I lived in the Lower East Side in 1979. I moved from Calif. and declared myself to be an artist. Someone asked me to do a performance at a place called Armageddeon. I didn’t play music or sing but accepted the offer. I had some eggs at home and I thought, you know, that was a nice prop. I had been reading “Story of the Eye”, and looking at pictures from the Vienna Action Group. I did gymnastics as a teen so I could stand on my head. It seemed humorous to me to stand on my head and have someone smash an egg onto my vagina for my show. I didn’t have much of a costume on and felt vulnerable.