A Different Invitation
Queer Performance on the Road

Theater

I’m headed out on the road in August, leaving my current home in Brooklyn behind. Not for too long, about four weeks, but hopefully for long enough to listen.

The Howls and Sounds of our Little-Kiss Lives:
Ariel Stess’s I’m Pretty Fucked Up

Theater

Little-kiss lives. I’m a sucker for broken alliteration and this phrase popped out of Ariel Stess’s play Mother Milk—an adaptation of Aeschylus’s Oresteia set amidst American college town domestic squabbles and at what seemed like a family frat party with brother and sister playing grotesque and hilarious drinking gamesand tackled me, some Tuesday evening in the late winter of 2009.

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