Teri Suarez doesn’t like to talk about her penchant for losing control, but if asked, she will recall when it first began happening.
It was long before the hard-hitting, Mexican American songwriter ever took the stage covered in blood — the blood was most often fake (except when she used real pig blood) — and even before that 2009 Mexico City show where she licked the hands and arms of every audience member despite a countrywide swine flu epidemic.
She was 12 or 13 when it started, a victim of bullying at a middle school in Denver. One particular boy liked to tell her she was fat — “piggy,” to be exact. Without thinking, she grabbed the nearest lunch tray, swung it and connected it to the boy’s face.
"He was knocked down to the floor," she relayed this month, sitting cross-legged at a recording studio in Silver Lake. "I kicked him in the stomach. I kicked him. I kicked him and screamed at him. The teachers came up to me and pulled me off.
"From that day forward people would say, ‘You don’t want me to pull "the Teri" on you.’"
An alter-ego was born.