Last night I performed Transfigurations-Transgressing Gender in the Bible at Imago Dei Metropolitan Community Church in Glen Mills, PA (about 15 miles outside of Philly). I had a diverse audience of about 45 people -- college students, Quakers, straight, bi, trans and lesbian, young and old. I took my time with the piece maintaining a gentle meditative pace. For the ending when I reveal the identity of the narrator, I had instructed the light tech to dim the lights. Then as the closing music swelled, I asked her to raise the lights to their brigthest intensity. With the music playing, I exited. Always (up until last night) at this point the audience applauds, I wait 5 seconds then come out to take a bow. Last night I exited and then nothing. No one clapped. They sat quietly as the music played. I stood back stage puzzled, baffled. Now what do I do? Wait? Go out anyway? And I wondered for a moment, Did they hate it? Did I confuse them? Offend them? Bore them into a coma? After what ...
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I am trying my damndest to determine if this site is a parody or not? And here I thought I was so good at that. I am fairly certain that they are on the level. Either way: !!!!
Maybe tell Marvin to send Soon to these people?...
http://www.ladiesagainstfeminism.com/artman/publish/article_1076.shtml
It was around this time that I “met” the delightful LAF ladies who, quite literally, completely changed my life and my views on feminism and the woman’s role in this world. You see, I had spent almost three years of my life identifying as a lesbian. I have always believed in God and knew my lifestyle was wrong, but at the time, I didn’t care. I believed I had finally found “me.” I yearned for love and affection (something I never really had as a child) and thought that this was the only way I was going to find it. I thought that cutting all my hair dreadfully short, going to the local gay pub, hanging out with all my gay friends was happiness. How wrong I was! What an empty life that is. Out of all my friends, none of them were in a secure long-term relationship, none of them were happy, one of them was always wanting to commit suicide, another was often self mutilating, yet another was always sleeping around. They had no purpose in life, no real joy.
I have to live with the fact that I exposed my daughter to all this immorality, and I am so grateful she seems to have no recollection of that time. Even after I determined to leave my homosexuality behind me, I still struggled with my sin. I still semi-identified myself as a lesbian. I have since learnt that I didn’t have to be a lesbian. Living like a man was no way to be a fulfilled woman. Let me tell you how I know God was truly at work in my desire to leave that lifestyle behind me. There was once a time when the idea of being with a man was absolutely abhorrent to me. Truly, marriage was like a foreign concept; there was no way I would have wanted such a thing. Now, by the grace of God, I truly desire marriage to a good Christian man! Praise God!
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Note:
1) The Picture. Apparently God favors Laura Ashley above all His handmaidens.
and especially
2) this page:
http://www.ladiesagainstfeminism.com/artman/publish/article_1098.shtml
"Refuting Stepford Wives"
The first thing that attracted me to the original movies was the beautiful Victorian style clothing of the women in the film and their clean houses. Right away, I was drawn in! I absolutely love looking at show homes and home decorating sites with beautiful colors and arrangements. I have a favorite antique store that is located in an old house, where the proprietor has created a dining room, bedrooms, living room, kitchen, and bathroom, with everything in them for sale. Each room is a different color theme, and each room feels like home. I jokingly tell her that I love coming there, because there are no dirty dishes piled in the kitchen and no laundry to be done. The original "Stepford" film had all the elements I admired in home living. Everything was neat and clean, dinners were served on time, and happy, contented wives loved and honored their husband--and the husbands were courteous of them, also....
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