(Undated card with a Journal entry from 2-10-86 in the place of the card for 4-10-96)
I’m constantly surprised by the ‘morality’ that most people seem to carry around, as if it was a piece of luggage that can be shelved or packed away, whenever it proves to be inconvenient. They are outraged that I might suggest another form of relationship. Yet almost everyone I know well enough to speak with in confidence live by some double standard within their own existence. At one moment, some public moment, they follow a bland ‘acceptable’ format. At another moment, some private moment, they lapse, as if diving into a pool, into immorality. I think I will have to just be what and who I am; monster or lover, artist or boar.
The play opens with a spot-light illuminating the peak of the center stage curtain, an announcer begins: “Ladies and Gentlemen! Let me direct your attention to high above the center ring. You are about to bear witness to one of the most death-defying feats ever attempted by aerial artists. Our aerialists have been warned by the local authorities not to perform it for you tonight. An act so dangerous that should they, miraculously, survive this attempt they face the indignity of being arrested for disregarding the safety of the social norms. Even as we wait for our artists to position themselves, you may notice the sheriff’s deputies standing near the doorways to this arena alerted to this display by some political malcontents…”
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