WHO IS JUDY DOOM?
A decades long day dream, a secretly-tended flame of desire, a fictional character coming to life. Help create her, or follow along.
SCENE: UP THE PUNKS
Thumb of rum making me liquid riding the hum of a broke down washing machine—brought alive and buzzing from the speaker’s sonic transmission of a hacksaw baseline right to my hips. A hot ball of lava burns a hole in the center of me, the music so unforgiving it bruises the throat, crotch and stomach. I am warmed up on that locker room adrenaline, all the skin of boys’ elbows and knees knocking each other out in the pit. Shows are where we pretend to be boys for whole minutes at a time.
