Would you laugh if I said I feel like the Girl Who Cried Pussy? That’s a twist on the boy who cried wolf Aesop fable, where a boy pretended a wolf was at the door so many times in provocative jest, that when the REAL wolf came, nobody believed him.
If you opened this email — because you subcribed to my Pussy General blog a long, long time ago, then THANK YOU. This tiny little hello again, world, blog post is to let you know I healed my heart and got my shite forgiven and in good enough shape to call you back in. Here’s the Cat Signal!
My real name is Mary Jane. I’ve been living in Brooklyn for five years. I birthed the racaous Pussy General onto a black box theater stage in Atlanta GA January 2011. Then I collapsed. Refused to quit. Drug the P’General around hoofed over my shoulder like a wounded soldier. Then carried her to safety by dying all over again to my inner self. That’s a dramatic way of sharing…
I surrendered to getting quiet, contemplating, becoming really gentle with my life pain. Contemplation worked. My heart has healed to the point of BEGIN AGAIN!
Pussy General is my soul work, LISTENING within is my Life Work. I do what I do to serve the Cosmic Mutha. (Mother) Bold Listening is Real Security and I’m thrilled to my future NUDY silk strapped white corsets and hose to begin work again!
So, no more crying Wolf. (Unless I’m in theatrical NUDY monologue mode.) Time to shout Pussy from the bottom of the ditch’a with such reverb it POOF builds you a hot plank to run that burning butt over!
There’s just one thing…the hot art always comes before any hard plans. I created our blog header tonight, and that’s all I can do. If you don’t hear from me in a week, hey, I cried pussy again. Butt…if you see M.E. pop up again within seven days? WE ARE ON NUDY FAWK FIRE and my heart is bursting for you.
All my love and peace
P.S. I’ll have more concrete info posted on THEATRICS very soon, would you please check back? I appreciate you