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November 16, 2006
My patient Cynthia invites me to the opening of her installation, "Whore-schach Test", at a gallery downtown. "Chelsea's not ready for my art," she says with a sniff and a literal nose-raise.

"Chelsea doesn't deem a pastel triptych of an overbearing 'Welcome Back, Kotter' character worthy of its walls?" I say. Her grimace indicates that the homonym isn't lost on her.

She explains, yet again, the significance of using menstrual "paint" in her life's work. "It's my life blood," she says, without irony.

I tell her I have to attend a breast-pumping that night and won't be able to attend.