Programme notes and ponderings you may like to take with you.
endurance under dead weight, a score:
enter space.
undress.
prepare materials (pink and blue kt tape, scissors, sneakers).
enter chosen frame. find center.
starting with a slow bounce, increase efforts to a light jump. continue until exhaustion or failure.
catch breath.
bind tits.
re-center. dress. exit.
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PONDERINGS (04/06/24)
That’s what I’m doing. I hesitate to write too much here, as I welcome and encourage all that you see/feel/hear/taste/smell to be a welcome part of this shared experience. If you’d prefer to let your mind do the leading stop here before I taint your pure mind with my intentions. By all means continue reading, once you’ve had a chance to digest or if you prefer a guided experience.
For me, this action is first and foremost about breathing. Throughout this process, I’ve played with balloons that trap breath. I am now playing with the endurance/capacity of my breath and heartbeat. Because much deeper to my surface (my tits) are the vital functions of my chest. Without which I would not be here. Whereas I could do without tits and continue to breath. Here is where the question (“why not chop them off?”) enters for me, as there is purely no harm done to the biological functions that keep the lung breathing and the heart pumping if top surgery is pursued. The weight and tissue of the tits, alongside the experiences of gender dysphoria that accompany them, contribute to a dissociative loss of Self. From this place, I ask: so… why not?
Kars Dodds 