafes my asscheeks if/ that you’re watching this.
but shite I am happy to be here. this is at least step #289 in a more than three-year long journey. so hell yes thanks for coming. I am not here by mistake. it’s nice that you came by.
here is an excerpt from the programme’s actual product:
there is you, baking a cake. it is enough.
there is you, baking a cake and then sharing it with neighbours. it is also enough, but it is both more than, and also less than ^. why can’t you bake without sharing? why bake if you aren’t going to share?
but-
sometimes work must not be shared.
sometimes work cannot not be shared.
too many times before I’ve shared, been coerced into granting consent I did not understand, been violated.
cakes not ready, not baked, were eaten.
so the question that needs to be answered here, for me, is this-
what do I do with this cake?
this one is to be shared.
and we’re okay, ready.
too many times before. too many times. so no. know it.
and also? now, in step #290? yes.
let’s see where we go.
hard left: credit for the text I perform later (I’m the baldie with the pretty eyes) goes to Heather. I’m extremely grateful for her words and for her permission to perform those words so freely. (editor-thanks to Cheri.) if you’re reading this pre-it, don’t spoil it for yourself, please? here’s full-it.
