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Make believe

So many people trying, wanting to believe in something, or waiting until, or dying to, or killing in the name of…

Good thing I’m a fairy, I can simply make believe.

YMCA, originally uploaded by itsakirby.

Pink Kirby

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Thanks Michael.

& Gabbana

& gabbana, originally uploaded by 212-INDISPONIBILE.

I am only a child.

I am lonely, Neal, alone, and always I am frightened. I need someone to love me and  kiss me and sleep with me; I am only a child and have the mind of a child. I have been miserable without you because I had depended on you to take care of me for love of me, and now that you have altogether rejected me, what can I do, what can I do?

ALLEN GINSBERG in a letter to Neal Cassady, November 1947. The Letters of Allen Ginsberg, edited by Bill Morgan ; Da Capo Press, 2008.

Love Letter – Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Palace Theatre, Melbourne 2009

Allen Ginsberg em foto de William S. Burroughs, N.Y., Outono de 1953

The swing set

 

To get there

is to be

here.

 

We can only move from here.

We cannot move from there.

 

How do we know

there is better

than here

when we are

neither

here nor

there?

 

There is no place like home. 

 

JEFF KIRBY

Summer Brings a Wave of Homeless Families

Outcasts in your own country

The swing set, originally uploaded by IrenaS.

“Home” by Low from Secret Name

3 things

 

To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go. 

 

MARY OLIVER, from “In Blackwater Woods“ from American Primitive

Towel Hag

 

Everybody has a story about the lowest point in their life; the time when they hit rock bottom.  My stint as a towel hag was the unequivocal nadir of my life.  I have never experienced such despair, nor do I hope to ever again.   Of course, my decision to work in the baths didn’t happen in a vacuum.  A horribly dysfunctional relationship helped to cloud my judgment.  Depression can make you do some crazy shit.

 The Barracks was known as “Toronto’s Leather and Denim Bathhouse”.  It occupied 26 Widmer Street from 1974 to 2005.  I worked there in the late 1990’s as a towel hag (or bathhouse attendant to the uninitiated).  I used to tell people I did it for the glamour.  12 hour shifts in a smoky, windowless hole, up to my armpits in spunk-splattered sheets and drunken louts.  Very glam.

 The endless shifts, the mind-numbing repetitiveness of the work and the abject squalor of the place were unbearable.  I spent much of my time at the Barracks in a small room we called “the cage”.  It was a cramped space surrounded by black wooden bars and offered absolutely no privacy.  It was the perfect manifestation of how I felt trapped in my life.  Caged.

 I turned to cutting out paper dolls…

 

PHILIP HARE, from his Artist Statement for his new installation work, Towel Hag: Scenes from a Bathhouse, now through July 30 at Off the Map Gallery, 712 Lansdowne Avenue, The Back Building.

Artist: Philip Hare

Summmmmr

pecs (2), originally uploaded by Cocky4Sure.

Sacrifice