In Bed with a Big, Bad Wolf
When a local museum, Hudson Valley Center for Contemporary Art, announced a celebratory event for the closing of their exhibition called LUST, I knew what I had to do: I wrote up a proposal for two performances with the same name — one scripted and one interactive, both on the theme of Little Red Riding Hood. My study of this old, old fairy tale had revealed many shocking elements to me. There were versions that included cannibalism and bestiality, and there were plenty of sexual innuendos. I wanted to discuss these stories with members of the public, and I wanted to write my own version of the story.
I was happy when the museum staff welcomed me — and my performances! — with open arms. Thus, I appeared at the museum on “Sinful Sunday” dressed in my own Red Riding Hood outfit, and for the first hour of the event, I interacted with museum guests, one-on-one. We chatted about each person’s recollection of the tale, and I shocked them by recounting the most horrific versions that I had researched. THEN, I changed into baby-doll pajamas and began my scripted performance, which consisted of my reading aloud of an “adult only” bedtime story. (The museum was closed to anyone under 18 years of age for this event.)
For this performance, I created a large, 11″ x 17″ illustrated storybook called “In Bed with a Big, Bad Wolf.” My tale featured a spirited teenager called Red and her sexy, sassy grandmother. By the end of the tale, we learn that Red’s mother is as lustful as the two other female protagonists! And, the handsome, ripped Wolf is man enough to satisfy all three female libidos!
This project was intensely gratifying from start to finish. I enjoyed doing research on the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and I loved writing my own contemporary version of the story. Creating the book was a blast, for I filled it with humorous, photo-shopped images of myself: I became hyper-sexy as Red, her mother, and her grandmother. Of course, I also enjoyed developing the Wolf into a male sex object who wears tight jeans in some scenes and nothing but grandma’s black lace panties in another scene. Finally, on Sinful Sunday, I encountered a large and marvelously receptive audience at the museum.
Oh! One more thing: the New York Times ran a photo of me — in my short, short baby-doll pajamas! Perfect.