Costuming as a Genderqueer Artist

Working on my costume for Dracula. This is my first stab at some of my concepts.

The first company I co-created after graduating college was “All The Kings Men“. We were a drag performance group of 7 (at the time identifying) women who performed mostly male characters on stage. We played all the roles in the 15 years we were together: men, women, nonbinary characters, queer, straight, pets, objects, kids, old nursing home residents… Our troupe excelled at storytelling through dance and physical theater, while twisting and reworking the meaning of those very messages utilizing overt gender-play layered in meta realization about who was on stage.

After spending a fair amount of time performing predominantly in male drag, I started creating more female drag pieces—what we (somewhat inarticulately) refer to as “Burlesque”. I brought characters like “Rico” to my troupe, and eventually was performing on stages in collaboration with the burlesque community in the Boston area and beyond. I still performed male roles regularly, and steadily added female and high femme characters to my résumé. It’s been an interesting personal and artistic journey, reflecting on gender via character creation, in my three decades creating performances for the cabaret.

This coming April I’ll be performing in a production of “Dracula” produced by The Slaughterhouse Society. I love performing with this troupe and getting to work my art into their productions. The character I was cast as is a thing, not a whom. I’m delighted to take this assignment on, and am having fun finding the sexy-non-sexed intersection between my identity, my changed-because-of-HRT body, and the ultimate goal: to shine as the character I’m playing without apology. Celebrating my own body unapologetically is still, even after all of these years, something I stumble on.

All over the world people are executed for being gay, and are treated as property and denied basic rights and mobility because of their sex and/or gender identity. I’m an United States citizen. I’m white, college educated, and very privileged all things considered. I categorically reject the idea that some human beings are more valuable than others. It is my job as an artist and as a world citizen to share in the burden of changing these things in whatever ways I may.

The first time I remember having “gender feels” was around age 7, when I was told to put a shirt on as I gardened with my father in the mid-summer sun. He was not wearing a shirt. I remember being furious. It was unfair and I felt betrayed. Not only was I being told to do something I did not want to do, I was being told to do so by a man hypocritically enjoying the privilege of his station. I didn’t understand sex and gender double standards at that age, but I very clearly felt them from that moment on. This is my first concrete memory of being told I was a second class citizen.

I am a human being. I am not an “ess”. I am not “Mr(‘)s”. I’m no more or less physically threatening wearing a shirt or not than my breastless or “male nippled” friends. I reject every law putting a restriction on my body due to the “F” on my birth certificate, not because I don’t love being a woman and celebrating my female body, but because that “F” stands for “(F)ailure to live a life without appealing to (M)ales. The male gaze, the male boss, the fallout from male fraternization, the male authorities… Understandably it’s been a long (still unwinding) journey learning to love the (F)em within me. I am as masculine as they come when it comes to shoveling snow, fixing my van, washing dishes, sewing costumes, or any other non-sexed task requiring a keen mind, some heart, and a reasonable amount of physical exertion. I am as feminine and as androgynous as well, tripping through my daily chores and interacting with people meaningfully.

I came out to myself as non-binary trans a few years ago. Since that time I’ve started taking HRT, enjoying the results of testosterone shots weekly. My body has changed in certain ways, and in some ways it remains the same. I’ve been refiguring my understanding of how I read on stage, whether I’m playing a male, female, masculine, femme, or character representing somewhere in between. It’s been a mental and emotional battle to perform some of the older pieces of mine, especially ones which require me to embody high femininity. I haven’t settled my feelings on that side of things yet. I want to rework costumes and look anew at how I say what I’m saying. I feel more and more clearly that my years of “playing” masculine characters was a way to actively “be” myself more wholly—a release valve for the tension of being read and treated predominantly as a woman-female-femme-person-thing in ways which have never resonated comfortably for me.

When I catch myself in the mirror as I walk around naked in the morning, or as I dress for the day, I see a collision of soft curves, and female body parts. I see facial hair, increased body hair, and a more (than before) masculine thickness to my body. I love this view and I think it’s sexy. I want to frame the both and the all and be seen like this publicly. I want to see this character represented on the stage. How does one get cast as a non-gendered creature possessing clashing and bemusing qualities of femininity, masculinity, and androgynousness on stage—and strike that discord effectively and/or pleasantly?

The obvious answer is that I just show up and do it. Be. I am myself, and genderqueer is a part of my public face and simple reality. Whoever I’m cast to be will be these things too, unless I change my appearance to read more binary. I’m excited to be more aesthetically myself on stage these days, and to work less at physically transmuting into something archetypically gendered and other. “Showing up” is the first lesson I teach my performance and creativity students. I feel it’s time that as I show up for myself in my personal life by embracing my fluid identity, I also show up for my audience and the stage in these ways too. Visibility.

It’s hard. Very scary. I’m learning anew about how I might or might not be accepted and appreciated by my audience these days. There have definitely been growing pains—but I’m growing. I’m excited to take Dracula by the fang, and show up for the role I’m creating and playing as I want to be seen. I will always want to play all the things, just as I have always wanted to be all of the things, brilliantly.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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The Dangers of Hair

The Dangers of Hair

I whipped up this photo in response to the banning of the painting “Portrait of Ms Ruby May, Standing” by Leena McCall. These days, thanks to Testosterone, I am happily even harrier.

by Creature Karin Webb

Hirsute.
Nape of neck
Top of head,
Armpit, crotch, lips,
Ears, feet, crack.
Perfume locked tresses
Scent-ers emanating out and around
Attracting animals.
Primal hedonistic invitation.
Soft breasts and back,
Treasure trail, chin, and jowl,
Arms, ass, legs,
Backs of hands,
Bits.
The dangers of a mammal
Are in its ability to communicate
So stealthily.
Pores leaking nonverbal come-hitherance
And “no tresspass”
Seeping up the stalks of mane
Expanded by heat, trailing sweat.
Other bodies warm in response.
Filling this room
Full of oils
Personal dirt and
Putrid-sexy stench.

I couldn’t sleep the other night and so wrote an art piece for performance. It’s meant to live in a gallery for a stretch of time.

I imagine a field of razors, scissors, and clippers covering the floor throughout. All shapes and sizes of haircutting implements blanket the room. Perhaps there is a pond of Nair in one corner, boasting waxy shores and electrolysis tools piled high on threading discard sands.

It is a familiar wasteland. One imagined from the piles of waste garnered from decades of upkeep, with an undercurrent note reeking of shame.

At the room’s entrance stands a soap and hand sink station. One by one (or small group by group), people are invited to enter. Winding through this sharp and dangerous setting is a path. The path leads to a tent I sit in. I am unshaven and soft. Nude. Available to pet, explore, and caress. One may look at my body covered with hair, even stare, should they like. Both masculine and feminine are the current patterns of my design. My audience may speak, question, command that I show my nooks and crannies. They may ask to breathe in my clean, natural fragrances should they wish. Witness.

I hold court loving my natural body—struggle as it often is to do so. I’ve fought a lifetime to hold onto this rite|right to the hair which I grow daily. Free to display my mammalian self uncensored, I look forward to sharing. Radical naturalist reality.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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#1 Socially Accepted Fetish: Objectification

“Don’t let my tits stop you from calling me “Sir”

For the purpose of this writing I am using the word “fetish” somewhat interchangeably with the word “kink”, and as a general concept rather than a medical diagnosis. “Fetish” and “kink” have separate meanings, though they are often conflated, and the degree to which something is considered a kink or fetish is personal and arguable outside of psychological evaluation. A fetish is understood to be something (often an object, objectified body part, or action) which needs to be present for someone to obtain sexual arousal and/or release. Example: a foot fetishist may not be able to orgasm or become sexually turned on without seeing, touching, or fantasizing about a person’s foot. People develop sexual fetishes for a wide variety of reasons at different points in their life, and someone with a “true” clinically diagnosed fetish is not what is generally meant when people use the word. The term fetish is frequently used to indicate a strongly enjoyed kink. The word fetish is also used to indicate kinks which reside specifically within the world of objectification: latex, shoes, nylons, feet, sissification, trans people’s bodies, women’s bodies, dick size, etc. When focus is placed on what a person is wearing, how they present, are physically formed, or something other than the integrated person themselves as reason for sexual interest, the word fetish is appropriate. Example: a person who doesn’t care what you look like as long as you’re wearing latex—that person will find you attractive because they have a latex “fetish”. A kink is a sexual taste which is considered out of the ordinary. How common or uncommon a kink actually is varies wildly. People frequently disagree about where a certain activity resides on a spectrum of vanilla to kinky. Example: spanking. Some people consider spanking to be a normal part of sexual activity and so vanilla by nature, others consider it to be kinky and not a behavior to be defined within the boundaries of an “ordinary vanilla” sexual connection.

Control of other people’s bodies is a kink which has reached fetishistic proportions in our society. Our culture’s widespread practice of objectification is a primary reason for this, which is made even more complex within a social structure where gendered privilege and unchecked entitlement runs rampant. Most people don’t consider themselves to be objectifiers, however, related behaviors and ways of thinking are so part and parcel of how we’re raised and what coping mechanisms we learn at an early age, I posit that almost everyone wrestles with these values (or is confronted with them) at some point in their life. In a capitalistic society we are held to the standards of ad campaigns and salability everywhere we look, it’s pervasive and insidious. It’s almost unavoidable not to hold our friends and family, celebrities, public figures, and even the strangers we interact with to these same standards and expectations. The alternative to reactionary objectification is practicing acceptance, curiosity, and enjoyment of a diversity of personal presentations, rather than jumping to judgement based on appearance.

It isn’t bad or evil to objectify, but it is important to gain consent when it will effect the person targeted. A “trendy” form of objectification these days is the obsession with knowing what’s contained in other people’s shorts. In conversations about sex, gender, orientation, identity, even lawmaking, and filing paperwork, an entitlement around knowing someone’s phenotypic sex characteristics outshines discussion of their character, skills, intellect, behaviors, or energetic capabilities.

That’s some pretty bullish stuff… why is it this way? I think a large part of what makes our society so concerned—even fanatic about other people’s private bodies—is in order to control their own personal branding, which is frequently expressed as an unyielding claim to a limited or stringent idea of sexual orientation. In short, we are obsessed with other people’s appearances in order to maintain the image (or belief) that we ourselves are of one sexual orientation or another. It’s commonly accepted that people lean on others to “keep up appearances” in order to telegraph a comfortable public image of themselves, based upon whom they associate with.

I was teaching a workshop about gender and sexuality recently, and in class a question was raised about how to appropriately ask after a person’s genitalia while cruising. How does one find a partner with the genitalia they are attracted to, prefer, or are interested in playing with if it’s rude to ask someone about their phenotypic sex traits? In the recent past, with the binary more firmly in place, one simply made assumptions about who they were bringing home and what the sex might be like. They were either pleased, proven wrong, or exposed to a whole new experience by the end of the evening. Nothing has really changed. If someone makes you laugh when you chat on the dance floor and you like their moves, you will still be surprised when they remove their garments and reveal the size, color, shape, stiffness, or coiffure of what they’ve got going on under all those layers. One will, of course, be even further surprised at discovery of the depth, sensitivity, solidity, strength, technique, longevity, sensual interests, texture, chemistry, scent, and experience of that individual as seduction and actual play come to pass… Nothing is certain until you’ve tasted the damn fruit.

If you’re hooking up with a relative stranger, chances are you aren’t solidly wed to complete control of what happens, with whom, or how it goes down. That’s a much surer bet within a longterm relationship. In hook-up situations people are looking to satisfy an urge in combination with the projection of a fantasy. If one is driven to connect with someone they don’t know, and with little time for interview, chances are they’re actually looking to get off however they can get it, not satisfy a deep connection with someone they respect as separate and equal. Whatever that hook up is like, chances are it’s also not going to be wholly articulated by one person’s fantasy. If that was the goal, they would have taken the time to find someone to service them properly within the boundaries of their specific desires.

When one engages in longer term or friend-first sexual connections, they certainly don’t fall in love/lust/sexual intrigue based on what their partner’s junk looks like either. Many people fall in love with their partner’s perfect groin because of how it makes them feel, because it’s connected to the person they love, and sometimes also because of how it looks. When one takes the time to get to know a person before negotiating sexual intimacy, there’s usually an emotional and/or mental connection cultivated which cannot be ignored when discussing the reasons for sex. This too is far from fetishistic.

In our current age of emergent nonbinary acceptance, visibility, and public acknowledgement, in order for people to defend an unwavering sexual identity, focus on phenotypic sex traits inappropriately comes to the forefront of conversation and highlights this social anxiety. For example: if someone notices me, decides they’re attracted to me, and jumps to correspondent fantasies about what it might be like to have sex with me, that’s all very well and normal. It’s also on them and not my responsibility. That person’s fantasy has nothing to do with the actual living, breathing, autonomous me. Their assumption, i.e. wish, that I might enjoy a particular activity, or that the body under my clothes appears a certain way, or that I might respond favorably to a particular type of stimulus, is their fantasy and it has nothing to do with my actual physical, emotional, and psychological interests or lived reality. We do not generally fall for people because of the size, color, type, hairiness, or functionality of their genitalia. If one does fall for someone’s specific size, color, type, hairiness, or genital functionality, it’s very simply defined as: their fetish. It’s the responsibility of anyone harboring a fetish to negotiate their desires honestly in order to fulfill them appropriately and respectfully. It’s definitely not the object of their desire’s responsibility to fulfill those fantasies or fetishistic expectations.

While we live in a highly fetishistic society, that’s in no way an excuse to pursue controlling someone else’s body outside of their willingness to be so. If a person needs their partner to present their body in a specific way in order to enjoy intimacy, it’s their responsibility to negotiate the scenario they wish to engage in, or let it go, or move on to someone willing to play those particular games. For example: if your kink is shaved genitals, good for you. I do not shave my genitals. It’s also none of your business if I shave my genitals unless I want to share that information with you. I am probably not going to shave for you, as it’s my right to tend to my body exactly as I please, and shaving does not please me—quite the opposite. Your kink/preference/fetish doesn’t overshadow my right to keep my autonomous unshaved body as I prefer it to be. Your desire to fulfill your fantasy with me also doesn’t give you the right to demand me to reveal private information about my body. If you cannot get over this particular desire then we’ll probably not interact sexually. No big deal. If you happen to fetishize something I’m also into, we’ll probably have a lot of fun with that thing as long as you don’t objectify me about it. If you want to objectify me, that’s a separate fetish and negotiation, and I’ll probably require aftercare if I decide to engage you in that way because one of my deepest kinks and emotional needs is connection.

Back to my student’s initial question: I answered, “Taking personal responsibility for one’s desires is key to success”. Saying something to the effect of, “I’m really horny and came out tonight looking for X—is that something you’re interested in or might want to help me out with?”, is a far cry from, “do you have a pussy or a dick?”. The first sentence takes responsibility for and names a specific personal desire, and then asks if there’s mutual interest in further conversation about it. It allows the person being asked to respond in a number of ways based on what they’re comfortable revealing. That person might simply say, “No thanks”, or they might mention they can’t physically fulfill the desire expressed, or maybe they’ll check in about toy use or alternative hole penetration in lieu of specific biological requests, or maybe they’ll even reveal their own desires so the discussion can build into something more mutually agreeable… the options are limitless. The second question indicates an entitlement to knowledge about someone else’s private body. It also implies an assumption that if the person answers “correctly”, that there’s an interest in engagement, and so puts a responsibility of rejection and/or clarification on the person being asked. Further, it assumes that having a particular physical trait equals a desire to engage that physicality in a specific way during sexual congress. None of these assumptions or implications respect another person’s values, skills, availabilities, psychology, history, potential traumas, or interests.

Fetishes can be wonderful, and my argument is not to draw the conclusion that one should do away with such things—even objectification. What I think we need to get better at is practicing communication about and gaining consent for our fetishistic desires, rather than bullying people by way of shame, negging, abuse, neglect, unasked for behavior modifications, games, and guilt trips in order to repress them, convince them to conform, or otherwise control their actions and bodies outside of their personal values and interests. If you’re completely disinterested in becoming involved with a person who has a particular style of genitalia, it’s your responsibility to be honest and upfront about that before unduly wasting the time and energy of the person you’ve approached. It’s never the job of those you flirt with to preemptively let you know anything about their bodies, as if their bodies might be potentially “wrong”, or as if their bodies exist primarily to be pleasing to you. When we can better navigate our own fetishistic interests, we may even find ourselves more excited about and equipped to satisfy other people’s interests as well.

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Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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