Who is BEX?

Who is Bex?
1. With an x, not the beer.
2. Like sex, but with a b. Buzz buzz buzz.

Who is Bex?
Sometimes she plays the artstar game. Sometimes she plays the standup comic game.
Sometimes she rocks the rockstar game. And sometimes she plays the day job.
Bex is a writer/director of conceptual, social theatre.

Every moment of Bex’s life is a Happening.

Bex wants to be Woody Guthrie. Bex thinks she’s a superhero.

Bex is going to change the world - everyone is. Bex is leading a (r)evolution.

Bex believes in wonder above all else.

Bex believes the answers will come through quantum physics, a discipline that embraces uncertainty above all else.

Bex thinks she's magic.

Bex thinks everything she wants to happen will happen. So far, she’s batting 1000. Bex doesn’t really follow sports but thought the incongruity would be jarring.

Bex wants to change the way you think so you realize that dogma and rules are made to be broken.

Bex wants to say, “Every rule has an exception, including this one.” Bex also wants to say, “Rock!” as an interjection.

Bex loves to sing. Bex loves to rock out. Bex is smutty. Bex believes in honesty. Bex doesn’t believe in violence.
Bex thinks there is one universal law and that is: to kill another person is wrong. Because it is such a miracle that all these people exist - for one, the complete improbability of life itself, for another, the mutation-dependent evolution that produced sentient, communication-able beings, for another that your mom and dad fucked at the right second and it all worked and here you are. If you’re here, then you’re here for a reason. As is everybody. So killing defeats the purpose of uniqueness and individuality, and it is through the sharing of thought from unique individuals that we will evolve further, so, hey, bub - don’t kill. Dig?

Bex thinks that fear and ashamedness
are holding us back.

Bex is not ashamed of anything.

Conversely,Bex has no shame. Draw your own conclusions.

Bex is listening (and rocking out) to Bruce Springsteen right now.
Bex is not apologizing.

Bex is all about the wonder.

Bex likes stars because they represent wonder because
Bex sometimes thinks she’s also wonder woman.

Bex likes music. Bex does not eat meat, not for any righteous reasons but because the concept revolts her. Ick.

Bex is free.

Bex is happy.

Bex thinks a lot.

Bex says, “Here’s to the future.”

For the record, Bex would like to state that all parties involved in this war (aka SUCKFEST 99) need to stop for a sec and say, “Oh, yeah. Remember punk? Yeah, remember the summer of love? Oh, yeah. That was all about the nihilism inherent to the children of the atomic age. And then we were playing the deterrence game? Then all of a sudden there was a future again? Oh, yeah. The future’s really important.” And then they’ll realize, SUCKFEST 99 needs a clear goal and a finite solution so that the world can go infinitely (because, like, duh: it totally does) and that maybe someday soon we’ll all be happy and peaceful.

Bex thinks she’s crazy because she thinks she’s a prophet. Here’s to the future.

Bex’s faverave Things
Andy Kaufman. Woody Guthrie. Lenny Bruce. Abbie Hoffman. R.E.M. Dar Williams. Billy Bragg. Activism folk music. Twin Peaks. Roxy Music. Glam. Glitter. Wonder Woman. Ken Stringfellow. The Minus 5. Dana Carvey as Derek Stevens doing “Chopping Broccoli.” Andy Kaufman crying into conga playing. The eels. Jonathan Richman’s honesty. 356 Washington Street. F.L.A.F. David Byrne. Ann Powers. Greil Marcus. Bohemia. Lou Reed. Bebe Buell. Harry Belafonte and the Muppets singing “Turn the World Around.” God Only Knows. Sexy Sadie. Fool on the Hill (the book). Earl grey tea. Quantum physics. Buddhist principles. Wonder. Stars. Shiny things. Things that glow. To a bush? This must be the place. Favorite songs. Grindhouse. Surf Reality. Dialogue. Deconstruction. Allen Ginsberg. Soul Coughing. Dance. P.S. 122. Coffee. Camel lights. Tequila - it’s not an alcohol, it’s a drug. Girlie wrestling. Diet coke from a fountain. Straws. Vanilla stoli. Protein shakes. StrawberryPassionAwareness Fruitopia. Chardonnay. Bump ‘n’ Jump. Freecell. Brecht-in-theory. Grotowski. The Improbable Theatre Company. Power pop. Theatre de Complicite. Surreality. Hallucinations. Dreams. Wonder. Superheroes. Saving the world. The Jersey shore when you’re in high school. Slurpees. Artstars. Rock stars. Stars. Wonder. Spaceghost (my boyfriend) The Canadian bear from the Labatt blue commercials (my boyfriend) the Coca Cola polarbear (my boyfriend). Spiderman the ride at Islands of Adventure. The Zen of the Amusement Park. You are never trapped. Grok. Rock. Socks. A fox in a box with the pox. The Partridge Fambly. Vin Scelsa. Robin Williams when he was coked up. Toys, the movie. With Robin Williams acting coked up even tho he’s clean. Alf. Boys named Josh. Crayons. Cartoon kittycat. Spacetrain. Food of the future. Moisturizer. The Viking. E-mail. Janet Vodka. Hot Little Pieces of Ass. Spacehog. Glamglamglam. Caledonia. New York City. Wesleyan. The letter X. Freedom. Spirituality not religion. Some things can’t be explained. Phil Ochs. Civil liberties. Dance is not a crime. Smut. Power for the good. Revolution for the good. Change. Unfear. Unafraid. Be here now. Stop the widening. Lorne, I’m happy - Gilda

Bex doesn’t like:
Violence. Mean-ness. Organized religion. Pedantics. Organized spaces. Close-mindedness. Outdated tradition for tradition’s sake. Bad grammar in formal writing. When people say, “You can call Susan or myself,” or “Give it to Susan or myself.” Unironic pretention. Ageists. Boys who are intimidated by strong women. Girls who are jealous of strong women. Girls who don’t realize it’s okay to call themselves girls. People who are afraid of crazy people. Getting agitated over minutiae. People who judge without listening. People who are prejudiced but won’t admit it. Bigots. Homophobes. Anti-semites. Boys who think you’re just a conquest. Ick. Going to the doctor. Slippery Soap. Lace cookies. Mushrooms - the texture. Tomato juice. People who won’t admit that sometimes things are popular because they’re actually good. People who condemn all Top 40. Nonsmoking concerts. Babies crying.