I read for a modern film adaptation for Alice In Wonderland today.
Parts I need you to picture me in:
Cheshire Cat
Caterpillar
Mad Hatter
and...
They want to cast a drag queen as
Queen of Hearts
OFF WITH HER HEAD!
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Heartgasms <*POW*3
A Gift From Me To You
It's currently 4:39:18 AM and I can't sleep.
For once, it's not for the usual reasons that I can't normally find my way to Little Nemo's favorite adventure place.
I'm kept awake by memories. Happy ones... Actually, happy is too bland a word for these memories. Pure. Heart-filling. Life-changing. "Heartgasm" is the best term I can make up in order to express the orgy of joy currently running rampant from my chest to the tips of every finger, out my feet and bursting forth from the tippy top of my noggin.
It would be far too long of an essay for me to explain each memory. So, I've decided to make a list... Almost an acceptance speech, if you will. If you won't? Fuck off. It's my heartgasm. Not yours.
I would like to thank...
A certain lady for writing the brilliant and humbling "Shucked," allowing my lifelong dream to star in a play on 42nd Street come true.
A certain gentleman and two certain ladies for trusting me to carry their vision all the way to my first acceptance speech.
A certain lady for days and nights full of bubbles and colors and balance.
A certain gentleman for making me nervous event though he has no idea I exist.
A certain gentleman for reminding me that I AM worth it.
A certain Goddess for the basic necessities and beyond.
A certain lady for a certain song of which my rewrite is almost finished and will make me FAMOUS!
A certain city for immediately welcoming me and currently missing me.
A certain city for constantly reminding me that my time there wasn't wasted.
A certain city for always causing internal battles about where happy should be.
A certain city for holding something for me, something to be discovered when I arrive.
A certain lady for thanking me for her strength and helping me realize that I am, too, strong.
A certain community for making me feel like a star.
A certain community for making a certain alter-ego a star.
A certain gentleman for helping me see that no one really knows it all and afraid sometimes trumps logical.
A certain force that protects and prevails over the bullshit and regrettable.
A certain Universe that gives me everything I ask for, in abundance.
A certain self.
Pick a number 1-100.
Grab your favorite book off the shelf.
Turn to that page.
What are the first words you read?
That's my thanks to you.
=) I'm sure it makes sense.
I love you, all.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
I hope you can feel this. It feels good.
It's currently 4:39:18 AM and I can't sleep.
For once, it's not for the usual reasons that I can't normally find my way to Little Nemo's favorite adventure place.
I'm kept awake by memories. Happy ones... Actually, happy is too bland a word for these memories. Pure. Heart-filling. Life-changing. "Heartgasm" is the best term I can make up in order to express the orgy of joy currently running rampant from my chest to the tips of every finger, out my feet and bursting forth from the tippy top of my noggin.
It would be far too long of an essay for me to explain each memory. So, I've decided to make a list... Almost an acceptance speech, if you will. If you won't? Fuck off. It's my heartgasm. Not yours.
I would like to thank...
A certain lady for writing the brilliant and humbling "Shucked," allowing my lifelong dream to star in a play on 42nd Street come true.
A certain gentleman and two certain ladies for trusting me to carry their vision all the way to my first acceptance speech.
A certain lady for days and nights full of bubbles and colors and balance.
A certain gentleman for making me nervous event though he has no idea I exist.
A certain gentleman for reminding me that I AM worth it.
A certain Goddess for the basic necessities and beyond.
A certain lady for a certain song of which my rewrite is almost finished and will make me FAMOUS!
A certain city for immediately welcoming me and currently missing me.
A certain city for constantly reminding me that my time there wasn't wasted.
A certain city for always causing internal battles about where happy should be.
A certain city for holding something for me, something to be discovered when I arrive.
A certain lady for thanking me for her strength and helping me realize that I am, too, strong.
A certain community for making me feel like a star.
A certain community for making a certain alter-ego a star.
A certain gentleman for helping me see that no one really knows it all and afraid sometimes trumps logical.
A certain force that protects and prevails over the bullshit and regrettable.
A certain Universe that gives me everything I ask for, in abundance.
A certain self.
Pick a number 1-100.
Grab your favorite book off the shelf.
Turn to that page.
What are the first words you read?
That's my thanks to you.
=) I'm sure it makes sense.
I love you, all.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
I hope you can feel this. It feels good.
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