i went to a play last week. my first in a very long time.it felt good to sit a the tiny theater and almost touch the actors. The play was about a big ol’ dysfunctional family getting together for a birthday. Crazy time. I laughed, I cried, I wept.
and then it happened……
Penises on stage. The scene was of two gay characters who jump off the couch after being caught in a love clench. Blanket comes off and there they were, their penises, alone on stage. I gasped.
It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before, it’s because, well, they were so small. I immediately felt compassion for the two men. This is an outrage! How could the director have not took into consideration the size of their penises during casting calls?
So now I’m thrown out of *the moment* and into my own head. First, it was not that cold. I allowed some shrinkage based on the temp of the theater. Second, both circumcised so they were very neat, and very American. Now granted, the actual scene lasted about 7 seconds, but I pondered about their size for a good five minutes. Did others feel the same? Did I notice a collective intake of air? Were the men in the audience secretly comparing theirs? Were the women shocked, excited or, like me wondering…
“Waaaaaat the fuck?”
Maybe I just was thrown. It was non equity theater, not Van Nuys porn.
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