The (shock) Value of Performance Art

My junior year in college I dressed for Halloween in a skimpy black bathing suit (more of an invitation than a suit) and had my entire body painted. A mountain scene here, a bull’s eye there. My face was a lion and I had a golden afro. I wore a full length burgundy sheep skin coat and FMPs. I then went with a male friend as his guest to the Young Republican Club’s Halloween Bash. Yes, they called it a bash. When I removed my coat many a Patricia Nixon got the vapors and many Dicks (Nixon, that is) stood to attention. My friend ended up having to relinquish his membership. But we had a blast. More important, I learned the shock value of performance art.


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