Everywhere.ĭefining patriarchy as “men corroborating one another’s reality” for the ladies on The View. This is what it’s like on publication week for the memoir She Wants It, Jill Soloway’s latest disruption-seeking missile, and you don’t have to live in Los Angeles to hear Jill live and in person. Shelly’s message to Sarah is classic Pfefferman/Soloway: “Your Boundary Is My Trigger.” The show-stopper is a duet between Shelly, the Pfefferman/Soloway family matriarch, and daughter, Sarah, who’s desperately resisting her mother’s intrusiveness. Faith and friends preview songs from the final season of Transparent, which will end with a single feature-film-length musical. Jill and co-presenter Roxane Gay invite the audience to join their conversation about femininity, gender fluidity, and BDSM. The program unfolds, more feminist rally than book tour stop. “I’m getting used to them being gender nonbinary. “Let’s hear it for my sister,” Faith says. “We have lots of things to talk about that we’re too embarrassed to talk about alone, so we’re going to talk about them with you guys.” A gust of surprise blew through the theater’s 300-person crowd, but soon, the spectators joined the conversation.īack at the Largo, Faith plays the first notes of a musical interlude, Jill’s cue to exit the stage. “We have things in our relationship that we haven’t quite worked out yet,” Soloway told the audience, as Myles nodded their assent. I want him to know.” And Soloway’s brief, life-altering romance with poet Eileen Myles, first announced in the pages of The New Yorker, died as publicly as it lived, onstage at the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles. I don’t want to tell him the ways I need him. “I thought, I can’t believe this is the person to whom I will be married for the rest of my life. “I tried to push down the anger that Bruce hadn’t yet arrived to my birthday party,” Soloway writes. (Now ex-)husband Bruce takes a drumming for not quite showing up for his wife. Others, unspared, might have their own copies of Jill’s book dotted with Post-its, too. She came out with red-arrow Post-its on all the pages of Jill’s book that upset her.” “In Chicago, we had to put our mother on the stage. Jill’s older sister, Faith, poised at the piano, laughs into the mic. Center stage at the Largo, Jill Soloway pumps two fists in the air, drawing cheers from the packed house.