Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Someone Made a Big Mistake. Huge. HUGE.
Sorry I've been absent. My current company bought the company that laid me off. So now 85 of my former coworkers are my new coworkers and I'm a hero at my new job for my knowledge of my former job! If I really stopped to think about it I'd get twisted.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Nap Rooms and Small Acts of Survival
I need to sit down for a bit, I said.
You know there’s a nap room? my friend replied.
Glorious!
I followed my friend thru a door down a short hall. Sharp left. There is was. A long and narrow room. Four bean bags. Lighting not dim but not bright. The base beat from the main room of the club below came up thru the floor. The brighter disco music from the bar down the halls permeated lightly as well.
Whoozy. I felt whoozy. It wasn’t as bad as I’d worried it could be. I laid down on the bean bag. I thrashed about a bit first like our dog does sometimes before settling into a spot. I’m big. Six foot three and more than 200 pounds. So the bean bag was disproportionate. I didn’t want to be greedy by taking more than one.
This felt safe. Like a place I could be for a while. My molly was peaking. Cresting. Overwhelming. Why doesn’t every club have a nap room?! I’d thought I’d thought that but I said it out loud. I said it out loud many times that night. Any many times after.
Tonite will be different. Tonite this whooziness will pass and I’ll stand up and rejoin the party. The party downstairs. Down the hall. Up on the roof. I just need some time. Some time in this nap room.
People rotated in a checked on me. Sat on a corner of the bean bag and talked or just sat. Other partiers came and went. Mummer mummer prattle tattle bahaha. I closed my eyes and listened.
Do you want an Adderall?
YES! Please.
My hope hoped that addy would be like a life preserver tossed out to me on a line. The addy will pull be back to land and I will be able to stand without the whoosh and the whoozy and rejoin the party.
And it did. I did. I leaned forward off the bean bag and my thighs and quads found my knees and my calves and my feet and I was upright again. Sturdily standing I put one foot in front of the other and left the nap room.
You know there’s a nap room? my friend replied.
Glorious!
I followed my friend thru a door down a short hall. Sharp left. There is was. A long and narrow room. Four bean bags. Lighting not dim but not bright. The base beat from the main room of the club below came up thru the floor. The brighter disco music from the bar down the halls permeated lightly as well.
Whoozy. I felt whoozy. It wasn’t as bad as I’d worried it could be. I laid down on the bean bag. I thrashed about a bit first like our dog does sometimes before settling into a spot. I’m big. Six foot three and more than 200 pounds. So the bean bag was disproportionate. I didn’t want to be greedy by taking more than one.
This felt safe. Like a place I could be for a while. My molly was peaking. Cresting. Overwhelming. Why doesn’t every club have a nap room?! I’d thought I’d thought that but I said it out loud. I said it out loud many times that night. Any many times after.
Tonite will be different. Tonite this whooziness will pass and I’ll stand up and rejoin the party. The party downstairs. Down the hall. Up on the roof. I just need some time. Some time in this nap room.
People rotated in a checked on me. Sat on a corner of the bean bag and talked or just sat. Other partiers came and went. Mummer mummer prattle tattle bahaha. I closed my eyes and listened.
Do you want an Adderall?
YES! Please.
My hope hoped that addy would be like a life preserver tossed out to me on a line. The addy will pull be back to land and I will be able to stand without the whoosh and the whoozy and rejoin the party.
And it did. I did. I leaned forward off the bean bag and my thighs and quads found my knees and my calves and my feet and I was upright again. Sturdily standing I put one foot in front of the other and left the nap room.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
August Wilson Wrote 10 Plays that Chronicle the 20th Century African-American Experience
This is a short piece I wrote about August Wilson Century Cycle published at Biography.com this week. Wilson wrote ten plays, each set in a different decade to tell collectively thru different stories the 20th century African-American experience in America.
Playwright Lorraine Hansberry's 'A Raisin in the Sun' as Black Activism
The first of my articles for Biography.com was published earlier this week. The assignment was to 800-100 words on the artist (Lorraine Hansberry) and the work (A Raisin in the Sun) - the cultural and historical context and continuing legacy and relevance.
...The Younger family is waiting for a $10,000 life insurance check resulting from the father’s recent death. The windfall represents a kind of liberation to the family with the central conflict over how to spend the money...
Monday, February 19, 2018
Drag - Rid the Id and Let the Ego Run Wild
Someone reminded me recently that while roaming the merch and seen-and-be-seen pathways of RuPaul's NYC DragCon 2017, my boyfriend managed to opine for Screening by Mashable: Day Jobs of Drag Queens
I ended up closing out the video with things I don't mind being quoted as saying.
"I hate to say something completely cliche but it's all drag."
"And at the end of the day we get to put on costumes and get rid of some of the id and let the ego run wild!"
I ended up closing out the video with things I don't mind being quoted as saying.
"I hate to say something completely cliche but it's all drag."
"And at the end of the day we get to put on costumes and get rid of some of the id and let the ego run wild!"
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