Creepy Plushy Reunites With His Pervy Match, Moan Of Arc

Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc and Nate Hill aka Death Bear
Last weekend, Death Bear, who in a former incarnation was a pervy dolphin plushy who gave free lap dances and in real life is known as Nate Hill, the leader of the performance art group Club Animals, reunited with his obvious soul mate Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc — she’s got her own performance art group too called BabySkinGlove. I know, it’s all very confusing, annoying and pervy. The two used to date and Moan of Arc, apparently out of revenge, decided to stage a reunion of sorts: [via youngmanhattanite]
Near the end of a day visiting ten or so homes as the character I created Death Bear, (dressed in a black jumpsuit, black boots, a heavy, scary black bear mask, and carting off the objects that bring people pain), I was ambushed by one of my ex-girlfriends, Bailey Nolan aka Moan of Arc along with the performance art group she leads BabySkinGlove. That night, in the apartment, they did a performance intended only for Death Bear, and Bailey gave me a box containing the following (among other items):…
1. One of my tied off used condoms (with dried sperm crystals)
2. A swatch of her bloody bed sheet (blood from my testicles from an accidental, unfortunate hair clippers incident — the band-aid came off during sex)
3. A colored paper heart with one side glued her pubic (?) hair and the opposite side small bits of weed and perhaps specks of feces (?)
4. The complete collection of our text messages transcribed into eight pages or so
5. A Trey Songz CD
6. A figurine of two elephants in love
7. Letter to the ‚”Mother of My Death Bear”
8. A diary style drawing
9. Our married names written in different permutations
I am responding to this incident as Nate and not as the character Death Bear:
A little back story…I dated Bailey for about a month. My memory is terrible but I think it was about a month. I had to end it because I started to get feelings for her, and I knew that I should be with another girl that I’ve been dating off and on for seven years…. So that night, Bailey lured me (as Death Bear) to her friend’s apartment whose address I did not recognize.
Young Manhattanite has the full story, via Nate, of what went down. Here’s hoping these two realize they’re meant for each other.

A swatch of Moan’s bloody bed sheet






JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
Mona clearly knows what she’s doing. her talents are far superior to Death Bear’s.