Post by Maria on Sept 18, 2022 17:22:08 GMT
Yesterday I did something very highbrow, and I went to the theatre to see a play. It was the the third night of Abigail Thorn's first play, and as I know I've said before, she is a huge source of inspiration for me. It was a very enjoyable night of entertainment.
The highlight for me being that at certain points in the play, the characters "become aware" of the audience and they are drawn in. The first time this happens, the script (yes I bought a copy lol) says "who the f*** are you?!" is to be screamed at an audience member. I was that audience member. I had Abigail Thorn look dead into my eyes and question who I was š Which was amazing in itself, but also quite surreal in a meta sort of way, like "I don't even know, I'm trying to work that out myself right now", and of all the people to put you on the spot and ask that directly to you...
The nice experience though. I don't know if this is standard for the venue, or if they'd changed it at the request of the production (most people involved were LGBT+), but they didn't have male/female bathrooms. There was just a sign above each saying "5 urinals, 2 WCs" for one and "7 WCs" for the other. Which makes me think that the first would ordinarily be the men's and the latter the ladies.
So with the way it was set up, I went into the latter, especially as I never use urinals anyway (because... ewww). A lady held the stall door open for me as she came out and I went in, and another did that sort of awkward dance with me when we were both trying to navigate around each other to wash hands and use the dryer after.
I don't know if it's just because of the demographic of the audience (obviously they are all going to be LGBT friendly and more on board with that kind of thing), but it was just absolutely fine. Considering the fear-mongering around public bathrooms, everyone was pleasant and it didn't feel awkward at all. And of course for me it felt especially nice to know that I was sharing facilities with members of my actual gender.
The highlight for me being that at certain points in the play, the characters "become aware" of the audience and they are drawn in. The first time this happens, the script (yes I bought a copy lol) says "who the f*** are you?!" is to be screamed at an audience member. I was that audience member. I had Abigail Thorn look dead into my eyes and question who I was š Which was amazing in itself, but also quite surreal in a meta sort of way, like "I don't even know, I'm trying to work that out myself right now", and of all the people to put you on the spot and ask that directly to you...
The nice experience though. I don't know if this is standard for the venue, or if they'd changed it at the request of the production (most people involved were LGBT+), but they didn't have male/female bathrooms. There was just a sign above each saying "5 urinals, 2 WCs" for one and "7 WCs" for the other. Which makes me think that the first would ordinarily be the men's and the latter the ladies.
So with the way it was set up, I went into the latter, especially as I never use urinals anyway (because... ewww). A lady held the stall door open for me as she came out and I went in, and another did that sort of awkward dance with me when we were both trying to navigate around each other to wash hands and use the dryer after.
I don't know if it's just because of the demographic of the audience (obviously they are all going to be LGBT friendly and more on board with that kind of thing), but it was just absolutely fine. Considering the fear-mongering around public bathrooms, everyone was pleasant and it didn't feel awkward at all. And of course for me it felt especially nice to know that I was sharing facilities with members of my actual gender.