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She’s Black He’s Jewish Oh Vey!

Date #343 – Tuesday, July 8, 2014

NOTE: B talks about sexually specific issues in this post.

A: B and I went to see She’s Black He’s Jewish They’re Married Oy Vey! at the Fringe Fest this year and it was… interesting. It was about married couple – she’s black, he’s jewish – and their performance was about successful marriage and how, if two people stemming from arguably the most repressed histories can come together and be incredibly happy in life and love, then you can too. In that regard it was funny. I enjoy sexually humorous and adventurous content, especially in public, but I am so passionate about not fitting into a box that I get a little turned off when shows are simply about heteronormative love. I think we live in a day and age where we no longer have to fit into boxes and follows formulas and there’s a freedom in that. I know a lot of people don’t see this or understand it or have had the opportunity to learn about this sort of approach to life and that heteronormative art/shows/stories take away from the possibility of people learning that there’s more to life and love than that.

I was happy to be there with B. I hope that we can spend the rest of our lives going to shows and seeing art and experiencing people in this way.

B: OH MY GOSH this play was hilarious! I laughed so hard!!

I think a play featuring people making fun of themselves, talking crudely about their own sex-lives, and ultimately offering up some great relationship advice is the perfect date. I’m so happy that we went.

I understand A’s observations about things being slightly heteronormative, but I also think these two were trying to say “this is our story and here’s what we learned that may help you too.”  There were a few times where they made broad statements that painted all couples as woman + man. 

There was one point where I felt somewhat uncomfortable that I haven’t talked to A about…It was when the two went on about the lesson “never let him cum first.” It was a lesson based off the idea that when a man ejaculates he doesn’t want to do anything else. Taken further and more broadly, this could be meant as “always put your partner’s needs in front of your’s”…or not.

Anyways, I know this feeling well. It’s quite often true. I don’t know what it is or why, but when I ejaculate I do loose most of my sexual interest. It has nothing to do with A and I am happy to kiss her and cuddle, I just don’t really want to do anything sexual after. 

I love making A happy in all ways. Sexually, I know she often pays a lot of attention to me (with no pressure or suggestion from me at all). So when this came up in the play I felt like I was blushing a lot and thinking “Oh no! I cum first all the time. We’ve never talked about this!”

Looks like we need to have a conversation…

A night of French Improve

Date #182 – Jan 28, 2014

B: In Toronto there is an all-French Improv league called Les Improbables. A’s friend competes in this league and so we decided to go. The way the competition happens is two teams of six compete in various short improv games over an hour. Like a hockey game, the competition is divided into 3 equal periods and there is a ref. 

I was nervous about not understanding to much but I was super excited for Improv. As the show progressed I felt confident in my bilingualism and was able to get many of the jokes. I helped translate for some of A’s friends (which is a tough thing to do during 3-minute improv skits).

After A had a beer and I had a “sit” with her improv friend and some others. The best part was when her one friend and her spoke about working in film. He just finished working on the Oscar-nominated All Is Lost as Post-Production Supervisor and he started asking A about her career and her aspirations. Hearing A talk about her work with someone else in the industry (and someone who is very supportive of her future) was very inspiring.

A: Allez rouges!! It was so fun and funny. I didn’t understand much but I luckily had friends who would translate and B is pretty French too! I had no idea!!

This night was so fun to put ourselves out there. I’m no bilingual but being there made me want to better my French. It was definitely a bizarre experience hearing everyone laugh while I sat quietly, not understanding what’s going on. And I love to laugh. Must get better at French.

Also my friend was amazing. She’s so talented and brave and, obviously, funny!

A Room of One’s Own – Date #122 – November 15, 2013

A: I interviewed Naomi Wright for the play she is in until the 24th as Virginia Woolf in A Room of One’s Own. It was incredible and inspiring and so well done. Also set in one of the oldest house museums in the city – the mood was entirely there. B had never experienced anything Virginia Woolf before and he loved it too, which made my heart leap. She is such an important figure to me. My mom once bought me all Virginia’s books that this one used book store had and was so excited to give them to me. When she did, she said, “Here’s a good role model for you,” smiling. I was all, “Ugh yawn,” until I read them. A Room of One’s Own was actually my first read of hers. Check out the article I wrote for TSR. It was a fun write.

On the walk back to B’s place he picked up a pizza and then we got in an argument. He threw the pizza on the ground and walked away from me a few houses away from home. I tried to walk away, too, but after 5 steps I took a deep breath, went back to pick up the pizza and sat on his porch waiting for him to come back. I didn’t know how long it would be, but I was worried by this reaction. He asked me why I didn’t say anything earlier and I said that I didn’t want to upset him. Then he got upset. A part of me knew that would upset him but I can’t help but be honest. It was the truth. We’re trying to figure out how to better deal with shit like this. It’s not a good way to end the evening.

B: This play…no, reading…no, reenactment, was AMAZING!!! I was so moved by everything. I am happy I went with A and now I want to read Virginia Woolf. I was so shocked by how relevant everything she was saying was and how, for me, I don’t really have anyone quite like Virginia Woolf in my life. I got thinking about feminism today and how I think it is, in certain ways, in a more bleak state that in Woolf’s day. It just seemed, from what she said in her speech, that women (then) knew they were women. Today, I find, a lot of women try to hide that they are women (in some way or another) – part of this I think is because people are scarred of change, part is because people don’t want to upset others or stand up and stand out, and part is because of reasons I don’t know. I just so clearly saw the values Woolf held high so high and wished the state of equality for Women was in a much better state, some near 90 years after Woolf read that speech.

Les Misérables – Date #120 – November 13, 2013

B: I LOVE this play. My parents gave us tickets because A has never seen the play. Cameron Mackintosh’s new production of the famed play is incredible. The visuals are based on paintings of Victor Hugo and the lighting makes them three dimensional and immersive. The use of the stage and the singing was thrilling and moving. Sadly, I thought both the child and adult performances of Cosette were kind of terrible.

I was so happy to share the experience with A though. I really love all the music and when she said, “I didn’t expect it to be THIS good!” I was thrilled.

A: This was such an incredible show. I feel endlessly lucky to have had the opportunity to go with B and because of his parents. They are so sweet and giving. Eponine’s character is my favourite. The woman portraying her held my heart. What depth! I think this is my new favourite play. Before it was… Well… I don’t think I had a favourite? Did I? I’ve seen so many, but none resonated like this one. I can’t wait to see it again with B. Yet another thing we have in common (You can roll your eyes – sure).

Pictured above – as I must mention – is my traditional theatre cookie routine. I’ve never gone to the theatre without getting a cookie except when we went to see Cats and they were SOLD OUT. Poo. That time doesn’t count.

Radio Variety Show – Date # 107 – Oct 28, 2013

B: I have been helping advise the Toronto Theatre Group Small Wooden Shoe on this live Radio show called The Fun Palace Radio Variety Show. The whole idea is people perform various works all for future radio shows, live. The whole thing was like watching a dream come true. I got to read an article from April 6, 1977 about the Blue Jays, the day before they played their first regular season game. I was really nervous but A was super sweet and supportive. My parents and some friends came to watch too.

After we treated ourselves to some more Halloween treats from my Mom. This Oreo cookie thing was delicious and A and I both had the same reaction to its deliciousness.

A: I found this live radio show neat and funny. The stories were full of humour and jest and B’s reading from the 1970’s was very well suited to him and quite ironic giving how much time has passed. I’d definitely go to one of these again. 

PIG, Pizza and Living spaces – Date #69 – September 18, 2013

B: A and I were attending a media preview of the World Premier of PIG, a play that left Buddies in Bad Times‘ Artistic Director “shaken by the play’s presentation of gay male sexuality.” Initially I was nervous, especially sitting in the front row, and several times throughout the play I wondered how much A was enjoying everything, but somewhere between actors masturbating to crying, discussing fucking with a knife, and a naked torture scene, I was profoundly moved. A told me she enjoyed the play too.

(read our review here)

After A had to look at an apartment and she was getting pretty hangry so we rushed to the greasiest pizza joint. The moment the pizza slice hit her tongue A’s demeanour changed and she got super happy. It was so adorable I contemplated carrying greasy pizza slices around everywhere (but then I’d eat them all ;))

Now I want pizza…

A: I don’t want pizza because I ate it for lunch. I didn’t even feel guilty. Not until writing that I didn’t feel guilty do I now feel a tiny pang of guilt. Okay, it’s only there because I know it maybe should be. I just have so little self-control. It’s something I fight with myself over a lot. But since I have so little of it, it never really bothers me that much. Anyways…

The play was great. I seriously loved it. It discusses some pretty dark, deep, emotionally riveting material but it didn’t bother me the way I thought it would. B read a bit of a review out loud before we watched it that got my mind moving about the play but I said, “Stop stop stop I want my own opinion!” He looked at me weirdly for saying it in such a panicked tone but it’s true! I wasn’t shocked at all by the play because of the three extremely descriptive sentences B just read me. This makes me think I didn’t go into the play with a clean slate but, in any case, I still really liked it. It didn’t make me squirm like the fancy-nancy that wrote that article.