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Self-Abducting Hypocon was a violent defiguration of the body. It was the first solo Wade created in NYC after graduating from SNDO, Amsterdam. The piece was a 25-minute actionist brutal exorcism of non-belonging, with the underlying score asking: “How is it possible to escape the confines of one’s self?” Lying alone on stage, face up, head toward the audience, dressed in preppy business casual, he allowed an accumulation of wretched shockwaves to transform, retrograde, and hijack his body into disorientation.

The physical practice Wade developed was a nauseous mixture of behavior, emotion, and abstract physicality that denigrated any coherent conception of the body—let alone the free-flowing traditions of downtown dance. Language could not account for the feeling of wanting to escape the confines of one’s body when faced with intense shame after social interactions that produced rejection and ridicule. Nonetheless, this was the first thing he uttered or disposed of on stage.

Jenn Joy wrote of the piece, “the choreography of the 'nervous body'—a body searching to find and surpass its own limits through intense movements such as crawling, stumbling, crashing, and convulsing—attempted to escape from itself. On his hands and knees, in a crawling sequence that traversed cockroach, wind-up doll, submissive slave, and zombie, and as the live music grew deafening, Wade approached a low-hanging microphone to vomit the text written by the artist Marcos Rosales”
Sobriety reveals itself to be a much more pedantic phase. Enchanted bulimic. I am vomiting all that I have taken in for this lackadaisical potluck. It sublimates into a moment of empathy that makes it crystal clear. Tweaking my nipples to make sure that it is real. My lust is momentarily disabled. Sporadic interludes, sonatas of deceit. I take a pen and blacken out my eyes. Blacken them in with devastation. Still further I stick my finger up my ass, and touch myself from the inside. It is ice cold. I outline my asshole with a magic marker. I paint my teeth so that it looks like they’re missing, just like you are from my life. Suddenly the rug from under me turns a deep red.
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