Sitting at the kitchen table, bended over a big bowl of steaming chamomile herbs, my head hidden underneath a large bath towel, my swollen face moist and glowing, covered with hot drops dripping from the top of my sore nose, feeling soppy and snotty and all, thinking of girl power while reaching for the next tissue, I decide that this moment of physical discomfort and emotional melt down might well be the perfect timing to listen to some energetic existential crisis songs from dramatic dadaist contralto and ferocious trans apocalyptic noise performance artist Jill Lloyd Flanagan aka ‘Forced Into Femininity’. As soon as I turn on the ‘Erase Your Grave’ album I get a kick from deep down inside my belly. The disruptive noise from overheated synthesizers, hectic drumbeats and primal vocal eruptions might have awakened the unborn attentive listener inside my (m)otherworldly womb. Causing a heterogeneous yet homogeneous clash, poking the stubborn grid of individualism, questioning cultural role construction in a gender blender diffused society. Making me wonder, while reaching for the next tissue, is it going to be a boy or a girl or...?
Forced Into Femininity