Well. I just went to the preiew of
"Piehole," the independent movie in which I play a gay man. Funnily, after today's sterotype shitstorm, I think every stereotype but the skintight pants got edited out of the final cut. Funny how life does that.
Funnier how I look like the undead in all but one of my scenes. Tired, pallid, unshaven, acne-pocked, hair looking not so much unwashed as
frizzled, I'm sort of surprised Erik, the director, didn't edit in some track marks to make my appearance make a little more sense in context.
Do I just not photograph well? I mean, sure, every once in a while, I'll get one of these:
But I've come to more often expect stuff like this:
Oh, Piehole. I hope you're happy that now people will think I'm gay, fashion-flawed and dying.
Well, I am fashion-flawed, I guess.