Too many years of handling thoroughbreds have wrecked me, even though I love them so! This guy was special (hope you don't mind a pic of this good boy)!

In this strange dance, where sex and arousal always cling to fear, like to an old enemy, one fights with the other, as if in a street brawl under the neon lights of a big city. You want to be the alpha botttom, the one who takes all the men into his hole, like trophies of conquered territory.

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A smiling woman with purple hair and glasses sits in a wheelchair, typing on a laptop near a window. Text below her on a purple background reads: “Every Dramatist Insured: Fall Open Enrollment. Online Workshop. Tuesday, November 4, 4 pm ET/3 pm CT/1 pm PT.” The Entertainment Community Fund and Venturous Theater Fund logos appear at the bottom corners.

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Laertes doesn't float downstream with flowers in his hair. He stands on solid ground, fists clenched, loving Hamlet the way a mirror loves what it reflects—helplessly, silently, from the wrong side of the glass.

And Queen Mop? She knows. She always knows. That's why she survives.

The prince doesn't drown a woman here—he wrestles with a man who wears his sister's face. And the tragedy isn't poison or swords. It's the moment you realize the body you wanted was just a stand-in for the one you couldn't have.

Hamlet, but the man's version. Ophelia played by her brother Laertes. A love that failed before it could even name itself. And at the center—Queen Mop. She sits there like a riddle wrapped in silk, watching the boys tear each other apart over something that was never really theirs to begin with.

Laertes doesn't float downstream with flowers in his hair. He stands on solid ground, fists clenched, loving Hamlet the way a mirror loves what it reflects—helplessly, silently, from the wrong side of the glass.

And Queen Mop? She knows. She always knows. That's why she survives.

It was not what the eyes of others saw. The flesh remained, but in yesterday's cold bed. The skin covered, but beneath a jacket. Love? There was no love. Only the cold interest of an explorer, and a hand that created a likeness, never allowing the original to come within a centimeter of his heart.

Performance about antic gods in paris theater

Coool! Nico!

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In 1999 I directed a short film called "Asian Pride Porn" starring Tony award winning playwright David Henry Hwang that was one of AtomFilms' most viewed shorts of all time and got my face on the cover of Time Magazine Asia mocked up on the screen of an iMac.

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In honor of the Grammy Awards, this month's Attorney's Backstage is all about music copyright! Link in bio to register!

Each month, our attorneys “pull back the curtain” on various aspects of the business of writing for the theatre.

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Members can also submit questions to be answered during the meeting via the link in our bio. Priority will be given to questions submitted earlier.

In case you missed it, this month's Attorney's Backstage is all about music copyright! Link in bio to register.