Haunted by Medusa

“Medusa Casting Mischiefs”. Drawn by Creature Karin Webb

The following scripted performance was written collaboratively by Samantha Bryan and Creature Karin Webb. Is is meant to bring the story of Medusa into the light contemporarily. We both feel connected to her story, and it was important to us to create art in tribute of her, especially concerning today’s conversations referencing #MeToo.

About Medusa: Medusa was, in her early years, a ravishingly beautiful Temple Priestess for the goddess Athena. Medusa (there are varied interpretations about the level of consent involved) was raped by Poseidon, and so banished by Athena from service. Athena also punished Medusa by making her ugly, turning her hair into snakes, and cursing her so that anyone who looked upon her face would turn to stone. Time passed for Medusa in this form. Eventually Perseus came along. He beheaded Medusa, taking her head with him to use as a weapon. When he finished with this use of her head, he eventually gave it to Athena so that she could mount the head upon her shield. When Perseus beheads Medusa, from her neck is birthed the winged Pegasus and Chrysaor, a giant.

Our performance was a meditation on a combination of factors from Medusa’s story and from our own experiences. It was as much about how one’s reputation (fairly or not fairly evolved) pervasively informs how society treats one. It’s also about the way we evolve as individuals because of the things which have been done to us. Though Medusa dies she is not forgotten, her story lives on in many millions of women and other people marked by sexual violence, self-freed sexualities, and those who wrestle with the brutality of shame. This performance points to our innate connection with one another, and our potential to treat each other with regard or without. It asks how we might come to one another’s aid, empathize with each other, and care for those who are marked as “fallen”. Samantha and my performance pays respect to Medusa’s spirit, one which invoked much inspiration during our time at this past month’s artist retreat for The Scarlet Tongue Project.

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Haunted by Medusa
By Creature Karin Webb and Samantha Bryan

Written for performance in la Ciudad de México, as part of The Scarlet Tongue Project/La Lengua Roja
Performed September, 6, 2018 at Pulqueria los Insurgentes

Medusa (played by Creature Karin Webb) takes her place on a ledge above the crowd and haunts the performance space this night. Like a gargoyle she inhabits her corner of the club. Connecting with audience members silently, she encourages individuals to draw close, taking a moment with each one who dares come forward. She is a ghost of her former self, temple Priestess to Athena. Medusa now haunts this room, connecting with whomever is capable of looking back and offering themselves vulnerably to her. Dark, older, unclean, she has bright eyes and offers her gaze for reflection back to the audience members willing to approach. Each connection is a world unto itself.

A bowl filled with rose petals, each marked with the artist’s blood is by her side. They are gifts, playthings, to smell, and used as offering. Medusa, deflowered long ago, was cast from society. Today from her perch she watches, casting mischiefs to the crowd below. Rose petals rain from above during this connection, or forehead to forehead she offers her silent touch during that one…

At last an actor approaches, and Medusa hands this player a piece of chalk. The performer draws a circle in the center of the room. A third performer, the Scarlet Woman (played by Samantha Bryan), enters and dances her story within the circle. At the end of her dance, she removes her large wig and veil, gestures towards where Medusa watches, and she sets it on the floor. The Scarlet Woman, as in Death, lays down to final rest.

Medusa approaches the circle to care for this woman’s body. She brings a wash basin of warm water, a cloth, and sheet with her into the circle. Medusa respectfully removes the Scarlet Woman’s clothes and washes her, preparing her body for the earth, and covering the body with the sheet last. Medusa sits a moment in witness over the covered body, and then proceeds to walk to the edge of the circle. Medusa slowly follows its path. As she walks her body becomes older and more bent over. Slower, ever closer to the ground, she continues on, crawling the last segment of the circle until she is left crumpled and unmoving on the floor. As Medusa makes this final walk, losing her power, the woman’s body animates from underneath the cloth, beginning to rise. As Medusa becomes motionless, the woman has lifted herself to sitting, sheet cascading away from her body. She is alive.

Like sand, a stream of salt is poured from directly above Medusa’s body onto her motionless form. The sheet, fallen from the Scarlet Woman’s face, allows her to witnesses this end. The Scarlet Woman stands, gathering her things. She leaves the circle, freed.

FIN

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I’d love to hear your thoughts and questions. We hope to perform this, and other pieces we’ve created as part of The Scarlet Tongue Project, at venues everywhere. Please let me know if you’re interested in bringing performances, lectures, workshops, and/or Documentary footage from The Scarlet Tongue Project to a venue near you. Our performance is easily adaptable to any space, and we’re happy to book at colleges, theaters, meeting halls, galleries, abandoned factories, art houses, private homes, or any other venue which has interest in sharing the project with an audience. Help us bring further discussion of women, anger, and art to your community.

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~ Creature

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My Recent Art = Your Fault (The Harry Potter Dirty Nipple Edition)

My rendition of Sirius Black recently caused waves of “titillation”…

Apparently my nipples alone can crash the whole damn system.

My body has been censored my entire life. Since age 7 I’ve been keenly aware of this weaponized female body of mine, and 33 years later I’m still being told to cover up, or else. My body is dangerous, inappropriate, not-masculine-enough-to-be-looked-upon-nude, yet too-feminine-to-be-left-in-peace-without-commentary. As FemBoyCreature my body is clearly meant to be made money off of — to shave, cover up, costume, and prettify in order to sell tickets, please. My actions against this mandate are absolutely battle strategy depicting dominant ownership of this body I like to think of as “mine”.

I don’t “play along” very well. My creative mind is disinterested in doing what’s appropriate over what I find to be playful and effective. I have more than once been erased from the historical record which social media keeps via photographs and video clips. I prefer to continue on my merry way followed by those who actually want to make meaningful change and understand that nothing ever shifted by pleasing the forces that be. Especially aesthetically, and especially concerning equality.

I performed twice this past week as Sirius Black from Harry Potter, in a HP themed show. My performance was a pretty traditional striptease. I transformed from Sirius, the man, into a dog by the end of the act — Sirius’s animagus form, Padfoot.

I didn’t wear pasties in my act.

This choice, apparently, broke someone.

This choice, apparently, made people wonder about whether the venue could lose its liquor license.

This choice, apparently, had some audience members uttering, “That’s awesome, soooo illegal, but AWESOME!”, under their breath while watching.

This choice, apparently, made such waves that for the four days between shows I couldn’t get a straight answer from my producers or anyone at the venue about whether I would be able to do my second show the same way. At the last minute before show call, I was made to submit an artistic statement about the choice to not wear pasties in order for there to be an unadulterated second performance. What male performer, may I ask, has been asked to do the same while performing topless in Cambridge, MA?

I hope my nipples can crash the whole damn system… I’d love to create my art as it occurs to me to make, and not deal with drama surrounding its presentation.

My Patrons are the people who helped me make this piece of art, and they are helping me create my next. For my next performance I’m playing “Anonymous”. It’s a benefit show fundraising for sex workers called “Herstory“,  and the theme of the show is artists playing historical Femme characters. My inspiration for this piece resonated in the well known words of Virginia Woolf, “For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.” So I shall perform my piece in honor of the unnamed women and minorities who have been my ladder in this lifetime.

My Patrons have been sent a video of my Sirius Black performance. If you would like to be a patron of my work and receive videos, backstage glimpses, and the occasional writing which I don’t publicly share, please visit my Patreon Campaign and contribute. I post up to 6 times a month, and you can cap your donation if you need to. Thank you for your consideration — and a huge thank you to those of you reading who are already a part of my artistic funding team!

This past month I made a mask, hand painted temporary tattoos, and whipped up costume pieces, I cut my wig, trimmed down some new lace facial hair, and spent a tiny fortune on all the little pieces that go into playing this character effectively on stage, I choreographed, filled out paperwork, and I showed up to my day-long tech rehearsal on time.

I’ve performed bare-ass naked on Oberon’s stage before, pastie-less a number of times, and created art which has brought up way more contentious issues than the female nipple. This was the artist statement I submitted in order to perform the second show sans pasties:

I was just now forwarded your letter to the producers of the Potter Prom asking for my thoughts on the pastie issue. I am sending you what I replied to them with. I had also forwarded an entire letter concerning this incident with this information on Monday, hoping you would receive it then. I hope this suffices, I do not wish to change my act tonight. Please reply directly to me if you can, I am on a bus on my way to Boston.

Thursday, June 21, 2018
Dear _____,

The following is cut and pasted from my letter to the venue which I sent on Monday:

The choice [not to wear pasties] is an artistic one. My performance in the Potter Prom is a gender bending and shapeshifting comment on the body. As a trans artist with breasts who frequently plays male characters, I was absolutely invoking the idea of the meaning of the naked breast and gender expectations; also from the perspective of a character who stands up for his rights, the rights of others, and who challenges the authorities and the laws he finds immoral.

It was never my intent to challenge [Venue] itself. My understanding of the venue was that because it had a theater license, the artistic choices held within a theatrical performance were allowed, nudity being a common form of free speech. If I was incorrect about this, I apologize, and ask that the venue let me know how it functions surrounding nudity so that I might not make the same mistake again.

I prefer not to wear pasties tonight. 

Please let me know directly if that is unacceptable.
~Creature/Karin Webb

Maybe I’m all out of fucks about my nipples being an issue in public… I’ve been fighting this fight forever, and I’m tired. I am the only artist in the cast not to have any publicity photos to share from our first night of performance — I don’t even know why, considering there were ample opportunities in my performance where my back was turned, my clothes were on, or I was posed in a manner which obscured my un-adorned breast points. If Cambridge, MA and artistic associates, in the year 2018, cannot figure out how to embrace the “whatever gendered nipple” on stage, I have very little hope for civilization at large.

Help me fund my art, and I will continue to challenge what mores I am able to simply by breathing and creating in the body I was born into.

After the second show a very excited audience member made their way up to me and shook my hand, while out tumbled the words, “Thank you so much! Thank you for putting my gender on stage! I never thought I’d see that, thank you!”. I replied, “Your welcome, it’s my gender too.”

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Choosing Between Loves

My favorite comment about this photo was “Dr. Suess after dark”. I think that’s a pretty fitting description of my oeuvre… Mardi Gras 2018

This past year I have been going rounds back and forth trying to figure out what I should be focusing on in my life. Art or Kink? My ultimate answer is “both”, though anyone who hustles for a living knows that more than one career in the works makes it hard to streamline a business plan, and you feel as though you’re doing more work for multiple endeavors than you can fully utilize when focusing in one solitary direction. My interests and skills are diverse, as are my passions, and so I pursue multiple endeavors hoping to find wholeness and peace in time. Puzzling through how to improve my life on a severe budget with a workaholic’s workload is what keeps me… a workaholic.

I’ve recently settled into a housing situation which demands I make a larger amount of income than I’ve needed to make in a long time. My Patreon campaign which helps pay me to write this blog and invest in all of my artistic work is a large portion of my income, I also teach and Pro Dom sessions with people around BDSM skills, I teach artistic skills and identity explorations, I perform in shows, and I get hired to Direct, Produce, house/petsit, and as many other odd jobs as I can handle to pay my bills on time. To make ends meet in ways I am passionate about, I must constantly be on the hustle. I spend a great amount of time booking, networking, following up on dead ends, applying to opportunities I won’t get, researching where the money is and trying to find situations that I fit into which pay. I spend a lot of time reading, researching, organizing, developing programs for new clients’ specific needs. I dream, plan, create, draw, build, feed, and fantasize. There are too many things on my plate and they all look good. It feels overwhelming. I must start somewhere.

Recently I had two gigs back to back, the first was a kink training session, and the second was a ballet class. I was so happy over those couple days! For the BDSM gig I dressed as a strict school teacher, cane in hand. For the dance class I dressed as a ballet teacher: ballet pink tights, black leotard, bun, and ballet shoes (I could have carried a cane but decided I didn’t need to). During each class I spend time critiquing my client’s physical form, I led each student through a set of physical exercises repetitively, critiquing details (being a perfectionist pain in the ass), I assigned homework, and I sent both students home sore. After each class I felt full in my body, mind, and heart, and I had connected well with both students. Each are embarking on a development program with certains goals they’ve asked me for help achieving. Each student showed advancement between the beginning of our class and the end. I feel hopeful and excited about the journey each student is on.

The universe does not seem to be asking me to choose. I love this. It feels good to continue to be put through my paces as a trained artist through performing, creating new art pieces, and teaching, and it feels good to have an opportunity to work with more and more kinksters as a Dominant and skills coach.

What do I want to do ultimately? Well, that’s hard to say specifically, but the ideas I’m juggling right now are these:

  • Approach Brown University and ask about working on my Masters or Doctorate in Sexology coupled with Theater and Direction. For my thesis I would rewrite and expand on my solo show which delves into and explores sexuality and identity, No Shame.
  • Figure out some way to fund getting a Sexology Degree online so that I can expand what I teach and how I offer BDSM classes and counseling
  • Find a piercing studio to apprentice with and deepen my understanding of human anatomy, piercing technique, and handling the body for ritualistic and pain processing purposes
  • Tour the country with other Kinky Professionals and a Documentarian in a BDSMmobile teaching and exploring various communities around the country
  • Move to Paris and continue to do all the things I’m doing now, but in French…

Obviously all of these choices require fundraising. This is a consideration in everything I do creatively, especially in how fast I feel able to move forward with my plans. A lot of my life is spent feeling held back. My hope is that these current baby steps of momentum in my new city continue to build, and that in a year I’ll feel solidly engaged within all of my career paths. Specifically I want to be engaged and have more reliable free time to move and build socially and artistically. Thank you for reading, and if you or your wealthy friends like to support sex and kink positive artists please contact me about how, or check out the support links throughout my blog.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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