Don't F*ck With Me Fellas!!!
Don't F*ck With Me Fellas!!!
I'm back in town, exhausted, and ready to do a little ranting about a few things...so bear with me.
I just feel like using this space to get a few random thoughts out, similar to what Aithne did the other day. So if you aren't in the mood to read this, then run away...far away.
The Atlanta show went fine, but unfortunately, I was so damn tired I spent the majority of my free time just trying to get some sleep. I know, I should have gone out...but damnit people...I'm a bit tired recently, and you will see in a later section as to why. So my entire weekend was spent for the most part sleeping and speaking to wactors (wanna be actors). Most interesting question asked of me: "What is the biggest professional mistake you have made as a performer?"
This is probably my worst mistake I made as a performer, and I know that I am not alone in this thought. I actually admitted this in front of all the theater students and watched a few professors wince. I am a union actor. Equity actors get to audition for roles a few days before non-equity actors get to audition. We get a standard 8 hour day for rehearsals and if we go longer, we get paid extra. We get paid breaks. Sounds good huh? We also get royally screwed!
Before I was equity, I could audition for roles from ages of 20 to 60 (stage makeup is amazing), but now, I am corn holed into only auditioning for roles in my age range. Add to that that I can not perform in a non-equity role (which is the majority around here) without getting fined, and really the benefits are extremely outweighed. All that for the health insurance...well you have to have earned so much money...and have worked so many weeks before you can get health benefits. You are better off just purchasing your own insurance.
As of Friday, I took my final dose of Paxil. I went on the stuff after the list of bad things that had happened to me threatened to topple what weak foundation I had at the time. Bruce dying, Getting laid off, Jeff ending his friendship with me because he found a boyfriend (ask me and I'll give you his address so you can toss eggs at him...I'm feeling bitchy!), and then getting beaten up and the world just overwhelmed me.
Thus I signed up for a medical study, became a guinea pig, and started taking Paxil by the wee fistful. It took the edge off and ladies and bottoms...you want your man on this stuff, because it will turn him into the energizer bunny. During sex...he will just keep going and going and going, until you begin to wonder if your fillings are getting knocked loose. And IF he does finish...you will be deemed a deity as it takes a lot of work!
The problem... Paxil withdrawal brings on a whole bunch of side effects that make you wonder if it worth ceasing medication, like massive headaches, dizzy spells, extreme sleepiness, and what feels like electrical tremors in your body. These symptoms can last up to 2 weeks, even though I have gradually reduced my usage of this drug. In other words...Don't f*ck with me...I'll bite your head off.
Yeah, I said the "F" word. I'm a gay man, so I get the ability to say that word and not get in trouble. That being said, if you are a straight person, you would not be able to say that word without causing a fight. You could call yourself a breeder though.
I have a real problem with homos who declare that all gay people need to come out to all of their family and friends and employers, as a way of furthering the gay movement. Coming out is a process that each person needs to take in their own sweet time, and in some situations, they may not ever need to tell certain people.
What really gets me, is that these sanctimonious dweebs are the same people that aren't out to everyone. Does coming out make it easier for more of us...yes, but if your coming out hurts you, it's not worth it. Before you get on a soap box to tell me how I (a stranger) should live my life, you had better make sure that those closest to you are living that same life. How can you expect me to "make a difference" if you and yours aren't willing to do the same yourself?
Well...It's getting late, and I'm so high up on this soap box that I don't know if I can even see the ground anymore. I think I may be at least 6'6", like a certain Portland guy who is thinking of opening his own white trash homo bar. Just make sure your financiers know your are queer.
