Women Do Not Poop

Filmmaker's note

The life of an artist is one mired in absurdity, a rollercoaster of opulence and poverty, pride and pity, sensual pleasure and unbearable pain. Women Do Not Poop is a short ode to anybody who dares to live as an artist, who dares to dream, be their dreams lofty and delusional or humble and attainable. As a person who has committed to a life in the arts, I have found myself longing to share the wonder it is to behold this absurdity, the need so deeply to spend one’s time doing something that is so effervescent and arbitrary. I don’t know any self-identifying artist who has not, at some point, reduced themselves to the barest scraps of their own dignity in pursuit of this dream. In contrast, there are few greater joys in life than sitting down and letting go of what our body no longer needs. Contemporary life often obfuscates our relationships with our bodies, with the most core elemental necessities, but we all shit. This story is a trans story because trans people experience this necessity at a level of heightened absurdity in contemporary life, and because it is that much funnier to watch somebody who needs a bathroom try to find one when the world doesn’t know which one to send her to. Far from an act of representation, I and my trans collaborators would simply like to share with you a jolly little tale from our messy little brains, with the hope of making you laugh, and maybe think for a moment. For you, like all of us, poop too.