If you were wondering if there ever would or could be a Philadelphia riposte to Sex and the City, you need look no further than the Philly Free School. A little coyness would seem to be appropriate, because we were always about doing serious work, and having our work be taken seriously. But as I have written about Mary on Art Recess 2, we were all extremely serious about playing, being players, too. If you want to stick us with the geek mold for having been classicists, you are going to have to get the fuck out of our way. We played, played for real, and played for keeps. About matters of the flesh, Mary was a gaming avatar. The city that gave some real kids, like Mary and I, a stage on which to really play happens to be Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, babes. New York up close is a chastity belt kind of place. We spent the Aughts with steam coming off the streets, out of the bars, issuing even from the galleries. The whole game, as this piece addresses, starts for Mary and I in the Nineties. As we learned the ropes, subconsciously we knew we would be ready for each other. And for whoever else came along.
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