Naked On Manhattan is, decidedly, a more explicitly comedic take on the themes Abigail has previously explored in her performances as her radically queer, punk-feminist giantess alter-ego “Nancy”. Written as an experimental scratch monologue to test out performative and thematic concepts for her eventual full-length solo show The Giantess Speaks, Naked on Manhattan hones in on exploring the notion of the American skyscraper, and twentieth-century and contemporary American cityscapes as exemplified by the iconic, and ever-evolving skyline of Manhattan Island, as “sexed” entities and environments specifically constructed — both literally and socio-politically — to reinforce strict binary and patriarchal sexual hierarchies, amongst other social divisions which continue to plague contemporary Western societies under capitalism, and which are woven through the fabric of its metropolitan ecosystems.
Drawing its theoretical underpinnings predominantly from Dolores Hayden’s 1977 essay Skyscraper Seduction/Skyscraper Rape, which details the evolution of the American skyscraper’s coding as a physical statement of masculine virility, of the social and economic dominance — gendered, rendered phallic — of the titans of American industry and capitalism who funded their construction as physical testaments to their might, Naked On Manhattan invites us to imagine a world in which hypermasculinised American capitalism, as represented by the skyscrapers of New York City, does not fuck the marginalised folk lurking at the foot of these literal representations of Western economic, social, and sexual hierarchies, but in which the marginalised are able to fuck them back. Prompted by the discovery of HY:XXX : A Luxury Real Estate “Developer Experience” — a collection of sex toys produced by NYC-based architectural design firm Wolfgang & Hite, modelled after the skyscrapers and architectural forms of the gentrifying Hudson Yards development on the western edge of Manhattan — Abigail’s aim in producing the script for Naked On Manhattan was to invite her audience to envision the metropolitan cityscape as an erotic playground for liberated, larger-than-life queer bodies, calling upon her audience to draw divergent, transgressive, rebellious, destructive, and liberatory sexuality out of the urban fabric by posing the question of whether they had ever considered that there was a building out there, somewhere in the world, that they might consider fucking themselves, before describing the city-sized Nancy’s own violently sexual love-hate affair with the island of Manhattan, and the (ironically) financially gatekept potential for the six-foot-seven Abigail to recreate the catharsis of destroying the phallic heart of American capitalism through fucking some fancy $6,000 silicone miniatures.
The original script for Naked On Manhattan can be viewed below in its original, experimental formatting.
Plain text version
SEE, I STILL DON’T GET IT. LIKE, WHY SPECIFICALLY THE SHARD?__________YEAH I GET YOU LOVE A GOOD, EXTRAVAGANT CRYSTAL STRAP-ON, AND___________YEAH, OKAY, SO THAT I DO UNDERSTAND. IT WOULD, IN FACT, BE REALLY FUCKING FUN TO HAVE A THOUSAND-FOOT LONG DICK THAT LIGHTS UP AT THE TIP, AND IT WOULD IN FACT MAKE ME ENVIOUS AS A GIANTESS WHO HAS TO MAKE DO WITH THIS NORMAL FLESHY FUCKING GIRLDICK THAT CAN’T EVEN DROWN A DOWNTOWN CITY BLOCK IN TRANNY JIZZ ANYMORE SINCE I STARTED ON HORMONES, BUT___________I MEAN, HAVE YOU CONSIDERED WHAT RAMMING A STRAP WHOSE HEAD LITERALLY HAS A RAZOR-SHARP TIP MADE OUT OF GLASS SHARDS WOULD DO TO THE CERVIX OF LITERALLY ANYBODY YOU SLEPT WITH___________OR SPHINCTER___________LIKE, JUST, Y’KNOW, I’D MAYBE JUST THINK ABOUT THE “RISK-AWARE” PART OF “RISK-AWARE CONSENSUAL KINK” BEFORE YOU GO THRUSTING THE FUCKING SHARD INSIDE ANYBODY AND CALLING IT KINKY. TRUST ME. EVERY POOR BASTARD WHO’D EVER HAVE HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF SHACKING UP WITH THAT ONE GIANT TRANS GUY WITH THE CUT-GLASS KNIFE DICK’S REALLY GONNA FUCKING THANK ME FOR THAT ONE_______________________________[TO THE AUDIENCE] IF I WERE TO ASK ANY OF YOU TO GIVE ME AN EXAMPLE OF A BUILDING YOU WOULD FUCK, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?___________THAT’S NOT A RHETORICAL QUESTION BY THE WAY. I WANT SOME OPINIONS. ON THE FLY. IF I WERE LITERALLY TO SAY TO YOU, “HMM, THAT BUILDING RIGHT THERE, THAT’S A PRETTY GODDAMN FUCKABLE BUILDING,” WHAT WOULD BE THE FIRST THING THAT POPPED INTO YOUR HEAD? [TO A SPECIFIC AUDIENCE MEMBER] YOUR HEAD, SPECIFICALLY. [WAIT FOR ANSWER, THEN IMPROV WITH CROWD]___________SEE, THIS HAS BASICALLY BEEN MY FAVOURITE GAME TO PLAY WITH FRIENDS, COLLEAGUES, UNSUSPECTING RANDOS RECENTLY. BECAUSE I GUARANTEE THAT THE VAST MAJORITY OF PEOPLE HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED BEFORE THAT THERE IS, IN FACT, A BUILDING SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD THAT THEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY SMASH. AND WHEN YOU ACTUALLY GET THEM TO THINK ABOUT IT, PEOPLE DO GET SUPER CREATIVE TRYING TO THINK OF WAYS TO EROTICALLY EXPERIMENT WITH THE BUILT ENVIRONMENT. YOU MIGHT THINK PEOPLE WOULD JUST THINK, “OH, EASY, I’D JUST UPROOT THE GHERKIN AND USE IT AS A HUGE GLASS DILDO,” STATE THE FUCKING OBVIOUS, BUT NO, THEY DREAM UP SO MANY WAYS TO FUCK SO MANY DIFFERENT BUILDINGS. LIKE, HELL, I’VE HAD PEOPLE SUGGEST TO ME STUFF LIKE USING THE COLISEUM AS A GIANT COCK RING BEFORE, Y’KNOW. STUFF I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF. IT’S A GREAT ICEBREAKER QUESTION AT PARTIES. “TELL ME ABOUT A BUILDING YOU’D REALLY LIKE TO FUCK.” A “BILF” IF YOU WILL. YOU SHOULD TRY IT SOMETIME.____________________BUT TONIGHT WE’RE GONNA TALK ABOUT WHAT IT ACTUALLY MEANS TO FUCK A BUILDING. TO FUCK A CITY. FUCK THE ENTIRE WORLD.__________________________________BUT FIRST THING’S FIRST, IN CASE THERE’S ANYONE HERE WHO’S NEVER MET ME BEFORE: HI, MY NAME IS NANCY, THE SEVEN-FOOT SLUT WITH THE SEVEN-FIGURE IQ. THE APOCALYPTIC SAPPHIC. THE DOOMSDAY DOMINATRIX. THE DEVIL-DYKE GIANTESS WHOM GOD HIMSELF CALLS MOMMY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING FLESH. AND YES, I DO LITERALLY SEXUALLY IDENTIFY AS A GIANTESS. NO JOKE. MY EROTIC FANTASIES DO SOLELY CONSIST OF IMAGINING MYSELF, AND MY POLYCULE OF OMNIPOTENT TITANIC GODDESS LOVERS, BEING BIGGER AND MORE POWERFUL THAN ANY OF YOU PATHETIC LITTLE MORTAL FUCKERS COULD EVER COMPREHEND. AND IF THERE IS ANYONE IN THE ROOM WHO HAS MET ME BEFORE, WELL, YOU KNOW FULL WHAT MY ANSWER’S GONNA BE WHEN IT COMES TO THE QUESTION OF “BUILDINGS I’D LIKE TO FUCK.” BECAUSE THERE IS ONE PARTICULAR EROTIC FANTASY TO WHICH MY GIANTESS LUSTS WILL ALWAYS BE SUPREMELY ADDICTED. A SINGLE LOVER TO WHICH I WILL FOREVER BE DEVOTED ABOVE ALL OTHERS. MANHATTAN ISLAND.___________________MANHATTAN FUCKING ISLAND. LOVER-BOY OF THE GIGANTIC SLUTTY GODDESS’ WILDEST FANTASIES. A THICK, VEINY, SEVEN-MILE SHAFT FORCEFULLY PENETRATING A COLOSSAL, SALIVATING VAGINAL SHEATH LUBRICATED BY THE WATERS OF THE HUDSON AND EAST RIVERS. A GREAT BIG ROCK- HARD GRANITE PRICK ALONG WHOSE ENTIRE LENGTH HAD BEEN ERECTED A THOUSAND SEDUCTIVE PHALLIC ANALOGUES IN STONE AND STEEL AND GLASS SWELLING, STIFF AND FIRM AND POWERFUL, TOWARD AN ALLURING, NAKED, SIREN SKY JUST BEGGING THEM TO THRUST INSIDE HER, TAKE HER, FUCK HER HARD, SHOW THAT LITTLE TROPHY-BITCH TEMPTRESS WHO’S THE FUCKING BOSS. AGGRANDISING THE IRRESISTIBLE VIRALITY AND THE PULSATING PROCREANT SPIRIT OF ALMIGHTY AMERICAN CAPITALISM AND THE SUPER-EGOS OF THE OLIGARCHS WHOM CAPITALISM SERVES. AN ENDLESS CITY OF DICKS THAT FUCKED THE AMERICAN CONTINENT, FUCKED THE WORLD, AND FUCKED THE LAND ON WHICH IT STANDS. AND A SWEET LITTLE FUCK-TOY FOR THE DISCERNING RADICALISED GIANTESS.______________A THOUSAND DELICATE LITTLE PRICKS FOR MY CUNT TO CONSUME, OR TO BE SWIRLED AROUND THE TIP OF MY TONGUE LIKE SO MANY SUGAR-SWEET LITTLE POPSICLES, BURSTING WITH MILLIONS OF MICROSCOPIC SERVANTS OF A MALEVOLENT STATUS QUO. A HYPERMASCULINE, LATE CAPITALIST, RAPIST MEGALOPOLIS FOR THIS ATOMIC BOMBSHELL BITCH TO STRADDLE AND GRIND INTO CONCRETE OBLIVION. CALL ME WEIRD FOR IT IF YOU LIKE, BUT I’M REALLY NOT KIDDING WHEN I SAY MY BIGGEST SEXUAL FANTASY IS TO FUCK NEW YORK CITY OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH IN THE NAME OF SLUTTY QUEER REBELLION. LIKE, FUCKING THE NERVE CENTRE OF IMPERIALIST CAPITALISM FROM HERE TO FUCKING ARMAGEDDON, PREFERABLY WHILE ALL OF THE WORLD’S QUOTE-UNQUOTE “SUPERPOWERS” ARE BUKKAKE-ING MY TITS WITH ATOMIC HELLFIRE JIZZ FROM THEIR INTERCONTINENTAL BALLISTIC CUMSHOTS, LIKE, OH MY FUCKING GOD! EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THAT’S NOT JUST THE HOTTEST FUCKING SHIT?________ BECAUSE TO THIS PROUD TITANIC HARBINGER OF DOOM WHO STANDS BEFORE YOU HERE TONIGHT, THESE EROTIC FANTASIES REPRESENT SO MUCH MORE THAN THE PROMISE OF MERE SEXUAL PLEASURE — THOUGH THEY’D STILL BE PERFECTLY FUCKING VALID EVEN IF THEY DIDN’T. TO FUCK MANHATTAN AND HIS SKYSCRAPERS INTO THE CRUMBLING, CONFLAGRATING EMBERS OF AN EMPIRE COLLAPSING BENEATH MY SOAKING WET CUNT WOULD BE AN ACT OF REVOLUTIONARY PLEASURE PRAXIS UNLIKE ANY THE WORLD HAD EVER SEEN. IF MY WRECKING-BALL CLITORIS WERE TO BULLDOZE THROUGH THESE BIG, MUSCULAR, MEGALITHIC THOUSAND-FOOT HORSE-COCKS ERECTED TO PROCLAIM THE MASCULINE POLITICAL AND ECONOMIC MIGHT OF THE WORLD’S MOST POWERFUL MEN, ERECTED TO PENETRATE AND DOMINATE A CITY GAGGING TO BE INSEMINATED WITH FAT, CREAMY LITERAL MONEY-SHOTS WHETHER ITS PEOPLE WANTED IT OR NOT — IF MY INCENDIARY, ANARCHIST SLIT WERE TO PLOUGH APOCALYPTIC TRENCHES OF SHATTERED GLASS AND TWISTED STEEL FROM CENTRAL PARK TO WALL STREET; IF MY GUSHING TSUNAMI-WAVES OF NECTAR WERE TO SLURRY THE DETRITUS AND RETURN IT TO THE SOIL — WOULD I NOT BE MAKING TENDER LOVE TO THE EARTH AS I FUCKED SO MUCH EXORBITANT WEALTH AND VIOLENT POWER OFF THE FACE OF HER?_______ WOULD THE SHOCKWAVES THIS WILD, QUAKING, CUMMING, DEVIANT MOUNTAIN OF REBEL-GRRRL FLESH SENT COURSING THROUGH THE CRUST OF THE PLANET NOT BE AS INSURGENT AS THEY ARE SEISMIC?____________________________________THE ANSWER IS “YES,” BY THE WAY. YES, ME FUCKING MANHATTAN INTO RUBBLE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE THE UTIMATE ACT OF REVOLUTIONARY PLEASURE ACTIVISM. IF I WERE ACTUALLY CAPABLE OF IT. IF ONLY I WERE REALLY THE OMNIPOTENT TITAN GODDESS MY RADICAL SEXUAL PROCLIVITIES WANT ME TO BE.______________________BUT APPARENTLY, THERE ARE SOME KINKY LITTLE FUCKERS DOWN IN NYC WHO HAVE SEEN FIT TO PROVIDE THE ASPIRATIONAL GIANTESS WHO DREAMS OF TAKING THE TOWN, IF YOU CATCH HER DRIFT, WITH A PERFECT SIMULACRUM. IF SHE HAS A SPARE $6,000 LYING AROUND, THAT IS.______ ‘HY: XXX: A LUXURY REAL ESTATE “DEVELOPER EXPERIENCE,”’ BY NEW YORK EXPERIENTIAL DESIGN FIRM WOLFGANG & HITE. SIX UNIQUE DILDOS MODELLED AFTER THE SKYSCRAPERS OF MANHATTAN’S ULTRA-AFFLUENT HUDSON YARDS REDEVELOPMENT, A THOMAS HEATHERWICK ARCHITECTURAL SCULPTURE TURNED RIBBED BUTT PLUG, AND A TEXTURED CLITORAL STIMULATOR BASED OFF AN EXTRAORDINARILY BOURGEOIS CONTEMPORARY CULTURAL CENTER WITH A WEIRD-ASS SLIDING ROOF._____________________SO IF YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WOULD ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE TO FUCK A BUILDING, TO FUCK A CITY, TO FUCK CAPITALISM ITSELF, ALL THIS COULD BE YOURS FOR THE COST OF EXACTLY ONE SQUARE FOOT OF BILLIONAIRE REAL ESTATE DEVELOPER STEPHEN M. ROSS’ VERY OWN HUDSON YARDS PENTHOUSE APARTMENT. AND Y’KNOW___________I DON’T KNOW ABOUT ANY OF YOU LITTLE FUCKERS, BUT, WELL_______________I DEFINITELY DO...