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Saturday, April 29, 2006
Love is...
...not sleeping because he didn't come home.
...worrying.
...driving around WEHO for over an hour looking.
...opening a store even when you think your world is falling apart.
...trying to keep your composure when inside you want to scream.
...hoping that ambulance wasn't meant for him.
...hugging him tight when he finally comes home.
...not sleeping because he didn't come home.
...worrying.
...driving around WEHO for over an hour looking.
...opening a store even when you think your world is falling apart.
...trying to keep your composure when inside you want to scream.
...hoping that ambulance wasn't meant for him.
...hugging him tight when he finally comes home.
Back In the Day
Recently, there have been some "talents" that I've been wanting to practice. I went to an art exhibition and I realized that a lot of my talents have been pretty dormant.
When was the last time I danced Pandanggo Sa Ilaw? When was the last time I sang a broadway solo? When was the last time I stressed over learning a hip hop piece? I just feel like my creativity is fading away. I'm feening for a post-performance high. I'm craving a challenging performance.
I guess my Los Angeles part of me wants to be a performer of some sort.
Whatever.
I think I'll continue moping around...
Recently, there have been some "talents" that I've been wanting to practice. I went to an art exhibition and I realized that a lot of my talents have been pretty dormant.
When was the last time I danced Pandanggo Sa Ilaw? When was the last time I sang a broadway solo? When was the last time I stressed over learning a hip hop piece? I just feel like my creativity is fading away. I'm feening for a post-performance high. I'm craving a challenging performance.
I guess my Los Angeles part of me wants to be a performer of some sort.
Whatever.
I think I'll continue moping around...
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Another Reason Why I Like Avenue Q
This is an article that caught my attention and it fed my jones for having a voice for those who want to speak out and cannot be heard.
Avenue Q creator has had enough of Leno's gay jokes
Jeff Whitty, the gay author of the hit Broadway play Avenue Q, grew tired of hearing Jay Leno's tired gay jokes. So he decided to let the host of NBC's Tonight Show know exactly why those jokes are in poor taste. What follows is a letter he sent to Leno this past week:
Dear Mr. Leno,
My name is Jeff Whitty. I live in New York City. I'm a playwright and the author of Avenue Q, which is a musical currently running on Broadway. I've been watching your show a bit, and I'd like to make an observation:
When you think of gay people, it's funny. They're funny folks. They wear leather. They like Judy Garland. They like disco music. They're sort of like Stepin Fetchit as channeled by Richard Simmons.
Gay people, to you, are great material.
Mr. Leno, let me share with you my view of gay people:
When I think of gay people, I think of the gay news anchor who took a tire iron to the head several times when he was vacationing in St. Martin. I think of my friend who was visiting Hamburger Mary's, a gay restaurant in Las Vegas, when a bigot threw a smoke bomb filled with toxic chemicals into the restaurant, leaving the staff and gay clientele coughing, puking, and running in terror. I think of visiting my gay friends at their house in the country, sitting outside for dinner, and hearing, within hundreds of feet of where we sat, taunting voices yelling "Faggots!" I think of hugging my boyfriend goodbye for the day on 8th Avenue in Manhattan and being mocked and taunted by passing high school students.
When I think of gay people, I think of suicide. I think of a countless list of people who took their own lives because the world was so toxically hostile to them. Because of the deathly climate of the closet, we will never be able to count them. You think gay people are great material. I think of a silent holocaust that continues to this day. I think of a silent holocaust that is perpetuated by people like you, who seek to minimize us and make fun of us and who I suspect really, fundamentally wish we would just go away.
When I think of gay people, I think of a brave group that has made tremendous contributions to society, in arts, letters, science, philosophy, and politics. I think of some of the most hilarious people I know. I think of a group that has served as a cultural guardian for an ungrateful and ignorant America.
I think of a group of people who have undergone a brave act of inventing themselves. Every single out-of-the-closet gay person has had to say, "I am not part of mainstream society." Mr. Leno, that takes bigger balls than stepping out in front of TV-watching America every night. I daresay I suspect it takes bigger balls to come out of the closet than anything you have ever done in your life.
I know you know gay people, Mr. Leno. Are they just jokes to you, to be snickered at behind their backs? Despite the angry tenor of my letter, I suspect you're a better man than that. I don't bother writing letters to the "God Hates Fags" people, or Donald Wildmon, or the pope. But I think you can do better. I know it's The Tonight Show, not a White House press conference, but you reach a lot of people.
I caught your show when you had a tired mockery of Brokeback Mountain, involving something about a horse done up in what you consider a "gay" way. Man, that's dated. I turned the television off and felt pretty fucking depressed. And now I understand your gay-baiting jokes have continued.
Mr. Leno, I have a sense of humor. It's my livelihood. And being gay has many hilarious aspects to it—none of which, I suspect, you understand. I'm tired of people like you. When I think of gay people, I think of centuries of suffering. I think of really, really good people who've been gravely mistreated for a long time now.
You've got to cut it out, Jay.
Sincerely,
Jeff Whitty
New York, N.Y.
This is an article that caught my attention and it fed my jones for having a voice for those who want to speak out and cannot be heard.
Avenue Q creator has had enough of Leno's gay jokes
Jeff Whitty, the gay author of the hit Broadway play Avenue Q, grew tired of hearing Jay Leno's tired gay jokes. So he decided to let the host of NBC's Tonight Show know exactly why those jokes are in poor taste. What follows is a letter he sent to Leno this past week:
Dear Mr. Leno,
My name is Jeff Whitty. I live in New York City. I'm a playwright and the author of Avenue Q, which is a musical currently running on Broadway. I've been watching your show a bit, and I'd like to make an observation:
When you think of gay people, it's funny. They're funny folks. They wear leather. They like Judy Garland. They like disco music. They're sort of like Stepin Fetchit as channeled by Richard Simmons.
Gay people, to you, are great material.
Mr. Leno, let me share with you my view of gay people:
When I think of gay people, I think of the gay news anchor who took a tire iron to the head several times when he was vacationing in St. Martin. I think of my friend who was visiting Hamburger Mary's, a gay restaurant in Las Vegas, when a bigot threw a smoke bomb filled with toxic chemicals into the restaurant, leaving the staff and gay clientele coughing, puking, and running in terror. I think of visiting my gay friends at their house in the country, sitting outside for dinner, and hearing, within hundreds of feet of where we sat, taunting voices yelling "Faggots!" I think of hugging my boyfriend goodbye for the day on 8th Avenue in Manhattan and being mocked and taunted by passing high school students.
When I think of gay people, I think of suicide. I think of a countless list of people who took their own lives because the world was so toxically hostile to them. Because of the deathly climate of the closet, we will never be able to count them. You think gay people are great material. I think of a silent holocaust that continues to this day. I think of a silent holocaust that is perpetuated by people like you, who seek to minimize us and make fun of us and who I suspect really, fundamentally wish we would just go away.
When I think of gay people, I think of a brave group that has made tremendous contributions to society, in arts, letters, science, philosophy, and politics. I think of some of the most hilarious people I know. I think of a group that has served as a cultural guardian for an ungrateful and ignorant America.
I think of a group of people who have undergone a brave act of inventing themselves. Every single out-of-the-closet gay person has had to say, "I am not part of mainstream society." Mr. Leno, that takes bigger balls than stepping out in front of TV-watching America every night. I daresay I suspect it takes bigger balls to come out of the closet than anything you have ever done in your life.
I know you know gay people, Mr. Leno. Are they just jokes to you, to be snickered at behind their backs? Despite the angry tenor of my letter, I suspect you're a better man than that. I don't bother writing letters to the "God Hates Fags" people, or Donald Wildmon, or the pope. But I think you can do better. I know it's The Tonight Show, not a White House press conference, but you reach a lot of people.
I caught your show when you had a tired mockery of Brokeback Mountain, involving something about a horse done up in what you consider a "gay" way. Man, that's dated. I turned the television off and felt pretty fucking depressed. And now I understand your gay-baiting jokes have continued.
Mr. Leno, I have a sense of humor. It's my livelihood. And being gay has many hilarious aspects to it—none of which, I suspect, you understand. I'm tired of people like you. When I think of gay people, I think of centuries of suffering. I think of really, really good people who've been gravely mistreated for a long time now.
You've got to cut it out, Jay.
Sincerely,
Jeff Whitty
New York, N.Y.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
M <3 NY
I can't even begin to tell you about my vacation. I'm not even going to tell you in detail because it seems that people are surprised with what I did and didn't do over my time span there. My vacation's goal was reached. Though I had a list of where to go, I wasn't about to kill myself trying to cross each one of them off. It kind of annoyed me that people kept handing me their "wouldaahouldacouldas" about my vacation. It eludes them that all I wanted was a time away from home.
No, I didn't go to the observation deck of the Empire State Building.
No, I didn't go to see the Statue of Liberty.
No, I didn't go to Rockafeller Center.
No, I didn't go to Serendipity.
No, I didn't go to Central Park.
Yes, I had a great time.
Yes, I was relaxed.
Yes, I spent a lot of money on good food, alcohol and awesome clothes.
Yes, I went to see Rent and Avenue Q.
...and between you and me, that's all that matters to me.
I would rather be in NY and be relaxed; enjoying it my way. Besides, I can go do the more touristy things again later. It'll be a good excuse to come back and visit NY again.
It's good to be home, but just like any vacation...it just never seems to be long enough.
I haven't decided whether or not I should post pictures. ha.
I can't even begin to tell you about my vacation. I'm not even going to tell you in detail because it seems that people are surprised with what I did and didn't do over my time span there. My vacation's goal was reached. Though I had a list of where to go, I wasn't about to kill myself trying to cross each one of them off. It kind of annoyed me that people kept handing me their "wouldaahouldacouldas" about my vacation. It eludes them that all I wanted was a time away from home.
No, I didn't go to the observation deck of the Empire State Building.
No, I didn't go to see the Statue of Liberty.
No, I didn't go to Rockafeller Center.
No, I didn't go to Serendipity.
No, I didn't go to Central Park.
Yes, I had a great time.
Yes, I was relaxed.
Yes, I spent a lot of money on good food, alcohol and awesome clothes.
Yes, I went to see Rent and Avenue Q.
...and between you and me, that's all that matters to me.
I would rather be in NY and be relaxed; enjoying it my way. Besides, I can go do the more touristy things again later. It'll be a good excuse to come back and visit NY again.
It's good to be home, but just like any vacation...it just never seems to be long enough.
I haven't decided whether or not I should post pictures. ha.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Make It Work
Okay, ever since project runway...i've been feening to design some sort of garment. hahaha. I mean, I can't sew but at least I can sort of draw. A friend of mine asked me to design a dress for her. The final result was a fusion between our ideas and a dress by Versace. I'm not the next American designer but hey...it was fun to do.
I hope she likes it. *sigh*
Okay, ever since project runway...i've been feening to design some sort of garment. hahaha. I mean, I can't sew but at least I can sort of draw. A friend of mine asked me to design a dress for her. The final result was a fusion between our ideas and a dress by Versace. I'm not the next American designer but hey...it was fun to do.
I hope she likes it. *sigh*
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