As a woman of Southern birth, I have waded through hip-deep misogyny for decades. As the child of a bigot, I have heard every entry in the racist handbook. As an artist & a performer, I have been suspected sight unseen. The sea of red hatred & the weight of the boot atop my head has come swaddled in the syrup of ironic politeness & sweet sayings. The vintage aesthetic of my art, the expected structure & hackneyed rhyme offer an “I see you”, if you will, with a spoonful of sugar.
My name is R.L. Gibson, I’ve spent my life in creative pursuit as a writer, performer and studio artist. Now in my mid forties, I have a glimpse of my best self and am in hot pursuit without any surviving interest in the size of my ass or productivity of my uterus. Catch me if you can.“ — R.L. Gibson