as a small girl, i remember being
possessed by a combination of fantastic daydreams and nervous fantasies
after i saw the penultimate black asymmetry, androgyny, and sexed glamour:
grace jones.
i experienced miss grace at summerstage
recently and my childhood reflections were awakened.
she was a black cherry popping herself
all over the crowd as she fluttered a black hoop skirt high above her taut
booty throughout her raunchy song 'pull up the the bumper'
she was a pompous pussy cat careening and
crossing the audience's path with an air of playful vanity and seduction.
finally, she leaped off the stage and
into the greedy crowd just wanting to give some baaaaaad ass luck so it felt
real good.
wigs thrown, flashing tits, cussing the
crowd, hissing at security. yes, amazing grace.
