the kind with huge diamonds,
meshed, nested diamonds inside of each other,
red dress, tight, long sleeve
absolutely irresistible, so aloof,
pure hot femme.
In the bathroom, I ask if you’re with her,
you tell me you’re straight.
I laugh and tell you that you are
and go into my own stall,
Later in the night,
we’re both wet, covered in sweat,
from a night of total release
to bad pop: Ke$ha, Rihanna, Madonna
I decide that you being straight doesn’t apply to me,
since I don’t fit into those categories, mentally or physically,
and I find the courage to touch your hand
as you walk past.
We talk by the fan,
enjoying the moment of cool air with
I’m so nervous, I don’t do this often,
you agree to dance with me,
my ripped cowboy boots are killing me
the black slip I’m wearing like a dress
we dance to a ridiculous britney remix
at arm’s length, and it is so fun,
you tell me how hot your dress is
and now I know it is
because I’ve worn it.
Micha Cárdenas is an artist/theorist who works in performance, wearable electronics, hacktivism and critical gender studies. She is a PhD student in Media Arts and Practice (iMAP) in the School of Cinematic Arts at University of Southern California and a member of Electronic Disturbance Theater 2.0. Her forthcoming book The Transreal: Political Aesthetics of Crossing Realities will be published by Atropos Press in 2012.