The city makes me sweat, and it makes me hungry, and it makes me exhausted, and it makes me just want to fuck.
It weighs down on me and it takes me, and I can feel its fingers, its weight against my skin, and the pain is exhilarating and it crushes me and it tears me apart, slowly, limb by limb, and I feel as if I open like a plant, or a machine.
Samantha Ylva Beasley
Artist, 23, Fucking New York participant
I'm a person. I'm a woman. I have agency.
It didn't occur to me that it wasn't a feminist thing to do Fucking New York. Nursing is natural and awesome, and I'm proud of it. Yeah: feminist.
The word FUCKING is one of my favorite words. There's an ambiguity about what exactly it means, what it refers to, and how it is intended to be received. It's a perfect descriptor for this crazy fucking city that we live in. The diverse, stylish, slick, interesting, cool New York.