The Dangers of Hair
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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