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3 Jan, 2011

1/4 mark

2016-03-18T22:12:18-07:00By |Categories: Artists in Residence, CounterPULSE, Kegan Marling|Tags: , , |

When I think about my understanding of what it meant to be gay when I was 16, a handful of images come to mind. Walking down Stockton Avenue and trying to sneak a quick look into the old Renegades Bar when the door would swing open. I could never really see in, but stories unfolded in my head around the mystery of that worn-down pub with painted over windows and rough-edged leather bears occasionally outside inhaling a smoke. Quirky wall

12 Feb, 2011

Mid Way

2016-03-18T22:12:02-07:00By |Categories: Artists in Residence, Kegan Marling|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

I feel half gay. Not sexually that is... I'm not bisexual or sexually confused. I'm clearly hot for men. I just feel culturally half gay. Like somehow I've inherited or learned only a part of the culture, but not actually enough to pass a thorough inspection. If I was to try to board a plane to return to Gay Land, customs would have a field day before letting me pass through. Of course, I don't really feel half straight either.

14 Mar, 2011

Coming Home

2016-03-18T22:11:50-07:00By |Categories: Artists in Residence, CounterPULSE, Kegan Marling|Tags: , , , , , |

I've often thought about what it means to come home to someone. When you come home to someone, there's comfort and consistency. A dog's tail wagging, rich smells from the kitchen and maybe a kid slamming the screen door to escape outside into the air and wilderness and unknown. But coming home feels like too many slices of other peoples dreams. I get lost in them. They're flip books from another era and a different group of people sitting around

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