To loving tension, no pension ( Read more... )

Because...Broadway is a very special place,
filled with very special people,
people who can sing and dance, often at the same time!
They are a different people, a multi-talented people,
a people...who need people...and who are, in many ways, the
luckiest people in...the world. I'm sorry sire, but we don't stand a chance.

Spamalot makes me

you know, i can't even imagine having a significant other right now. but there are still certain things that you grow accustomed to, that you miss when they're gone. i miss having a hand to hold. and i miss having a shoulder to lean on. i miss having someone to cry to, and talk to, and relate to. i miss feeling like i'm not annoying. i miss ( Read more... )

this morning, my father tried to tell me that homosexuality was like mental retardation.

there is no way that i am related to these people.

Today has been strange, and I still feel like there is a fog hovering over my brain. I awoke this morning unable to drag myself up and into the world. Ah, the happiness that the permission for extra time brings me. So I slumbered on, and woke late, still unwilling to rise, but with the persistent nagging that now follows me endlessly, whispering to ( Read more... )

Racing this clock is a difficult business that requires years of practice, patience, and the ability to store up mass amounts of emotion. perhaps this is why i so enjoy the stage. i have a whole filing cabinet full of emotions to pick and choose from. and when i finally release, no one questions the hateful words, the raw sadness, the flaming ( Read more... )

and i find myself glancing up at his touch, a slight flame playing upon my cheeks. i smile, and it's a different smile, because i am self-conscious about how it looks to him. i tease him, and he teases me. but he teases everyone, and i know that i am nothing more than a familiar acquaintance. and i am ok with this. but sometimes i still want him to ( Read more... )

i feel like i have an echo. and i don't like it.

and i'm worried about him.

and i miss being an innocent little kid. i want to be grown up, or a little naive kid, but this in-between stuff is killing me! blah. my time will come soon. sooner than i want probably.

but this weekend will kick. and that makes me happy. yes. :)

Our lips did not brush gently. It was a rough, passionate encounter. Your stubble scraped across my face, and contrary to most, it was refreshing. Our mouths opened and closed in this rythmic pattern, as I discovered you and you discovered me and we were together in this befuddled state. i can taste you, and see you, and smell you, and hear you. it ( Read more... )