What are words worth? Less than dog shit, man! Face it, if endless legislation really worked, how come Auschwitz, Vietmam and 9/11 happened?
So take PC, so-called political correctness, the most impotent slice of pseudo-appeasement ever spawned; what, exactly, has this neo-Orwellian, thought-crime done, except breed brooding, hidden hatred?
See, the human race pats itself far too much on the back, man – deep down, we’re still the opposing, paranoid ape tribes of the movie 2001, and just scratch the surface, and Joe Average still goes psycho!
And that, my dears, is the theme of Gender Genocide – kicking a platform stiletto in the face of PC prissiness and having the guts to expose human sexuality and gender, warts and all! But don’t get your right-on knickers in a twist- this is positive empowerment, overcoming clichés by lancing the pus-filled, PC boil that thinks being a label beats being human! Just as racism still exists behind euphemisms, all the cosy jargon in the world can’t kill prejudice!
So what’s Gender Genocide’s (attempted) cure? A frr-form, multi-media, hyperdelic, San Francisco Sly And The Family Stone revue trip! Vivienne Westwood muse Sara Stockbridge and ex-Zodiac Mindwarp partner Cobalt Stargazer tear up the music part, with killer blues king Charles Shaar Murray and transgression vamp poet and playwright Anna Chen and diva dominatrix Gina Davis, fresh from Maryland, plus sultry Parisienne chanteuse Anne Pigalle.
There’s also 6-foot-6 punk rock showgirl Lucy Luskini, acclaimed omnisexual poet and author Jeremy Reed and the Ginger Light, and Madam Sasha Selavie herself, in full manic, pre-op TS MC mode!
See me, I’m pig-sick of mincing acronym wars, whether they’re radfem, tradfem, us ‘n’them fems or sparkling gem-fem trannies! Screw objectification putdowns; if I wanna flaunt what hormone science and desire made me, that’s MY business, man, not some neo-Nazi trannies policing gender discourse! Ever get the feeling you get cheated out of being yourself?
Look, when you ain’t got nothin’, you ain’t got nothin’ to lose, and the only revolution that matters is in the HEAD, man, not the ghosts of the impotent dead!
• Royal Vauxhall Tavern – Thursday 28th June. Door 8pm. Show 8.30pm.
