normal woman
I hear a man say to another on the ferry over coffee, “Yeah, she got knocked up and then became a normal woman. Had three kids.” Normal woman? Hm. What is that? I wonder if that woman is glad to now be thought of as normal or disappointed in herself, or lying, or finally feeling at home? His statement seems particularly bewildering because I just came from “ze” queer as F@#$K at the Fringe. It’s a one person show written by my dear and brave Lunicke: a deeply personal, complicated, painful, fascinating and very hilarious journey through the wild world…
