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Dec. 9th, 2007

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There's a local bar that Mrs. Cwabs enjoys going to because they don't card and some of her teenage theatre friends can get in and get plastered without fear of retribution--the last time I went there I got seated between two queens in their late twenties to late forties and the topic of conversation drifted to their (unacted-upon, I hope) desire to have sex with fourteen-year-old boys. Mrs. Cwabs, ever oblivious, sent me a text message asking why I wasn't having a good time. While there are a number of topics on which I can make sustained conversation, "Yay pedophilia" isn't one of them: I can't really even enter the conversation if you change it to the desire to screw young teenage girls; I tended to go for curvy intelligent womens, who generally don't make the scene until their twenties. Also, married.

I've been told that there were certain homophobic comments bandied about among younger members of the cast, the way young teenagers are prone to parrot the most shocking things that they've heard grown-ups say in order to get attention. As best I can tell (it's not like I ask), there are probably four gay men in the night cast, which makes the homophobic statements all the more hurtful, and one of them moved out of the dressing room on account of it, from what I'm told.

I say there are four gay men in the cast, but the fierce homophobia among the younger set makes me wonder if at least one of them isn't conflicted. A piece of evidence: Every night during the middle of Act I I change into my Fezziwig costume, and part of that involves making my whiskers gray. The theatrical silver-gray stuff is a liquid that kinda gets everywhere, so I usually do it with my shirt off, hanging over the sink (no, you don't want pictures), and later Mrs. Cwabs (who is acting as a dresser and personal assistant to someone in the cast) comes in and puts clown white highlights in the mustache and eyebrows. At intermission, I wash all that crap out, again with my shirt off over the sink. Last night, one of the younger (15, I think) cast members, who doesn't actually change costumes in the show (I think), took off his shirt and came by and washed his hands standing next to me. It might have been nothing, or it might have been one of the most bizarre and misguided come-ons I've ever experienced.

In unrelated matters, in one of our party scenes an actor goes around to all the ladies along the back row and gives them each a kiss on the cheek. Except the black one, who gets a handshake.

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