You meet instead a funny, self-deprecating man who arrives in jeans and an old sweater and kicks off his shoes. He starts out a little fast and nervous; joking about his star dressing room; saying that in Cincinnati, where he won raves for this production earlier this year, his character wore Hugo Boss and here he wears Armani, not that he can see the difference. He talks about those windows to the actor’s heart, the photos on the makeup mirror. That’s the grandmother who raised him; that’s Michele, whom he married at 23, on their honeymoon.

But he gets to the stuff that’s been tearing him up, the stuff that most leading men would never discuss, pretty early, almost as if he wants to make a public statement. He’s been reading a book that suggests sitting quietly for 10 minutes a day and just seeing what feelings come up, he says, and “basically, there’s a lot of sadness underneath, sadness and anxiety.” (NY Times, 2006)

ya on a scale of one to ten bye


meyer & charlie + richard siken for tara (x)

What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.
                                       Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—
        swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
                                                    We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
                   is stand on the curb and say Sorry
                                        about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.


Ok, let’s just talk about this for a second…

These were me and my friend’s Red Tour shirts. Our whole outfit was a “Holy Ground Cafe” barista (combining Holy Ground and Begin Again). It was my friend’s idea to write “Brewed in NY Since 1989” because we’re from NY and Taylor and my friend were born in 1989. Little did we know the next album would be called 1989 and Taylor would move to/have a song about NY.

Basically what I’m trying to say is, the two of us practically called it.

okay i have to shower and go to bed (because it’s after midnight and unfortunately i have 2 days left of school, b”h for 1st preps)

but what throughmotion has been posting totally reminded me that i’ve been wanting to talk about homophobia in the dance (ballet specifically) world for a long time. my main comparison is ballet camp to theater camp, where at theater camp of the guys who were gay seem pretty proud about it, and it’s generally a pretty open thing whereas at ballet camp it was like whispered about in hushed tones for guys. girls, i can think of 1 or 2 at theater camp who were openly lbpq, and again, nobody cared, but lesbianism was literally a joke at ballet camp.

other stuff, though: on sytycd, sasha was gay and remained closeted all season, despite the fact that girls having boyfriends is always a drama point, and my ballet teacher, who is in his mid 30s and is gay, didn’t once mention anything about his partner of many years, their engagement, or their wedding (to which many teachers were invited) but all of our straight girl teachers got wedding showers thrown for them. and i have more thoughts about why ballet (dance in general) is so much more homophobic than other art forms but i have to go so remind me later.

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The Bluestone Lane Collective Café | Greenwich, NY: 

Basically, every time I try to take photos of Hanna. Blurry because she’s always laughing. :)

when multiple members of the winning alliance at your regional get the other awards that qualify them for champs and you’re torn between being really happy for them and wishing other amazing teams could have also qualified