drugs are for queers

for the many of you who have been asking about my vietnam war era hamlet ideas: i finally typed up a little something to share with y’all about my future directorial plans. i plan to keep shakespeare’s original text in the production, with minor changes and/or cuts as needed. (the only major cut would be gertrude’s death, i think it’s important for her to be alive at the end, and you’ll see why.)

this production focuses on the conflicts between younger and older generations, american hyper-praise of masculinity and what it means within the concept of war, and what happens when people put trust into political institutions blindly. this production also exploration of sexual identity and queerness, drug use, and how war affects all aspects of life.

(sidebar: these are all original ideas of mine, so if you end up using them, citation/credit is necessary. if you end up doing a vietnam war era interpretation of hamlet after reading this, please tell me, i want to hear all about it!)

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Things that could have been explored through Kavinsky: 

- drug addiction

- being raised in two different cultures

- queerness in another culture

- mental illnes in another culture

- family dinamics in another culture

- his powers viewd in the contet of another culture

- having powers in a family without powers

- maybe even in a family who is terrified by them

- maybe even a religious orthodox family

- or even a muslim family because islam is the second most popular religion in bulgaria

- escaping from a communist country because that’s probably how his family came to america

- xenophobia

- friendship between people from diffferent cultures (maybe contrasting with herny’s storyline)

- abandonment issues

- the circle of abuse because there is a hint of that when his relationship with his father is brought up (maybe contrasting with adam’s storyline)

*Why I edited this post: Since this is getting notes again I would like to say that while I still believe Kavinsky is an underdeveloped character and that these things could have been explored through him,I have come to a point where i think my attitude towards Maggie was wrong. I got really emotionally attached to this story and somewhere along the way I forgot the author did not owe me anything. 

Maggie put a lot of work in order to give us this story and I am thankful for that. I might not get behind every choice she made, but being bitter about it and making passive-agresive vague posts about it  was imature and entitled of myself.  . 

I believe reading critically and starting a conversation on the issues we find in a text is important, but i think it is important to remember that the author does not owe us anything.

love is a lot like cocaine
you make the initial contact
you have the first taste
slowly it becomes bitter
then there’s the hype
oh fuck i’ll never love anyone like you
oh fuck i’ve never been so happy
then before you know it
you can’t sleep
you can’t eat
but trust me -
you’ll go back
just one more time
one more kiss
one more line
until you forget what it’s like
to have ever lived
before you met her
—  3:53 am
we’re sick kids
we’re the ones your parents warned you about
we’re the ones with nightmares as brains
we’re the bombs
the drugs
the drinks
the tears pouring down our cheeks
the wondering wandering minds
the outcasts
and the loners
we’re also the nerds
the jocks
the populars
the socialites
the people
we’re the silent devastations
the ones who sit in they’re bedrooms
starring out at the black and blue skies
wrapped in a ball
praying that this will end
blank pages and souls
filled with regrets and chemicals
we’re the sick kids
the everyday normal kids
the silent devastated destructed kids
the ones you fear
the ones you are
the ones your parents warned you about
we’re the innocence lost
the youthful distrust
the elderly disgust
the bleeding hearts
the people
the sick kids
and it’s all a secret
—  tle

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he’s taking me
Taking me where I want to be

We’re flying high
We’re watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

Promises me I’m safe as houses
As long as I remember who’s wearing the trousers
Never let me down
See the stars, they’re shining bright
Everything’s alright tonight

psa: it’s john and paul.