“You should be wonder woman for Halloween!!” Mostly I was amazed that most people did not perceive that I was an impostor, and actually took me for the same person that had been in the booth earlier, even though we looked nothing alike, besides our superficial appearance. I could say anything, and be free of the judgement my avatar would assume. Being TC’s multiplicities was the most pleasing, to see how people became discombobulated when seeing more than one of us, but wanting to react the same way toward us, as if we were the same entity.
During my time as T.C. McGee, I was constantly reminded of a a phrase taken from the true T.C.’s own website: ‘I am a woman, just not this one.’ While at first unsettling, I did my able best to turn this rather dark revelation into a legitimate ‘out of body’ experience. It was my opportunity to play the aloof, self-assured, borderline disinterested artist I never quite had the guts or lack of social graces to be. Additionally, T.C. appeared to me to be tirelessly, perhaps even aggressively, sexually confident. I attempted to reflect this in my body language: tshirt casually hiked up over my hipbones, hinged at the waist for maximum visibility of cleavage, frequent licking of lips. Because T.C. does identify as a lesbian, I tried to direct most of these actions toward attractive women visiting ‘my’ booth. What most surprised me was that these advances went largely unreturned. Instead, I was approached, flirted with, and propositioned by at least a dozen men over the course of the two hours, despite my more restrained body language around them and frequent references to my homosexuality. If T.C. taught me anything, it would probably be this: 1) I’m a better liar, particularly on the spot, than I had anticipated (which may be concerning); 2) I’m too good at being straight; and 3) if I ever feel so compelled, I could probably pull off black hair.
People love that I’m from New York and want to talk about it more than I want to. I’m not even respoonding to this older man and he keeps reliving his “New York Life” for me in this booth.
Some people are intimidated when they see the walls and see me and quickly keep walking. Most moms would rush their children out of the booth as quickly as they stepped in.
Sunrising over metal building, sitting in small booth, my hair in my face.
Older men like me.
I don’t find them as interesting as they find me.
They all love ice cream. Every last one of them.
She is getting popular.
