Today is Independence Day here in the United States, the day commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence by thirteen of Great Britain’s North American colonies, who would unite and form what is now the fifty United States of America.
I wanted to share a thought with you that occurred to me while writing my previous post about the play I saw last Friday night. As I entered the lobby of the Bartell Theatre to pick up my tickets at the will-call window, one of the folks who works with StageQ greeted me as if they knew me. That’s because, in a professional and volunteer sense, they did know me — Male Mode Me.
Well, peoples, I got out of the house Friday night and took in a show, Stage Q’s production of Die! Mommie! Die! The play was penned by the noted playwright, actor, and female impersonator Charles Busch, who portrayed the lead role in the play’s first staging in the late 1990s and repeated the role in a 2003 film version (which I didn’t know had been filmed until looking up that link on Wikipedia this morning).
I don’t intend to make this a full-on review of Stage Q’s version, which had its final performance on Saturday, the last day of its 2016-2017 season. (Oh, the above image came from Stage Q’s Facebook page.) However, I will highlight a couple of things that I thought made their production special in my mind further down this post. Let me just say, though, that the production was a really fun, mightily campy romp (well, naturally), that the performances were perfectly done (joyously over the top and heartfelt when needed), and that I recommend you go see it if a theater company in your town produces it (hope they’ll turn up the camp as well).
Time for another edition of “Allison’s Word,” and a return to a topic I brought up exactly one year ago this weekend:
“Uh, Allison? Didn’t you say all of that before?”
Yes, I did. But Canada is a country worth talking up any time of year. And this is especially true on the very day I write this — Saturday, July 1, 2017. It’s the 150th anniversary of confederation, commemorating the date in 1867 when three (soon to be four) British colonies united under one dominion, gaining some of its own self-governance while remaining part of what was then known as the British Commonwealth. Continue reading
It’s the last day of June as I write this, meaning I won’t be able to respond to every “June Jour Challenge” prompt sent out by one of my WordPress peeps, The Finicky Cynic. That’s okay, though. I knew I wouldn’t respond to or even get to think about every prompt before the last of June. F.C. sent out quite a few “deep thought” prompts this June, meaning I’ll spend some extra time thinking about profound responses.
However, on this last day of June, with F.C. usually using her last “June Jour” prompt to solicit thoughts on her challenges, I don’t want to fail to highlight how inspiring and thought-provoking her prompts are. I’ve been working on a still-incomplete response about one of those deep topics; I won’t say which one, suffice it to say that it’s brought to the top of my mind one or two pivotal moments in my life that stayed in the far recesses of my mind… so much so that it led me to search for information on the person involved in that moment (no results came up, unfortunately).
One other thing I can’t fail to mention is that at least this year, F.C. didn’t just send out prompts. Rather, she provided further inspiration for them. I invite you to take a look at her “June Jour” prompts at this tag page on her site. And when you do, don’t just click on one link and add a comment or response. Hit the “previous post” link at the bottom, where this year she offered inspiration on the topics she invited her readers to respond to. Actually, even beyond June, her posts can provide a writing inspiration to those who can’t think of something to write, but these past 30 days they’ve served as real writing invitations.
So, please give F.C. some love and read her “June Jour” prompts. And while you’re at it, read the rest of her site as well; it’s awesome and inspiring (and awesomely inspiring) in June, July, or any other month.
Time to get caught up with another of F.C.’s “June Jour” suggestions. This one asks flat-out, “What does the word ‘pride’ mean to you?” Hmmm…
As you can guess from the end of that last paragraph, I have to scratch my head sometimes to come up of a time when I’ve experienced a sense of pride (what F.C. also asks in that prompt). Perhaps the times when I’ve felt the most proud of myself have been when I made a significant accomplishment. Graduating from high school so many years ago is the most obvious moment of pride in my life… although that was tempered a bit by the future that would await me. Oh, I knew what my post-high school plans were; it’s just that I was scared to death of it (the less I have to think about what awaited me, the better). Then there’s the times when I worked toward gainful employment, especially the moment when I was offered the job that led me to moving to Madison, this after several months being jobless.
iseyNo, this isn’t about an old ad campaign for Chevrolet from when my mom was a kid. This is a response from another “June Jour” prompt from F.C. Here, she asks her readers the one destination in their home country they would like to visit. A couple of years ago, she asked about that one place anywhere in the world where we’d want to travel to, and I posited that it would be the one place I’ve never been to but will dearly love to visit in my lifetime: Toronto, Canada.
While the back of my mind continues to think of more “June Jour” responses, I’ll let the front of my mind fire up “Allison’s Jukebox” for a quick song endorsement. Or actually a re-endorsement, for it’s a song I extolled the virtues of on Twitter 5 years ago, a song from my younger days that evokes the time of my mom’s youth.
I want to tell you about what I did — and didn’t — do this past Thursday night. First off, what I did do was attend a little get-together that raised funds for the LGBT pride parade in Madison this August. It was a rather simple party, with just under a couple dozen supporters and Board of Directors membership of Madison’s LGBT community center, held in the home and garden of one of the center’s longtime supporters in one of Madison’s more cozier and aesthetically pleasing neighborhoods (lots of shade trees, narrow and winding streets, beautifully manicured yards).