From one song to another: The beautiful duet sung by Hero and her lady-in-waiting Ursule in Beatrice et Benedict – a comic opera based on Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, written and composed by Hector Berlioz in 1858. Listen here.
Two more performances at Royal Academy of Music.

My nails were no longer pussy fucking nails, so I bit them off. Then I put on red lipstick. I shaved just one side of my head and let my hair down. I wanted to construct a half three-piece mod suit, half body-con bunny dress, half baggy jeans, half skinny, but there were too many halves in the equation, and I once learned about fractions. I wanted to be Grace Jones and David Bowie and Lou Reed and JD Samson. To scurry about in no-man-or-woman’s land. There I’m just a bottom feeder. With too fat a bottom. I tried to disentangle androgyny from thinness and ended up masturbating out of self-loathing. That’s usually when I stroke my invisible cock. It’s invisible but big. I was dreaming about girls in thongs and ended up almost buying one online. But my invisible credit card number didn’t authenticate.

Listen to Roxanne’s conversation with for Dis Magazine by S. Adrian Massey III!

AdrianIII Interviews Bodybuilder Roxanne Edwards by DISmagazine

Image by Jason Nocito
Styling Avena Gallagher
Words by Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal

PREMIERE!
November 10th – 12th at The Museum of Arts and Design (New York City, NY)

A duet between Jack Ferver and Michelle Mola, which takes the seemingly forever mysterious and compelling Queen Cleopatra, as a vehicle for two performers to uncover the truths of iconography, monarchy, and themselves.

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Friday night with Prokofiev’s ‘Short Suite’ from Romeo and Juliet, Tchaikovsky’s ‘Violin Concerto in D major’, Mussorgsky’s ‘Pictures at an Exhibition’ and four flamboyant Russian encores. All performed by the Moscow Philharmonic Orchestra, together with 26 year old soloist Nikita Boriso-Glebsky and conductor – maestro – Yuri Simonov, at Cadgon Hall.

If there’s any experience which does truly explode the laws of cognition and ‘rivet’ us, as Blanchot would say, to the painfully bare but beautiful, essential truth of existence, it must be the experience of music.

very nice t-shirt.

almost 9 months to dare to post this short film.

In the beginning, the fetish cannot be less visible. In the end, the binding is tight as lingerie.

I reject the idea of finding skating sexually interesting. However I entertain fantasies of owning many, many skates, that would squeeze my small body like a unified muscle. Or perhaps I could just make a big pile and sleep on them.

Ok, that is not true. I’m lying, I don’t care. But what can I say? The film is beautiful.

Whose socks have smooth membraned seamings.

Whose dense and slicked down hair is dark as oil.

Hand me a huge, huge, HUGE skate.

I will live on it. I will weather the perils, the grip, accidents.

And bits of cloth falling from the wooden platform into your mouth. The wheels are your teeth.

What I get for combining skate and bed. Ok, I’m lying again.

Brand my shoulder blades on the iron pipe.

The view is nice when you slide, under your skirt.

The pipe is sharp and we die on the way down.

Stop the lies now. Can a thing lie down without legs?

Can a mind lie down?

I want wheels too. Ok, stop the lies. Watch the film.