Thanks to Clayton Patterson, “the great connector,” I met his friend Simon J. Heath the other day. Simon is an Australian-born filmmaker who’s in love with New York City. The latest evidence is “Ten Talk New York,” a fast-moving flick that features interviews with New Yorkers thinking out loud about sex, love, race, and death. They all tell stories, great stories. But for sheer entertainment …
… if I had to pick a favorite in the truth-telling department, I’d go with Kim Harris who identifies herself as “a black Jew from the Upper West Side, or rather a nice black Jewish girl from the Upper West Side.” Here’s some of what she had to say:
You know what New York guys seem to think? First of all, they think they can have a baby when they’re in their seventies. So they’re trying to fuck till they’re fifty-five. And even if they can’t fuck — and believe me, a lot of them can’t fuck — New York guys just sorta think that the world’s at their fingertips. I mean, so what if they piss me off. They can literally leave, go to the bar, and in a New York minute they can find somebody else who’s willing to go home, give them a blow job, and let them sleep on their couch because they’re homeless. I mean, it’s an actual problem. We’re all lonely. The reason why I sometimes fill that void with sex is because we’re out of love and sometimes sex feels close enough to love.
This dude fucking pulled out a vial of coke. We’re fucking around, and he pulled out a vial of coke and, y’know, put a line on his dick. He’s like, “There!” And I was like, “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” It was like the craziest — it was actually really kinda funny because I don’t sniff, I’m not a big drug user. But it was just like “What movie did you watch? What New York fantasy did you have that I’m about to do a line on your fucking dick?”
Seems to me she’s as sharp as Fran Liebowitz, no slouch in the truth department.