In 1977, in Rio, I lost a lot of weight naturally. Running from the soldiers or the police, tear gas, horror stories of torture made me paranoid.
I think in the photo below, my spoof of infomercials for the old and /or lonely, I was tired from climbing a 2,400 ft. mountain, scorning model posing, on purpose showing my rib cage. I weighed 99-105 lbs. Never barfed or stopped eating heartily. I am a foodie for real. All this wind , piss and excitement about celebs makes me sick.
The thing was to impress people with my smarts. This odious practice has never changed in my personality make-up. There was too much personal attack in NYC and Rio. Spic and Gringa. So I was snooty and I am am am, Dr. Seuss wouldn't say that this way.
I despised the school that graduated elementary school teachers and became one. I was a nothing compared to all my beautiful friends. The USA has been good to me. I suffer a different type of pain. Purposeful ignorance and a different form of racism. I'm happier here.
I would say I was only self-assured, not bored, in this photo. I'd just turned thirty. September 2, 1982. NYC Labor Day Parade, West Indies Day Parade, lots of quinquillarie to buy at stands whose vendors played with their strong hair, with colors, with beads, all the stuff you've see in docus.. It was a quite manic phase in my life. Teaching 70 hrs. a week, bar hopping just to talk to people.
Check out, your Tina Oiticica Harris at the Botanical Garden, supermanic, in Queens, at age 30.©Photo by BPS, ©writing by Anarchic _Universe, 2007.
Please play what I am at age 55: A Little Dinosaur ;-)
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