When I danced with a bandaged wrist in 2008, one week after surgery, I guess I was performing the abject, penetrable body. I was on heavy painkillers and danced to music I had never heard before – a reprisal of my performance piece ‘Me Against the Music’. I don’t really know what happened (do you ever when you perform), but I do know that my friend was cross with me for making her worry – she thought I was pushing my body too hard and wouldn’t feel it because of the painkillers. I have photographs, I never saw the video – too hard to get hold of. There I am, in clothes chosen for there ease of pulling on, with my arms outstretched with a huge bulging blob on the end of my right arm. The class performance evening was re-scheduled from the week before, because I fell and broke my wrist in three places as I warmed up in F200 in CalArts, half an hour before the original performance evening was due to start.