photo: Dan Mandell

Any big ideas for your hypothetical last day in New York?

The ideal last day would be Lady Jaye* and I walking around Soho, and all the windows in all the shops would shatter and we could just take what we wanted, and we'd have a nice roomy car to bring everything home in.

Where would you shop?

Well, with pandrogyny, a whole new vista has opened up to me: lingerie. Agent Provocateur-God, that's fun, that's pleasure. The first time I went to Victoria's Secret and was fitted for a bra, I thought, this is so much fun! To be accepted in that intimate, private women's realm . . . I felt very honored. It's fun for Lady Jaye and I because we now have the same waist size, bra size, shoe size, etc. And I love shoes—especially Prada—and I want a power suit, a '40s-style Vivienne Westwood power suit. Yumyumyum.

What about restaurants? Where would you eat?

At home, because Lady Jaye and I are on a raw-food diet. We buy most of our food at the farmers market in Union Square. Then there's Commodities on First Avenue; Jubb's Longevity, of course—the parfaits there are so yummy, a lot of our recipes are based on Jubb's; Trader Joe's, which can be quite worthwhile if you look at the labeling carefully; and Quintessence, on 10th Street between First and A. Oh, and the Odessa Restaurant. In '96, when I was still quite reclusive, I'd arrange for interviews there, and I've continued to go almost every week for 12 years. The main waiter calls me Cinderella. I'm not sure why.

With what famous New Yorkers (living or dead) would you want to spend it?

I'd like to spend some time with Yoko Ono. I remember how John Lennon was almost this abstract idea that people wanted to own, almost, and how resentful they were of her. She's so enigmatic. I think there's definitely enough depth there for a conversation. You know who else I'd like to chat with? Uma Thurman. I think she also has that underplayed, enigmatic style, and she's also the only of Timothy Leary's godchildren that I haven't met—the others being Winona Ryder and, of course, both of my girls.

Where would you stage your final performance in New York?

Prior to 9/11 we were going to have a show in this huge, cavernous space under the Brooklyn Bridge—and then all of a sudden no one wanted a bunch of people under the bridge, you know? But I'd still love to have a show there. I picture a waterfall of blood, gathering in a pool of bright red, and we'd perform on submerged planks so that it looked like we were walking on blood.

What would you do after the show?

The ideal after-party would be for the members of PTV3 and their loved ones—"The One True TOPI Tribe"—to come back here to the Gates Institute and exchange life stories. And cuddles. Perhaps we'd come up with an idea to celebrate the end. It also might be a good idea for everyone to be naked, and agree to some form of declaration toward the future.