Lights up on a female identifying pitch person, dressed in skinny black jeans, with high heels, a tight black turtleneck and a hat adorned with pheasant feathers, carrying a whip.


You’re here.

Each and every one of you.


For what you don’t know.

You’re here

Given the privilege of looking.

You’re here

Looking at the differences

Challenging the urge to judge

To dismiss.

The otherness what isn’t you

Or is it you? 

And you just don’t wanna see it?


This moment

Our journey


The Other than what you think

Other than what you know

Other beings

Other expectations

O there. Are. Things. Yet. To. 

Be seen.

Bodies are our soul.

A landscape.

A landscape we paint. 

Do you like to paint? 

Making choices?

Physical choices?

Perceptions, or urges…

What are your urges? 

Bodies react

Between what is and what isn’t. 




Or other

Pushes us to dig deep. 

Or deep comes to the surface.

Fantasies or fact. 

Little kids love to dress up

And I love the costumes you all wore here tonight.

We put ourselves on the stage.

Dressed bodies

In staged rooms

Rooms telling a story

Each room a story…

Will we turn away?

You paid your ticket.

You want to be entertained.

So come inside our journey through story telling rooms. 

Searching for what is true.

Their truths.

Their landscape.

Their choices.

Despite how the world responds.

Don’t walk out.

Don’t turn away.

Stay and judge for yourself.

Do these creatures deserve compassion?

Do they deserve protection?

Or should they be gone from sight?

To the dark corners of the night

Come into our world for a moment.

Judge for yourself.

Bodies are our landscape.

Bodies hold our soul.

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