Tonight I saw Little Fish, an off-Broadway musical starring (among others) Lea DeLaria.
Then I went with the gay cheerleaders to Henrietta Hudson’s, a lesbian bar in the west village, for Spirit Night.
God, I love lesbians.
Tonight I saw Little Fish, an off-Broadway musical starring (among others) Lea DeLaria.
Then I went with the gay cheerleaders to Henrietta Hudson’s, a lesbian bar in the west village, for Spirit Night.
God, I love lesbians.
At least some musicals are still functioning.
I thought you were going to be bitter and rancorous today? (See previous entry.) More rancor. We want rancor!
Amen. Where was the bitter rancor? Lesbians are like, never bitter or rancorous. Except when they break up…
I apologize for the lack of rancor. I got home really late and didn’t have time to shape my bitterness into anything amusing enough to post.
What if I’m losing my touch?
It’s probably not kosher to plug here (though Faustus does it, so…), but if you like musicals and lesbians, may I suggest Zanna, Don’t!, which is set at a high school which features, among other things, a girls’ intramural mechanical bull riding team. Like Little Fish, we’re off-Broadway and our fabulous band is unaffected by the strike.
We now return you to our regularly-scheduled rancor and bitterness.