Each Fenslerfilm is approximately 30 seconds long. If you are going to watch them I recommend seeing them all at one time.

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Two of my favourite quotes are from Martha Graham’s autobiography Blood Memory, DoubleDay 1991.

“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. …No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”

“I believe we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one’s being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes in some area an athlete of God.”

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(the following text is an excerpt from Holy Terror, Bob Colacello, HarperCollinsPublishers, 1990)

That was the day that Andy unveiled his latest series of self-portraits. He returned to self-portraiture as regularly as Rembrandt, though I never thought he was trying to find himself. It was more like he was trying to leave an image for history of the way he wished he looked. It was another revision, another lie, though lies in their way tell other truths. These were stunning: double and triple exposure of Andy’s profile in negative, white on black, red on black, black on black. He looked like a calm, neat, beautiful ghost. It wasn’t easy working for a ghost, especially one who wanted to be calm, neat and beautiful, and wasn’t.

But there was something else in these self-portraits too, in the eyes especially, and you only saw it if you looked long enough: the fear, pain, and sadness that were always there, no matter how much Andy tried to silkscreen them out. (pg 373)

The following video is from Season 2 of Kink, a documentary production (Alliance Atlantis) about people with extraordinary sex lives. It was shot in 2001.

(this article originally appeared in issue 301 of fab! magazine, tgirl column, 2006)

A woman slunk by in an exact replica of Princess Leia’s slave girl costume from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, complete with metal bra and flimsy loincloth. A 30-something beefcake of a guy dressed as He-Man, from the cartoon Masters of the Universe, did a Chippendales-inspired groin gyration while chanting, “I am power!” His girlfriend, in a She-ra, Princess of Power super-bikini, approached me, whispering lustfully, “Haven’t seen you since Club Sin.” “You’ve mistaken me for another shemale,” I replied politely. I tried to escape from You must perverts expressing their kink through sci-fi drag at Toronto Trek 20, a respectable Star Trek and science fiction convention. I wanted to look available in case any hot Klingons beamed in. In the ’80s, while the other Grade 8 boys were jerking off to sweet Debbie Gibson’s Electric Youth album cover or saccharine videos of Tiffany’s mall tour, I was wanking over Worf, Star Trek: The Next Generation’s animalistic, honour-bound stereotype of masculinity in a spandex uniform.

Never a hardcore Trekker, I watched the show because I was hot for Data –an android programmed with sexual capabilities – in my opinion, the most underused crew member. But mostly I lusted for Klingons, space Neanderthals with antiquated gender politics and forehead bumps, real rough-around-the-edges guys. Yes, there´s more…. »

A very interesting letter about me in the Letters page and a pic of me and drag queen Lena Over in the gossip page, Exposed!

When these were taken I clashed with Nakai Theatre’s photographer Omaar Reyna because I didn’t want to be photographed without a flash (which glamourizes its subject by blowing out details and flaws with light). But, now I love the production shots from the Yukon production of The Silicone Diaries. Taken in the stage’s light without any digital manipulation, I think these images reveal the signs of my body’s disparate flesh and silicone, its masculine and feminine features, as well as strength, fragility, strain, my 36 years of age, and beauty.

This interview was shot on the opening night of LG L’Oreal Fashion Week. It was the launch of David Dixon’s Barbie-inspired fashion line for real women as well as the 50th birthday party of Mattel’s best loved plastic doll. I was asked to represent Barbie that night.

Special thanks to the Klondike Institute of Arts and Culture for bringing me up to Dawson City. You have a beautiful town, and you’re presenting my play in a gorgeous room.