Capturing last night one click at a time
“Happy Halloween everyone!” exclaimed Sharon Needles after being crowned winner of RuPaul’s Drag Race last night.
In a finale that was more glamorous than the show itself, Ru and her girls reunited and dished out some drama from the season. We finally found out that Willam was disqualified from the show for having some hanky panky with her boyfriend . Latrice Royale was named Miss Congeniality, and it was also announced that she would be the newest professor on spin-off show RuPaul’s Drag U. Jiggly Caliente called off Phi Phi O’Hara for talking behind her back in an teary-eyed confrontation. It was certainly a show!
Now, let the music play, and see Sharon winning the whole race below:
This is one of the most satisfying, on-target, productions of A Streetcar Named Desire that I have seen. I am more than a little obsessed with both Tennessee Williams and New Orleans, and Emily Mann’s finely calibrated production has gotten both the locale and the author’s style exactly right. Streetcar follows former school teacher Blanche DuBois (Nicole Ari Parker), as she’s forced to move in with her sister Stella (Daphne Rubin-Vega) and her brutish husband Stanley (Blair Underwood).
Two and a half years ago I sat down at a laptop at my local Upper East Side Starbucks on November 1st, 2010, Day One of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).
I had done no planning, no preparing (it’s against the rules).
All I had was a blank screen, and a panicking brain.
WHAT would I write about? Well… uh… gotta make up a character, right? But who? Well, my good friend Chris had just landed at JFK yesterday, suitcases in hand. He was moving to NYC to “start over” after spending many years in Los Angeles.
Okay, I thought. My main character just moved to NYC from LA. Why? What would he do? Why would it matter?
Well, those questions turned into a 50,000 word novel (that I finished 4 days before the end of NaNoWriMo… score!)
Over the next 2 years I would triple the size of the book, cut it in half, double it again, and cut it in half once more. I posted each chapter as a blog that (not intentionally) convinced a large portion of gay Manhattan that “Gulliver” was an actual person. They were convinced they saw him at clubs and on the street. They asked him out on dates and offered him jobs. In the end, one thing was apparent: lots of people became very, very invested in him. They cared about him. They sympathized with and found commonalities in him.
My gut said I had something here. My mind said “you’ve written over 13 novels since you were 12… what makes you think THIS one will be any more worth it than the rest of that crap?”
Don’t you just hate going to amazing clubs only to find that the DJ sucks Satan’s balls? I suppose I’m being unfair by being so harsh but seriously…WTF?! As most of you know, I’ve been to numerous clubs and have interacted with numerous people in all sorts of fields. As of lately, I’ve become really good friends with a specific DJ JJ Lanz, because he plays appropriate music for any crowd. He’s truly talented. I’m just saying.