The stage at WYSIWYG will be graced by my stank yet again. The latest show, Gays Gone Wild: Gayer Tales of Gay Gayness, is actually the final WYSIWYG as the organizers are taking a break from the regular show, although the promise is out there for future special presentations.
My first attended performance was in February of 2004: Worst.Sex.Ever. at PS 122. This was upon the recommendation of my friend Dan who answered several of my questions beforehand, such as, "What's a blog?" In that show, which eventually grew to be WYSIWYG, the performers told of various sexual misadventures and misfortunes. Among them were the rapaciously ravishing Jennifer Landry, whom I would meet again years later on the roof of the Eagle and to whom I would continue to be a little clumsy and fannish, possibly forever. Also performing that night would be one Choire Sicha, who, years later would be my editor/mighty-hand-of-god at Gawker and to whom I would continue to be a little clumsy and fannish. To say that this singular show was an impetus to get me writing again would be an honest statement. (And perhaps to Dan, too.)
Years later my shot on the stage was taken. The organizers were lovely to me, new buddies were met, and my presentation went over nicely.
Now everything comes full circle. Having attended the first, I hope to honor all that performed since then. And at the same time sort of turn things on their ear. Without giving it all away, this year's will be composed by two posts from the last three months that share a common theme and will most certainly include audience participation.
Humbly, I request your presence Wednesday June 13 not only to see me on the stage, but to also see this fine tradition off in a proper fashion.
