My gayness, much like Celine Dion, SARS, and the unfortunate trend of baby bangs (why, God, why?), knows no boundaries. So it was to my absolute delight that these past couple of weeks was chock-full of divadomity.
First there was Wicked. I had seen this the last time it was in San Francisco, during its pre-Broadway run (basically, a really really
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