WEST END EATS ITSELF IN GAY PC SNOWFLAKE BLOODBATH SHOCKER : Gloss

WEST END EATS ITSELF IN GAY PC SNOWFLAKE BLOODBATH SHOCKER

Trying to Land…

 

I keep circling around the question—can “success” be possible without it being achieved on the backs of others?

What are rebellious actions, now that everyone (including those who have resisted for such a long time) is being forced to rethink and “disrupt”?  

Will those who have a history of thinking outside normative ways of working be swallowed and left invisible as bigger voices and institutions “pivot” and appropriate their strategies with no consultation?

How can we be activists for those who are underrepresented, advocates for change, and continue to provoke thought when all of these actions are quickly absorbed back into a never-ending spiral of narcissism, marketing, and capitalism? 

How to get over the guilt of making or promoting your own shit when there is so much going on in the world? And how to go deeper than simply positioning your event as a fundraiser for other causes?!

I keep asking myself: are you being transgressive in a way that is contributing something new to the conversation… or are you just being an asshole?

Can we be “considerate assholes”?? Testing boundaries while simultaneously offering context and support around experiences that are potentially challenging or uncomfortable?

But what to do when all the considerations become overwhelming? And how can we reconcile with the realization that our personal ideas of freedom may be someone else’s trauma or nightmare?

Are we responsible for the fact that our decisions have real consequences and may cause harm?    

What does “safety” imply when the most important works are not “safe” experiences in the traditional sense of the word?

Can those who have the emotional capacity hold spaces where audiences and artists can be comfortable with risk, and open to the possibility of changing their minds? (This seems to be the thing folks are most scared of these days). 

Can we take more care in our invitations? Be more transparent about what is being offered, communicate why artists are being invited, and provide more clarity about the conditions while acknowledging all of the messy problematics, the feelings, and complications in the proposal?

Like peeling back the layers of an infinite onion, it’s hard to not be discouraged by the unsatisfying feeling that we are never going to get “there” —But what if we surrender to the fact that we will never arrive? That there will always be a new “there”? That it’s our job to constantly uncover every new dominance that forms and the new realizations of what is being excluded, what’s missing?

Can we be happy in this kind of work? Or is it a recipe for permanent unhappiness?

And how to support those who do not want to participate, who need to take time, who don’t want to immediately return to “normal”? 

Can we valorize this newfound sense of “not doing” as an important way of being? (and of working?)

Will all this time for reflection inspire action that will be felt both in the short and long term or will we just continue to eat our own tail?

 


“Scare Quotes Forever!!”

 


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