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Mid-Summer Beef Jerky Report

Two months?! What happened?

The simplest answer would be this: in New York City’s Chinatown, before hitting the road for my East Coast fieldtrips and performances, I discovered the most phenomenal beef jerky I have ever torn into and fell into a food coma so deep, I am only just emerging.

A more nuanced answer, with slightly less magical realist leanings would be this:

0. Debuted a segment of the show as a performance artists at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival

image courtesy of Kelly O for The Stranger

1. Traveled to Vermont to visit Juli at work at a small mid-state slaughterhouse.

2. Performed with Rogue Burlesque at the Middlesex Lounge (including the first public screening outside of dress rehearsal of the short film “Honeysuckle’s BBQ” by Morgan Elizabeth and Debora Spencer)

3. Christened the new space for queer performance venue “Collect Pond” along with Julie Blair in Brooklyn, NY with the full-length solo show

(image taken by Honeysuckle during NYC show)

4. Performed the full show in DC’s oldest lesbian bar, Phase 1, just after they celebrated their 40th anniversary.  Writer/Performer Natalie Illum opened that show, and her performance gave me permission to take content deeper and to engage the audience from the start.

DC preview coverage/interview

DC show review

(photo taken by Honeysuckle during DC show)

(Phase 1 minglers)

5. Moved my life from Seattle to Southern California (with show set and costuming in the trunk in case I needed to stop along the way!)

6. Considered buying a cow (for slaughter) at the Del Mar, CA County Fair.  His name was Brick; he was a sweetheart and the teenage boy who had raised him (his first steer!) was so eager to show him, and a bit sad to see him go.

“Menu” motif signs were used to identify cows at the county fair

This cow was licking his stable mate over and over–cleaning or cuddling or scratching an itch?

Sexy nurse imagery being used to sell deep fried butter gives meat-woman imagery a run for its proverbial and literal money.

And in the last two weeks, though less well photo-documented, some exciting beef run-ins:

7. Sampled two varieties of homemade beef jerky (and witnessed the preservation process of one variety) made by one of my favorite lesbians in San Diego.

8. Considered buying many pounds of local beef through a groupon.com deal of the day.

9. Considered buying many pounds of local beef from a man driving around in a truck who stopped me in an alley to sell frozen steaks.

10. Found that the local meat vendor at my farmer’s markets makes jerky…ordered beef jerky…daughter forgot to remind dad to bring it…got a slim jim-like preserved meat stick (which looks wonderful!) instead.

11. Considered researching the impact the BP oil spill will have on the economics of beef jerky; decided to focus energy elsewhere.

12. Received beef jerky in the mail for my birthday.

The experience of taking the show on the road, connecting with new and extremely varied audiences, and getting more meat-learning and slaughter-smelling under my belt (figuratively) has been one of the most moving experiences I’ve had as a performer and artist.  Blogging is weird.  It is a strange way to report and semi-interact when the cultivation of a certain type of authenticity and artifice in live performance is the medium and the message of this work.

AND some of these images, interviews, conversations, and video clips seem worth sharing.  I plan to eat enough jerky to have the beefy balls to backtrack through my archived material from this adventure and share more of it.  And hey, if you’re reading this, I would love to hear some questions you have–what would you want to see or hear more about?  What is most compelling or confusing?

As far as the show itself, the cross-coastal tour is not entirely over.  Conversation is currently in progress with Producer Paula The Swedish Housewife about a summer/fall show in Seattle, and there have been offers to perform in Palm Springs, CA and elsewhere in the middle and the western parts of the country.  Stay tuned for more…

xox,

Honeysuckle.

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Hangar Steak and Queer Youth Space

On the topic of conversations with rad queers over meat, I got to share a Hangar/Hanger steak in Seattle this week with Kennedy of YES, Queer Youth Space and the documentary film Put THIS on the map, which was just accepted into Frameline this week!  Our hangar steak at Cafe Presse “from Oregon” was medium-rare and served with pomme frites.

Hangar steak, the cut that ‘hangs’ from the diaphragm, is prized for being flavorful with a slight kidney-ish tinge.  Presse does a nice job of preparing the steak to bring out that flavor and keeping the steak relatively tender (it tends to get tough if cooked slowly or for too long).  Several butchers I’ve spoken to in the US have bemoaned the lack of demand for Hangar here.  Even in good economic times, when steaks are selling better than they are right now, hangar is often ground into hamburger rather than separated as a delicacy as it is much of Europe and in Mexico (can someone set me straight on whether Hangar would be carne asada or arrachera, please?)

It was wonderful to learn more about the path that Kennedy and a strong group of queer youth on the East Side of our city have been on for the last several years, from documenting their individual stories to launching a project to make real change and safe space in their community.  Check out how you can support Queer Youth Space, follow them on facebook, and see what they’re up to!

Queer Youth Space is a community initiative and coalition in which the overall campaign is to secure space for queer youth in the Seattle area. This space would be led, owned, and organized by the very constituency that the space would serve. Queer Youth Space is radical and revolutionary in that it is a youth-led, adult supported model. The ideas and values inherent within this structure are at the very core of the philosophy of the collective, chief among them furthering the model of youth leadership in which Queer Youth Space believes should be dominant structure locally as well as nationwide.


Vote! Pork v. Beef

Please take a moment to vote: beef or pork?

Pork! – Ms. Honeysuckle Hype

digitally remastered photograph 2010

Beef! – Ms. Honeysuckle Hype

digitally remastered photograph 2010

-What is she asking, really?  Is this about the meat or the images?

Just answer the question, please! I’d like to know what you think.

Sure_you’re right in liking meat (Meat Art Installment 1)

My biggest question is about the use of the underscore, or is that just a really low hyphen? My next question is a story: I’m sitting alone at the counter at Mistral Kitchen, polishing off some kushi oysters, sipping something brilliant involving gin and waiting for my pork belly (served on a sweet steamed bun with cippolini onions-gone-asian and cilantro?  Was that even cilantro?  Might I never need to touch another actual burger?).

WAIT: My PORK BELLY. On day four of “taking a break from meat,” the day on which I reflected back on the smoked chicken I had Thursday (Jack Timmons had smoked it in his backyard for 14 hours! How could I resist? And he’s from Texas, that dreamy drawl…), the Seafood with our hand-shaven noodles on Friday…and…

Waiting for pork belly.  Which was fucking delicious.

I’m not sure what the question is actually.

Look at her fingernails.  The red of the poster and the red of the steak and the red of her FINGERNAILS!  I am in the process of responding to interview questions from Cassie Marketos of Kickstarter.com, who asked:

Where did this idea sprout from? Meat is an interesting entry-point into conversations of sexuality and power. I’m curious to know how the idea evolved!

And I keep on wanting to respond with images.  Because meat is simultaneously so un-ladylike to devour, and so owned-by-men in most narratives of “how labor has been divided” and such an essential part of the ideal American woman preparing food at home for her husband and children and used as an explicit stand-in for “penis,” for “a woman’s ass,” for woman more generally, in language, in images,

Which we could either say perpetuates the idea of women as commodity, as consumable/consumed…

Or acknowledges that this image in an almost magical realism way is a better representation of what it feels like to live in a female-marked body, or to work in the sex industry or pornography, or to wake up in the morning, and make it all into a day marked by meaning and whatever it is we each hope our days might be marked by…than this image

Miss Wasilla 1984

Finally, as the title of this post was written before the post itself, and it seems to plead for one more piece of Meat Art,

Roy Lichtenstein  –  Meat
acrylic/canvas    21 1/4″ x 25 1/4″   1962

The chef in charge of pork belly came over and asked how it was.  Fucking delicious, I told him.  I asked my waiter where it was from, he asked said chef, and the relay response was Snake River, Idaho.  Before leaving for the evening, I asked chef/owner William Belickis if I might come in some time and talk to him about meat: the hand-powered slicer, their butchering, charcuterie, sourcing, their menu.  He said of course, Tuesday through Thursday, any time, and asked what I’d ended up deciding about love, women, immediacy, and patience.  He remembered the conversation we had my first time in the restaurant, when multiple women felt like the most enormous metaphors of decision-making: protection v. vulnerability, immediate return v. investment, love v. fear.  I made the right choice I told him–didn’t you meet her the next time?  I did, he said, I just didn’t know which one it was.  That, I think, is a special thing: to have someone, particularly someone you have only met twice, remember what matters to you most.

Mistral Kitchen  –  Pork Belly
Saturday March 27, 2010