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| i went with cholister to the glass bar (a bizarre place in euston station) last night to see joelle taylor, dyke playwrite and performance poet. she read two stories from her whorror performance novel: 'hind legs in high heels' and 'angels with dirty fingernails'. performance novellists are a rare breed: not a play, not a reading, a bit of both and inbetween. lots of genderfucking, spiders, abuse, and gore. she had me laughing and shuddering at the same time, will post details of her next performance so other barbefolk can experience her. |
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