#HomoAmerican #MirrorsPast - NYC - 1987
There is a forward momentum to my life just now ...a compulsion that I would like to stop & examine in the cold light of day.
It was late spring by the time we prepared to shoot the location sequences for Gina Ginacide and it took all of our cunning, as this is the most public of all of our tapings and involves the most elaborate setups.
Bethesda Fountain and the grand staircase, with its enclosed vaulted tile promenade and elaborate patterned red brick terrace, in the center of Central Park is a major tourist destination with no natural boundaries, so we were there at dawn. We worked as quickly as we could to setup sound and camera as the sun rose and lit our scene. Absent of people, there is something magnificent about the architecture; it appears at once Roman, Medieval and Baroque and is beautiful as much for its imperfections as its grandeur.
I wore my 5-inch heel glitter boots with a voluminous light grey cape trimmed on the edges with silver beading and a crescent diamond clasp at the neck. It flows and billows and trains on the floor five-feet behind me and caught in the air it moves like a dream.
The cape floats behind me as I descend the grand staircase and emerge from the tile terrace onto the brick landing. I wear my long black silk dinner gloves with the fingers cut away and brandish my knife in a precise choreographed ritual, which we will weave together into one seamless and ever changing unbroken sacramental rite.
We shot at least six full takes, both close and long and then two matching shots from above looking down onto the pattered bricks and then two reverse from below up to the sculptured balustrade with the sun behind me close in sharp silhouette against the stark blue sky and white clouds.
I, Gina's first lieutenant, am harbinger of the liberator!! "She was the valiant one ...she who close to be a woman ...for the cause ...for the fight ...to prove there is strength in weakness ...to show there is cruelty in beauty!!!"
HomoAmerican - The Secret Society
Chapter: Deadly Sins
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Secret Window in a Dream
Non-FictionIf I were not born different I might have imagined it for myself in some secret longing. Perhaps in the rote activity of another life I would feel emptiness and there in my dreams I would escape. In these dreams I might slip outside the stale conf...
