Queer Love, Part 3

Queer love is embarrassing.

Queer love is your friends rolling up their sleeves and making your hometown community center look top-notch in less than 24 hours.

Queer love is three different costume changes (each).

Queer love reserved this space before you did, Greg, I’m sorry your child can’t have his birthday party but take it up with the city.

Queer love is so much food, oh my god, I couldn’t possibly have any more, maybe just one more dumpling.

Queer love is two distinct, handheld, nonbinary bubble machines.

Queer love screams ABBA into your mother’s face on a packed dance floor and delights as she screams back.

Queer love is wry smirks, wide-open grins, and always ALWAYS stylish as hell.

Queer love continues into the night, into the morning, into the future.

I have no recent gigs this week, but please enjoy this photo of me doing improv so fast that I could not be documented.

Consume!

Hey, do you like hearing people talk about what they’re good at? Do you wish those conversations were gayer?

Comedian Cameron Esposito had the bright idea a few years back to create a podcast by queers for queers where they interview just about anyone they find interesting. What distinguishes this podcast from others like it is that Cameron doesn’t limit themselves to their industry when sourcing guests — they have interviewed chefs, activists, pastors, entrepreneurs, one time a frickin astronaut. Really the only qualification is that the person is part of the LGBTQ+ community and has something cool to say.

This is how I found out about projects like “Everywhere is Queer”, an ever-growing map of queer-owned businesses across the US, and Leo Aquino, a finance writer who specializes in wealth management advice from an anti-capitalist lens. An hour listening to this show is an hour where I learn something about queer history or ongoing action.

Performance of the Week

Michael Cera as Scott Pilgrim HITS for me in a way that few performances have.

Little-known fact about Michael Cera - he’s been voice acting on and off since childhood. (My face when I found out he was frickin Brother Bear in the “Berenstain Bears” cartoon 🫢 ) This all to say, he knows the ropes, and you can tell. In the first episode alone, Cera plays Scott like a fiddle; he knows when to be whiney, when to be cheeky, when to be sincere, how to let the audience like this trash dump of a man despite the fact that he’s dating a high schooler and can’t keep a job. It’s a great contrast to his portrayal in the film, an expansion of his baseline character choices adapted for the medium that few performers get the chance to attempt.

My Poor Cat’s Inner Monologue

I’m done with her. I swear. This time I’m done.

I have been sitting on this bed for MINUTES and she has not appeared. A human is supposed to be reliable, it is SUPPOSED to be available for comfort whenever I want. Instead, I have to make do with lifeless cotton sheets.

The other one came by last night and I allowed her to give me pets and scritches. Which helped, don’t think it didn’t.

But then

Oh, but then

My precious squishy head PLUNGED into a fuzzy noose that moments ago had been in my mouth. My ears replaced with a mockery of appendages.

The sensation was indescribable. The SHAME was intolerable.

When Mother comes back, IF Mother comes back, I am going to give her such an earful.

Ah. The door opens. No doubt the other one come by to make me suffer more indignities.

No, no, it’s Mother after all. Well, my claws are ready, my teeth sharp, my belly…

Oh she’s touching my belly.

That won’t work on me, she-witch, you cannot sway me so easilahalooifuaofhaifhasdfhfff.