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Watching Drag Race tonight, and…thank god Adore didn’t get sent home, but now in thinking about the top five…WHY IS DARIENNE STILL THERE?? Darienne is like that last handful of pretzels you find in your cupboard months after you threw the bag out and they’ve just been sitting there and gone totally stale. Yeah….

I’ve been on a slight Alan Cumming binge since seeing Cabaret this past weekend, and because of him, I’ve realized what the most attractive quality in a man is to me. When I was younger, I was much more focused on having a specific “type” of guy that I found attractive, in the physical sense. Now, however, all of those things—hair color, eye color, ethnic background, height—are pretty meaningless, and the thing that I think makes a man most appealing is if he knows who he is. There is truly nothing, and I mean nothing, sexier than a man who is comfortable in his own skin and aware of who he is as a person and what he wants out of life. I mean holy super hotness and mega turn-on, that just gets my engine revving, every time.

cafe reggio! love that place & going there with you! :)

ME TOO! I was just so amused to see it mentioned in that Tumblr post, and to know that apparently Sean Lennon goes there. Hahah. We definitely have to schedule another visit now that the weather is getting warmer. PLUS, there’s a super awesome vintage clothing store that just moved its location near there, on West 4th Street (it was previously on Bleecker). So lemme know when you’re free and let’s go to Reggio!

Easter selfie from earlier today.

Easter selfie from earlier today.

Okay, so two days ago I (finally!) went to see Cabaret on Broadway at Studio 54. I say “Finally!” because I had been waiting to see this show for 10 years, ever since I became a fan of Alan Cumming/aware of Cabaret. The 1998 revival was still running then, but he had already left the production, much to my great dismay. So imagine how elated I was to find out that he’d come back for this new run! Then my lovely friend swankyfunk was kind enough to offer me an extra ticket that she had for this (she’s become sort of my Alan Cumming theatre buddy, since we also saw him in Macbeth last year), and I readily accepted.

The show was so completely worth waiting for. I used to listen to the revival cast recording incessantly, and sitting there in the theatre I realized I still knew the words to almost all of the songs. The raw sexual energy of the place (even the concession stand staff were “in character,” which meant being waited on by an unbelievably pretty shirtless boy with a pierced nipple) acted as a potent reminder of the fact that I have not had sex in three years, and it is REALLY starting to piss me off. Hahah.

But Alan…oh, Alan is truly an incredible actor and one of the sexiest men I have ever seen, and also brings this sinister-ness to the character of the Emcee, and he just…even when others were onstage and the Emcee was lurking in the shadows, I could not take my eyes off of him. I never, ever expected him to come back to Cabaret, and I just…we were up in the mezzanine this time, and at the start of the second act, he picks two people in the lower level to dance with, and I SO badly want to go see the show again and (hopefully) have the chance to be one of those people.

Even if not, though, it is a fantastic production (Michelle Williams was surprisingly good as Sally Bowles, though I find the character of Sally is really not very likable and so was not one of my favorites), and I recommend everyone go see it if you have the chance.

OH, I nearly forgot…swankyfunk and I went to the stage door after the show let out and met Alan (she had her Playbill signed, and I just said hello). He was quite lovely and is super adorable up close, in his round, thick-rimmed glasses. I didn’t get a picture or have anything signed, but..oh, well. Still a marvelous end to a perfectly marvelous evening!

Alan Cumming singing “Don’t Tell Mama” (with slightly altered lyrics) from Cabaret for Broadway Backwards a few years ago (where songs written for women are sung by men, and vice-versa). And he is wearing LEATHER PANTS and there is much thrusting and groping and I just need to go be alone for a while…

thestyleofseanlennon:

“One of the oldest coffee shops in New York. You go there for the look and the vibe of the place. So much of our city has been regurgitated into soulless franchising, but Caffe Reggio is the real deal.”
"Sean Lennon’s New York: Where to Eat, Shop, and Escape"

OH HEY LOOK, thesecondgleam! :D

thestyleofseanlennon:

“One of the oldest coffee shops in New York. You go there for the look and the vibe of the place. So much of our city has been regurgitated into soulless franchising, but Caffe Reggio is the real deal.”

"Sean Lennon’s New York: Where to Eat, Shop, and Escape"

OH HEY LOOK, thesecondgleam! :D

The following is an excerpt from an article that I have written for this week’s newsletter for the Port Jefferson edition of The Macaroni Kid, an organization that provides info about events and other kid-friendly happenings in areas all around the country. This month, they are focusing on autism, and so that is why I was asked to write this.

"When I was nine or ten years old, there were moments in the afternoon when I would stop everything that I was doing and begin rummaging through my closet. Off would come the day’s clothes worn to school, and on would go a pair of pink, plastic shoes with white flowers on the toe and shiny red jewels fixed in the center, a sequined dress, sunglasses with heart-shaped magenta frames…and a pink-and-white feather boa.

After everything was arranged on my body just so, I carefully walked down the tan shag carpet-covered steps to my parents in the kitchen, where—after making my grand entrance—they were loudly informed that they were now in the presence of the world-famous, fabulous movie star known as Julie McVay.

It was my dream then to become an actress, but elementary school gave way to junior high, and I was made painfully aware of my undesirable appearance thanks to constant reminders from my peers. I resigned myself to being too ugly to become an actress, and quietly put that dream away.

But somewhere deep down—somewhere I didn’t even know about—a new dream began.”

[Click the link above to read the rest of the article.]

Neil Patrick Harris in Hedwig and the Angry Inch (x)

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