Play a Day: Can Anybody Hear Me?
The stage is dark. From the void, a voice calls, “Hello?” “Hello?” No answer.
The stories we tell matter.
The stage is dark. From the void, a voice calls, “Hello?” “Hello?” No answer.
This is a piece I wrote in August of 2013. “It’s my BIRTH-day!” was all I could think, lying there in the (thankfully) cotton open-front robe waiting for the male gynecologist to come in for my exam. As a queer… Read moreSummer’s End
This is the transcript of a piece I originally performed in June of 2015 at Greetings from Queer Mountain, an open mic night in Austin. I have a Master’s degree in Performance Studies. That’s why I came to Texas. I… Read moreIn Between