Clown Shows
on getting published, doing clown shows, and marriage
Three pieces of news:
A piece I wrote years ago about my love affair with a married clown just published in Hobart on Sunday. It’s called Potty Mouth and it’s very embarrassing. Read it here.
I’m performing in two clown shows with the Highland Park Clowns this month at The Elysian Theater (Skunk Room), on November 19 & 29. Tix here.
And Stevie and I are getting married in Maui on December 7th. We’ve been very casually dropping the “we’re getting married” bomb since we made the decision in the summer to finally end our long engagement. (We got engaged in the Iao Valley in Maui when I was seven months pregnant, in December 2022.) We thought we might elope, then decided to only invite our parents (and Maya). I never thought I’d get married. Neither did he. All of our parents were ambivalent about the tradition, and both sets went through with it for logistical reasons (his parents for health insurance, my parents so my mom could stay in England).
“Nothing changes,” my dad tells me on the phone. I’ve heard from some married friends that everything changes. Which is it?
When I first blonded my hair, you may recall, I was feeling lighter, nicer, more carefree. Now it seems the effect has worn off and I’m back to being a grumpy cunt. But maybe it’s just this marriage thing, and awakening the archetypal energy of Bridezilla that lives inside all of us who were raised with the whole he’ll save you narrative. idk tbd lol
(For those of you desperately curious about where we landed with our Halloween costumes, I had a last minute inspiration that Stevie should be Norman Bates as Mother and I should wear a towel. Maya stayed with Isabella from Encanto)
Just read "Potty Mouth." Completely transfixed.