I’m gonna be starring in an off-off-Broadway one act that’s going up this Wednesday and running this Wednesday-Sunday and next Wednesday-Sunday at the American Theatre of Actors (54th between 8th and 9th Ave).
I can’t promise a night of fabulous acting and even fabulouser writing, but it might be nice if someone felt like stopping by.
There’s actually two one-acts.
The first one is about a wife confronting her husband’s mistress. It suffers a lot from Old Straight White Cis Guy syndrome and Dude Thinks He’s Not Just A Mediocre Writer syndrome; like one of the characters declares there’s just Something Wrong with her because she’s never been able to have a vaginal orgasm, the whole “breaking the hymen” thing, oh and the man she had this affair with – this brilliant writer of course – is such a kind caring magically wonderful man because he manages to make her orgasm and because he checks in with her to make sure she’s alright during their BDSM play. But honestly? It’s actually some of this guy’s better writing.
Trigger Warnings for all of that and also implied incestuous childhood rape (it’s never outright stated, but the character talks about how she always had an ominous feeling about the den in her childhood home like something terrible had happened down there, and the hymen bit immediately follows regarding her first remembered sexual experience to imply that she’d had sex before even though she didn’t remember it).
The piece I’m in is about a daughter catching her married father with a prostitute and that being the last straw for her to finally move out.
She’s the most pretentious twenty-something.
Trigger Warnings for some really vile slurs and insults used to reference the prostitute.