Spring 2004
Trans: Dangerous Border Violations >> Cunt Brother, Je Hye's Home

2 nd Project >>

Dykevamp’s Nightmare

In the dark, I am lying on the floor, wrapped in a blanket.
In the blanket, there are a few books about lesbians and transgenders.
I wear an institutional clothes.
On the left side of the stage, there is a chair. There are a big padded size of bra and handcuffs on the chair. In front of the chair, there are a red high-heel in pair with a woman’s black mitt and a black man’s shoe in pair with a red boxing globe.

As the beginning of the performance, video (the excerpt of Korean movie, “Coming Out”) and music [Sweet Honey in the Rock’s “Listen to the Rhythm”] play.

[…]

Suddenly, I awake or relax after orgasm and sit up on the floor. Video and music stop playing. Fade in.

I have had a curious dream. This is my REAL dream story.

(I approach the chair)

[…]

There was a big classroom

Men sit on the left side and women sit on the right side. (I wear a bra on the chair).
I sit on the right side, women’s seats.

Then, a professor comes in the classroom. He is an OLD WHITE man with glasses.

As soon as I see him, I think aloud,

“Oh, my God, What a Freud in my classroom!!!, I can’t believe it.”

He looks around the classroom, and suddenly begins staring me.
And he asks me,
“Why are you sitting there? That’s not your seat.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a woman, ummm…I’m female”

But he still doubts,
“Nope, you’re NOT a Woman”

I was embarrassed and I didn’t know what he was talking about.
(Stand up and push the chair from behind toward the left side, sit on it again.)

Now I’m in women’s dormitory.
Suddenly I hear an urgent announcement and an alarm (let the chair face the front).
It says a fatal virus is prevailing, so they need to vaccinate us against the virus.
Right after the notice, a group of medical workers arrive and they make all students step in line to inspect us (Stand between the shoes).

The doctors look over each woman one by one and stop in front of me.

“You need an immunization”
But, I can’t accept their weird diagnosis.

“What? Why? How could you know that?
You just looked at my face. There was no close examination. I won’t take the injection”
(Take off the bra, take a pose of run-away and freeze)
I try to run away but soon I am caught by them.
(Sit on the chair, again)
They hold my body forcefully and I can’t move an inch.
(Slip handcuffs on the chair.)
“No ! No!, you can’t do that.”

Finally, a doctor takes his injector but actually he doesn’t give me a shot.
It is an empty syringe. Instead, he begins slowly scratching my face with a needle.

“ No~~~~~~~. Aaaaaaah~~~~”
(Tumble down from the chair and tangle the pairs of shoes and globe/mitt.)

Immediately, my face is bathed in blood.
(Unfetter the handcuffs and put it in my suit jacket pocket and try to stand and walk unsteadily.)
As soon as their injection, No, their marking surgery is done,
I falter toward women’s rest room (stagger toward the front- middle of the stage).
…
I look at my face in the mirror. I can see a bleeding monster.
…
Then, I realize instinctively,

“Right, there was no fatal virus. The virus they want to exterminate was me. It was me. They must have thought I transmit perverse energy.
So, they just want to mark my body in order to make me recognizable and visible.”



(Take off the institutional clothes and take out the moustache from the jacket pocket and attach it. Check the mannish outfit, looking at the mirror.)

I wipe out my blood and touch the irritated scars. The marks they left…
(Put on globe and mitt. Resolutely looking at the mirror, make a boxing pose)

But they wouldn’t know that they gave me a warrior’s mark, not an ineffaceable stigma.
(Take off the globe and mitt and rearrange them with the shoes on the chair.)

Sit astride the stage. Take off the jacket. Loosen the necktie, remove the attached moustache and attach it to the end of the white shirt. Take out more moustaches from the jacket pocket and attach them on the chest (at the nipple spots)

Phranc’s “Bulldagger Swagger” plays.

Finally, takes out a Chinese fortune cookie and break it. See the slip in it and read,)
“Welcome to queer planet! You’re a gendernaut and enjoy your flight!!!

Hanging the jacket around the arm, I stand up with my back to the audience and walk a few steps. Suddenly, turn around and try to say something.
I forgot one thing. There is another thing they gave me.
It’s a free gift. (take the handcuffs on the floor ) My S&M prop! (turn around and swing the handcuffs with a finger in the air)

Fade out.

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