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Werewolves are out of control but can eventually die. Vampires are hot and pass for "normal" but all seem so lost. I still like the way they dress though so I pick Vamp.
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Does it count to say "my beagle jumped up on the bed and started rimming me while I was doing the same to the other guy," or does that sorta, you know... happen to everyone?
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asked by jaiejohnson1011
Several times. When I was 29, I dissolved my 7 year marriage to my college sweetheart, left our quiet life in the suburbs with our two kids, an came out. Flash forward a few years, and I battled cancer (the "change", I suppose, being that with my decision to accept HAVING cancer I decided not to accept DYING of it, and thus a whole new worldview was born). Forward a few more years and I got sober and dropped over a hundred pounds and buffed up as I was hitting my forties. Now, I'm selling my house and I've moved as a single guy into Manhattan once again. I suppose every few years I need to hit my "reset" button one way or another.
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asked by jaiejohnson1011
Several times. When I was 29, I dissolved my 7 year marriage to my college sweetheart, left our quiet life in the suburbs with our two kids, an came out. Flash forward a few years, and I battled cancer (the "change", I suppose, being that with my decision to accept HAVING cancer I decided not to accept DYING of it, and thus a whole new worldview was born). Forward a few more years and I got sober and dropped over a hundred pounds and buffed up as I was hitting my forties. Now, I'm selling my house and I've moved as a single guy into Manhattan once again. I suppose every few years I need to hit my "reset" button one way or another.
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Actor to actor, Lucas, role playing can be great. But as a serious acting exercise. It's funny and off-putting to play-act this way -- but if you really commit, it can be INCREDIBLY deep and fulfilling.
And isn't fisting sort of a game? I mean, it's about relinquishing control, but it can also be a give and take of what you can get me to accept from you, and what I can let you dominate in me.
Given all the rules of boundaries and respect, I'd say that's definitely qualifying as a game. -
Hard to describe. I'd have to show you...
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Ugh, the server fucked up and I lost my loooooong response to this. I will paraphrase:
Between "Seussical" and "La Cage" I always seem to encounter moving steps. Those were FRIGHTENING moments. Worst was realizing shortly into Act III of Harvey Fierstein's "Torch Song Trilogy" that I didn't know (seriously) ANY of my lines on opening night. I just kept repeating "Ma, I'm gay" to the point where my costar finally said "I know, Arnold, you keep telling me that." Opening night of "My Fair Lady" when, as Alfie Doolittle, in "With A Little Bit of Luck" I had a bit of choreography that involved tossing a child over my shoulder and down my front, upside down. Her hair caught on my vest buttons and even though I couldn't get her loose she insisted on exiting on cue, and was taking me with her. Just as I was about to rip her hair out (sorry, I had to make a choice, and I couldn't get the vest off) she came loose and trotted off merrily. The buttons were removed permanently from my costume by the next night.
FUNNIEST was Agatha Christie's "Mouse Trap" in which I was called in 2 hrs. before curtain to replace an actor in an emergency, and I had no clue about the show or my character. I met everyone for the first time just before going on, had a VOX in my ear and a script in my hand, and during the second scene, noticing one actor was missing, I realized she must've been the murder victim. And then I realized I DID NOT KNOW IF I WAS THE KILLER, so I sat there onstage trying to read ahead and find out if I should be looking guilty or defiantly maintain my innocence. At one pivotal moment, when I was accused by another character of being the only one there who was in his early twenties, thus (for whatever logic) the only possible murderer, I laughed out loud (I was 42 at the time) and just stopped the show to say "get the hell out of here!"
My two MOST MEMORABLE moments come from "La Cage Aux Folles": opening night I thought there was a fire during the bows because everyone in the audience stood up. My costar had to whisper to me that it was a standing ovation. For me. But that's the way my mind works: 1,100 people running out for a fire made much more sense than them actually enjoying my performance, to my way of thinking. Closing night, at the end of Act I, instead of just a handful of Cagelles on stage witnessing my breakdown during "I Am What I Am" there were more like a dozen. Other actors and stage crew had asked the stage manager if they could come out on stage to witness the final performance of the show's anthem, and it was a wet, hysterical, beautiful, love-filled mess.
Then there was the night I went on polluted drunk as Daddy Warbucks in "Annie". I was promptly relieved of my duties after nearly dropping a kid during "N.Y.C." -
As I said, "technically" -- we are talking pure mechanics. If a monkey throws paint at a canvas, just as Jackson Pollock did, it doesn't make him an artist. It makes him a paint-throwing monkey. There was zero artistry, and even less mastery.
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Yes. But my house has been in such turmoil that I haven't seen my mail in a month...
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'Like an echo from the caves of Coccamaura, I came forth whilst Deirdre wept cool tears.'
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Technically, mechanically, 8. Emotionally, socially, 15.
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Sorry, I don't really understand what we're talking about. This must be from some conversation, but I have 10 going on at once here apparently :)
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"Sometimes"? I get this all the time. I had two different people stop me on the street last week telling me I looked like Jagger. Then a French homeless guy. I would have decked him except he was a delicious picture of fallen class. "Ayyy... Meek Jaggairruh... doo yoo 'ave ay see-gar-rettuh for mee?"
One night two guys argued over which I was, Jagger or Richards. Richards won, because the guy who insisted I was his doppelganger had been their roadie eons ago so he "knew what he was talking about," as he claimed loudly in the back of a bodega where I just wanted a fucking bottle of Poland Spring and a Cliff Bar.
Nobody every says "a younger, prettier version of" either; so I'll assume that gaunt, drug-addled wastoid is a GOOD look. -
That would then, quite literally, be in the eye of the beholder.
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Donnie. And the long nights at the gym. And feeling stable. But mostly the first ;)
Loooong story. This must be someone I know stirring trouble... -
I am the most incapable person when it comes to insincerity, so even though I may be able to feign more interest than is actually present in what you're talking about at any given time -- because I truly want to engage you an make you feel good -- you can believe with your heart and soul that if it ever came down to kissing me there would be no acting involved whatsoever.
If we're kissing it's because we both want to be. Period. And you only have to look in my eyes to know if I want to be. -
Q: "What are you looking for, Cas?"
A: "Try as I might to give an answer, the only accurate one would have to be 'I simply don't know, but look forward to discovering it.'"
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Actor, singer, writer, producer... father, single gay man, lover and (when need be) fighter.
