Four scenes in a harsh life. To open the show, I break out of the modern, primitive mystique by playing a factory worker in a baseball cap, having a drink at a strip club. Enter the fabulous black drag queen Divinity Fudge in a custom-made bikini, a balloon dress, a black and blonde beehive, and red spandex gloves, her feet struggling in a new pair of high heels, bump and grind. As Steakhouse M. Blanker, I pop all the balloons and put the cigar out on Divinity's butt (she asked me to before the show), I smooch her on the legs (and elsewhere), and then throw her to the ground. Julie and Pigpen then come out and strip Divinity down to a man. They strap him in the cutting chair of a human printing press.. . .
I started performing with my first boyfriend, Ross Williams of the Goth band, Christian Death, in 1981. He was 16 and I was 18. We performed as Premature Ejaculation—that was the name of our repertory company. We wrote and performed and recorded noise. I took to it, but it was so physically destructive that I couldn't keep going—I was smashing myself too deeply, crawling through filthy, broken glass, ingesting decomposed cats. We performed a few times and wrote a lot together. Maybe that was enough.
