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I went to the theatre yesterday. Under the cut is yesterday's blog entry of the woman I'm staying with who went to see the play with me. This just about sums it up.
Adventures in nude theater
posted 07/17/05 (edited Sunday, Jul 17, 2005 04:32)
Well, I just quadrupled the number of penises I’ve seen in my lifetime in one afternoon.
We went to this play with Caitlin, a college student who is staying with us this summer. Caitlin is a “theater person,” and we gladly accompanied her to the play, hoping to broaden our cultural horizons. The play was about a gay baseball player’s coming out and was a good play overall, full of wit, warmth and insight.
And penises.
These occurred during several locker room scenes, in a non-sexual context, but still horrific. The first time one of the penises came on stage, my overall impression was, “Oh my dear Lord.” (So was Caitlin’s, by the way, hip theater person though she may be and devoid of religious upbringing). I mean, this was no movie, folks, these were real live and in person penises. I wanted to die, except that I was pretty sure you go straight to hell if the last thing you see are the living, breathing penises of half a dozen men you don’t know. I also considered running screaming from the theater, but thought that probably wasn’t too artsy of me. So I sat there and tried to think of where I could look while still keeping up with what was going on in the play. I tried to look at the actors’ faces, but no good-southward bobbing was still perceptible. Mostly I looked at my program, even though it was too dark to see it. I honestly had no desire to take a peak, I must say. I did take a peak, but only because I was trying to feel cool. Note to self: You are not cool, don’t even try it. You may sprain something.
I think most of the women in the audience, if they were honest with themselves and suspended their hip personas, were equally horrified and embarrassed. I wonder why that is. I dare say if the stage were filled with fully naked women, the men in the audience would be deeply interested in such an important cultural event and would take it in unapologetically. I don’t think they’d want to run screaming from the room. You'd probably have to burn the building down to get them out of the room. Why does the image of a naked man not have the same effect on women? I mean, I like seeing Kevin naked, but I love Kevin. I don’t need to see anyone else naked, thanks.
I think I've taken in enough "culture" to suit me for awhile. I'm going to go watch A-team reruns on TV now.
Adventures in nude theater
posted 07/17/05 (edited Sunday, Jul 17, 2005 04:32)
Well, I just quadrupled the number of penises I’ve seen in my lifetime in one afternoon.
We went to this play with Caitlin, a college student who is staying with us this summer. Caitlin is a “theater person,” and we gladly accompanied her to the play, hoping to broaden our cultural horizons. The play was about a gay baseball player’s coming out and was a good play overall, full of wit, warmth and insight.
And penises.
These occurred during several locker room scenes, in a non-sexual context, but still horrific. The first time one of the penises came on stage, my overall impression was, “Oh my dear Lord.” (So was Caitlin’s, by the way, hip theater person though she may be and devoid of religious upbringing). I mean, this was no movie, folks, these were real live and in person penises. I wanted to die, except that I was pretty sure you go straight to hell if the last thing you see are the living, breathing penises of half a dozen men you don’t know. I also considered running screaming from the theater, but thought that probably wasn’t too artsy of me. So I sat there and tried to think of where I could look while still keeping up with what was going on in the play. I tried to look at the actors’ faces, but no good-southward bobbing was still perceptible. Mostly I looked at my program, even though it was too dark to see it. I honestly had no desire to take a peak, I must say. I did take a peak, but only because I was trying to feel cool. Note to self: You are not cool, don’t even try it. You may sprain something.
I think most of the women in the audience, if they were honest with themselves and suspended their hip personas, were equally horrified and embarrassed. I wonder why that is. I dare say if the stage were filled with fully naked women, the men in the audience would be deeply interested in such an important cultural event and would take it in unapologetically. I don’t think they’d want to run screaming from the room. You'd probably have to burn the building down to get them out of the room. Why does the image of a naked man not have the same effect on women? I mean, I like seeing Kevin naked, but I love Kevin. I don’t need to see anyone else naked, thanks.
I think I've taken in enough "culture" to suit me for awhile. I'm going to go watch A-team reruns on TV now.