The Wiki page says enough (too much, really), but in brief, I'm best known as the organ-shredder(!) in the No Wave band The Contortions, the hell-fire-spitting provocateur of Lizzie Borden's Born in Flames, and lead singer of the first out & queer all-female punk-funk band, The Bloods. My alleged infamy springs from both truths and spurious tales. And contrary to what most internet music sites claim, I was not born in Germany.
How do I spend my time today? Telling stories. Helping others tell theirs, too. Forever learning how to weave a stronger, finer fabric.
Way back when (ancient herstory — the mid-to-late 1970s and 1980s) I was half-Piaf, half-Hemingway, wishing I could sing and write as well as both whilst dancing and brawling my way through Cleveland, New York, Berlin, Amsterdam, London and points beyond. Wrestling in public with quite a few demons I should have dragged into a therapist's office taught me a thing or two. I've calmed down considerably, have shred the binary and am armed anew with a benevolent four-letter weapon. Call me he, call me she; I will not shame you for mis-gendering me. Because you can't! This Pan needs to go ninja Houdini, often, but do check in now and then and I'll try to stay up to date on current events, thoughts, & meanderings.
Freedom. At all costs freedom. I do come out of hiding now and again, given the right lure.
Do you dance? I do, as much as possible. You never know when a girl might be called upon to break out her Viennese Waltz.
Here are a few videos of me performing in the 'olden days'.
Once I was a boy… or was I always pan-gender? 1978 dancing with Janet Stein at Nan Goldin's loft, being filmed by Vivienne Dick. That's Nan in the BG snapping away.
If you move the cursor a good ways away from each featured photo, it won't be obscured by the horrid pink veil.