I had an audition today for something called PlayFair, run by these Screaming Queens who tour college campuses talking about the importance of fairness, acceptance and being helpful and non-judgmental. Basically your typical grade 2 morality play, except somehow gayer. It actually went well, but THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I WOULD EVER TAKE THIS JOB, apparent sexuality of the organizers aside.
Why?
Because it would be a complete betrayl of everything I hold dear.
It makes Tony and Tinas seem like a XXX double feature in comparison.
My recent work with Leaky Heaven Circus was all about the grotesqueness in all of us, a a celebration of the bodily sounds, fluids and desires that the effete bourgoise find crude, but this claptrap seemed like a thinly veiled recruitment campaign for the Promise Keepers, a grownups version of Barney, I love you, you love me, let's all eat pablum and give each other shoulder massages.
It made me sick, and all of my fellow auditionees were these motivational-speaker types, some of whom worked as 'personal coaches', it seemed.
Well I've known some personal coaches, and my own personal coach, Jake has more edginess and charisma on his worst day than these schmucks do when competing for a gig.
If I do get a call to schlep for this outfit, think my response will be 'thanks, but no thanks.'
Unless they pay 6 figures.
Every man has his price.
...I figure for that, I could go at least 6 mos. before being discovered as a phony.
me
3 comments:
You cynical, shit-disturbing, insensitive iconoclast. HOW DARE YOU mock the love these people have to offer. And where is any of this gay, as in homosexual? I can't remember the last time I met a gay person who displayed any of the behavior you described. Homophobe!
Seriously,you and I have various discussions(or rather, arguments) about various things performance, creative, and art-related. We, um, don't always agree. But I dig the discussions. Don't ever change. I like it when you get into no-B.S.,raising-hell mode.
This here is the perfect example of why I have certain "blocks" when it comes to personal coaching and self-help books. Whoever invented the"sit in a circle and rub each others shoulders" thing should be strung up and have bananas inserted into various orifices.
It's not that they're all BS, you just need to find the right ones. See today's blog.
Absolutely, hence my tarot readings with Arwen.
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