Fluidity from Polarization

Recently I walked into a room of beautiful naked people who hadn’t seen me in a few months. Immediately I tore off my clothes, jumped on top of the pile, and while hugging all the bodies I could reach to squeeze, I asked what they were watching on TV…

One person remarked “you look really great, kind of different, what have you been up to?”, and I replied, “I started taking Testosterone!”. This particular foursome didn’t know I had been considering hormone replacement therapy, and they hadn’t seen me since my first shot. They do though (obviously), each know me at least semi intimately, and immediately smiles popped up all around with remarks like “it’s doing you good”, “I didn’t know you were going to do that, but it suits you”, and finally a room wide round of smiles and head nods as one person simply paused, then looked at me and said:

“Well it sounds weird to say, but you look more like yourself than I’ve ever seen you look before.”

What a blessing to have people in every port of my life not bat an eye when I let them know what’s up with my current explorations of self. What a gift of reflection back to me about following my heart and abandoning layers of anxiety. Thank you, Intimates, for celebrating the me outside of you — the one you watch pass through and do not need to define for yourselves to love. It is a gift to belong to you on my terms, and to have you joyfully and knowingly smile when I’ve decimated a box you’ve observed me keep myself within over time.

I also have to thank my little siblings, masters of the generation Millennial, who watched some of us Xers flounder and dissatisfying cluck and balk at the binary, the roles we were supposed to champion, but felt some level of unease around. That discomfort, our in-between-nesses and dissatisfied bitching, you read as a problem to be solved, a theory to work out anew, an upgrade to spitball wildly and freely about during redesign. Today I can more clearly understand my particular discomforts and the pain I felt coming out 20 years ago. There’s new language to articulate that instinctual angst: I have never been the “either” or the “or”, I have always been the “yeses” in between.

Thank you, flitting fluid little siblings, for helping me find comfort in my identity/body/impulse/home — I thought my place might forever be burdened with the sounds of argument and debate about where I was supposed to fit, which side I should relinquish to and take on with hardened pride. You emptied boxes of colorful dress-up clothes and glitter-bomb flash mobs on my floor, you thrust pretty flowered beards, impossibly androgynous crossdressing (if it’s even possible anymore) runway models, and hormone cocktails prescribed without “the script” at my generation’s rebellious “guyliner” beginnings. How beautiful was that day.

I remember you years before, your worry that you weren’t “trans enough” or “queer enough” to belong. In Jr. High and High School you and your friends showed up dressed to the nines made up like little miniature rockstars flocking to my gender bending performance troupe’s “Drag King 101” and “Gender, Orientation, and Identity Round Table Discussion” classes — it’s been a decade at least already. I was shocked way back then. I remembered how threatening and dangerous it was to be perceived as gay or lesbian at all when I had been your age, and there hadn’t even been a LGBT alliance in my school… You and your friends have ushered in an age which pledges allegiance to each queer’s inner flag, and we each, every one, find ourselves more deeply because of it.

Thank you for letting me teach you to tie your first tie — as “Drag King Papa Webb” it was an honor to initiate you into a realm of Queerdom. Thank you for repainting our clubhouse and blowing out a couple walls in the process. We needed fresh air, new inspirations, and a reinjection of Pride which invites a world of Wonderers, not only the recognizable queer archetype conformists inside.

Fluidity from polarization. The water we drink now, instead of the bread that we break. We can try on the clothes of any characters we’d like to play, and change as many times as we want in a day. Sure, we keep some favorite ensembles around, knowing they don’t have to match anything else in the closet also squirreled away… It feels fantastic celebrating the knowledge that what we do and do not wear on our bodies is but the expression of a moment. Art, revelry, and adjustment belong to each of us, dynamically, in our own time.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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D is for DRAG

…  So channel your inner other.  This week I’m short on time, so I’ve posted photos of various drag characters I’ve created over the years.  I’ve been a professional Drag King for twelve years with my troupe All The Kings Men, and I’ve taught classes for a long time as well.  My point of view on performing drag is that of “putting on the mask”.  Drag performance requires taking cultural caricatures and exploiting/exploring dissonance between recognizable cultural concepts and realistic human behavior.  It is also sexy, a whole lot of fun, and a great way to explore persona, sexuality, orientation, playfulness, role play, taboo, and a lot of other subjects both intellectual and emotional.  Grab a mustache and some heels and enjoy!

Karin Bodyshot RC 2 copy

Karin Webb as “Casey Shoots”

"Amanda" photo by Audrey Hotchkiss

Karin Webb as “Amanda” photo by Audrey Hotchkiss

"Lindsey Quartermain" photo by Caleb Cole

Karin Webb as “Lindsey Quartermain: Male Model” photo by Caleb Cole

"Rico"

Karin Webb as “Rico”

"Betsy"

Karin Webb as “Betsy”

"Helena Fuerstein" (old lady drag)

Karin Webb as “Helena Fuerstein”

Photo by Jonathan Beckley

Karin Webb shaving, photo by Jonathan Beckley

"Mosy Dupont" photo by Justin Moore

Karin webb as “Mosy Dupont” photo by Justin Moore

Your loving blooger in drag

Karin Webb as “The Prom Guy”

Karin Webb as "The Butler/Hamlet"

Karin Webb as “The Butler/Hamlet”

"Super Grandpa" photo by Audrey Hotchkiss

Karin Webb as “Super Grandpa” photo by Audrey Hotchkiss

"Mattie"

Karin Webb as “Mattie”

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

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Mustache and a Dance

Photo by Jonathan Beckley

Photo by Jonathan Beckley

Last night was my last show with my troupe All The Kings Men (ATKM) for what might be a very very long time…  we’ll see.  It was a solid show, we’ve been together for 12 years now.  That’s a lot of performance art with a small group of brilliant people under my belt.  It’s been the longest relationship I’ve been in aside from family.

We started out as a drag troupe, and drag is technically a large part of what we do, but really I’d say we’re a troupe that plays with pop culture and status quo ideas of gender, sexuality, and lifestyle, and who mixes a strong dose of satire and truth into the concoction.  A lot of our work peers under the covers of a character to let the audience get a better idea of what “really” turns them on…  We play men, women, super heros, animals, kids, townies, clowns…  you name it, but we play these characters with a lot of heart and a lot of intention.

I take this troupe for granted.  I forget how the ideas we’re playing with are dangerous and shocking to some people.  I forget that a portion of our audience is hungry for our work because they are hungry for acceptance in their own lives too.  We’ll make you laugh at how simple and stupid life can be, we’ll make you question what you thought about “that type of guy”, we’ll remind you what it was like to be in love for the first time, we’ll break your heart, and we’ll turn you on.

Live theater is raw power and sometimes I forget that the room full of people who gather want to be entertained by my sweat.  I belong to my audience: every inch of my body, every vision in my imagination, every muscle triggered in the storytelling, every emotion rolling across my face.  Pure and simple, this work is service.  I do it for my audience, I do it for my sanity, I do it because I have to; even in topping a room full of viewers, I submit.

To Breath and Being,
~ Karin

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