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When David Met Sym

By David Estlund, Fri., Sept. 5, 2014

Sym Prole's various and sundry personas, including Queerbomb cutie, Merci Killingspree, and other disturbing iterations
Sym Prole's various and sundry personas, including Queerbomb cutie, Merci Killingspree, and other disturbing iterations
Photos by Devaki Knowles
When David Met Sym

I met Sym in 2010 at one of his Tranarchy parties. Or was it Bearracuda? I certainly saw him make his debut as drag terrorist Merci Killingspree at Tranarchy; I think it was the first onstage abortion I'd ever witnessed. He's subversive, astute, and unafraid. Even his merchandising and window display shenanigans at his day/not-always-day job, Tapelenders/Package Menswear, show a gleeful, delirious creativity that doesn't shy away from rattling people's chains. The delightfully raunchy drag shows he co-produces with the Poo Poo Platter crew have taken heat for being transphobic, misogynistic, racist, and even classist, as their art unabashedly pokes every institution under the sun with a 12-inch dildo. He could be a straight-passing, white-passing, neg-passing miserable sunuvabitch, but he chooses not to. It's punk rock in extremis, it takes brass ones, and it matters.

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