‘That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighbourhood - I’ve got news for you: SHE IS!’
My proudest moment was when Kat Bjelland walked up to me in a bar and said she liked my dress and gave me a backstage pass! :discodance:
She’s reading from ‘Dirty Weekend’ by Helen Zahavi, which is coolio revenge fantasy thing. It was a nineties thing, and bits often read out at these kind of gigs. Bella, the main character is threatened and stalked by this nutter and she just snaps and then over the course of a weekend, she brutally murders every man who says or does anything she doesn’t like. On Monday, she gets up and goes back to her typing job, cleansed.
Queercore! ‘Don’t need your atti-fucking-tude, boy. Don’t need your protection, don’t need your dick to fuck.’
Not everyone’s cup of tea, but SO life affirming and fab if you were a teenaged girl at that time. There doesn’t seem to be that kind of ethic /aesthetic, nowadays, which is a shame.
My teen faves!