night. Here we reclaim language, reclaim our parts. We say Penis with
relish. We declare we will not be ruled, magically induced, blinded by
the Penis anymore. WE ARE FREE. Funny. Everyone laughs. Men are in the
audience, laughing too, enjoying our lib-er-a-tion, the way our lips move
around "Peeeennnniiiiis," the way we say penis in public without flinching,
the fact we are beautiful and strong and saying penis in front of the
electric phallis, caught in that moment before fellatio, the spotlight
on us fully clothed, the ecstasy of words shooting through us. Don't grovel,
don't do it for money, but we reveal a lot. Titillating, it's all in the
tongue. Now we strip tease sound, disclose naughty words while $ is tucked
into bartenders' hands instead of G-strings. We wear jeans, boots, docs.
We think we are speaking a new language, but maybe it is the old one with
a new thrust.