I keep thinking of this play in terms of dissection.
An autopsy of memory.
A vivisection of life.
Surgery for the soul.
There will never be a more frank, personal play written. About anything. Ever.
One of the most important things is says about sexual assault/abuse is that we frequently don't realize it's happening. Or that it's happened.
Sex and touch are conflated with love.
Love is subsequently confused by and excised from those necessities.
Most importantly, FUKT is a brutality honest testament of survival, and celebration of the lives we build, after lifetimes of destruction...
I keep thinking of this play in terms of dissection.
An autopsy of memory.
A vivisection of life.
Surgery for the soul.
There will never be a more frank, personal play written. About anything. Ever.
One of the most important things is says about sexual assault/abuse is that we frequently don't realize it's happening. Or that it's happened.
Sex and touch are conflated with love.
Love is subsequently confused by and excised from those necessities.
Most importantly, FUKT is a brutality honest testament of survival, and celebration of the lives we build, after lifetimes of destruction.
Speak out!