HERPES is a performance about desire, STI's and fantasizing about the Duchess of Cambridge. It considers the ways in which we have been told that we either need to have a baby or stop banging the whole world. And if we don’t, we will, of course, get herpes.
HERPES asks: What happens when you dream of being pregnant only to wake up and find yourself giving birth to a bad shit? What happens when everyone around you is pregnant and they only talk about nappies, pushchairs and motherhood? Herpes is a show about wanting to be who you are, without a big belly.
HERPES departs from an anxiety to do with growing up and not wanting to settle down, or settle in; it deals with a refusal to get on with it, or get it together; it kind of says: I do not want to pull myself together, I do not want to come to my senses. I want to live my life as if it is mine – but it is mine, it is mine and yet I still struggle to come to terms with that fact and ignore my mother’s wishes, my father’s hopes for me, which are easily summed up: get a husband, a good job, have a baby, have a mortgage, be sensible, be sensible, be sensible.