I found myself at Mission Street in San Francisco with my man, handsome in his black coat and hat. It’s a costume ball after all. Where is the Badlands Mission Gallery? Could have missed it, if it weren’t for the clown at the door. Immediately, stairs led up to a video projection of a dancing indian. I find comfort in two dimensions. The music was really loud, and I was a little nervous about being in such close proximity with people. A yenta with feathers in her hair snatched my man and married him off to a cute biker girl in leather. Throughout the course of the evening, I got married, watched weird characters moving to the beats of “live rocktronic opera music”, won a prize for the fetish fashion show, and got smeared with a slab of meat down the front of my black vinyl dress by an irreverent indian. My prize for the evening, though, was meeting Guillermo Gomez-Pena.
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“Wedding” Photos
John Fox and me
