“New York City, August 1999. Oona and I sat outside on the stoop of my friend Elise’s apartment in the East Village. The 100 block of St. Mark’s Place, between 8th & 9th Streets and First & Second Avenues. Such a dreamy location, especially for a queer punk 16 year-old. I say punk, but really I was more New Wave, listening to the music that the kids who’d hung around St. Mark’s Place 10 or 15 years earlier had listened to: Laurie Anderson, Kate Bush, Lou Reed, David Bowie, Patti Smith, Talking Heads. I started having sex that summer, and it was like everything in my world blew open, became filled with a mythic and endless possibility, the electric wonder of what it is to have a body. I was charged by touch, ruled by feeling, and like most teenagers, I had a soundtrack.”
— from something new & as of yet untitled. there will be more.