Bijgaand treft u de foto's van mijn dadaïstische uitspatting, inclusief banaan, opblaaspop en Queer Theory tekst. Ikzelf had mijzelf in nerdy lerarenoutfit gehesen en droeg teksten voor zoals deze:
"You know, for every dollar a man makes, a woman makes 63 cents. Now, fifty years ago that was 62 cents. So, with that kind of luck, it'll be the year 3,888 before women make one buck."
En deze:
"Ladies and gentlemen, and others...: what you are observing here are magnified examples or facsimiles of human sperm.
Generation after generation of these tiny creatures have sacrificed themselves in their persistent, often futile, attempt to transport the basic male genetic code. But where is this information coming from? They have no eyes. No ears.
Yet some of them already know that they will be bald.
Over half of them will end up as women.
Four hundred million living creatures, all knowing precisely the same thing - carbon copies of each other in a Kamikaze race against the clock.
Some of you may be surprised to learn that if a sperm were the size of a salmon it would be swimming its seven-inch journey at 500 miles per hour.
If a sperm were the size of a whale, however, it would be traveling at 15,000 miles per hour, or Mach 20. Now imagine, if you will, four hundred million blind and desperate sperm whales departing from the Pacific coast of North America swimming at 15,000 mph and arriving in Japanese coastal waters in just under 45 minutes.
How would they be received?..."
Aan het eind van mijn 'lezing' trok ik de opblaas-leerlinge een superheldenmaskertje aan en een kleine cape en liet haar door het luchtruim vliegen. Ik vraag me af of het publiek begreep dat ik hiermee de geseksualiseerde blonde vrouw tot superheldin wilde verheffen.
Hm... Ik denk het niet.
Maar we geven niet op.
"Have a good time" by The Brand New Heavies
