Hello all –

Last night saw the illustrious (sort of ) beginning and righteous (mostly) ending of the mini-musical “Skip: The Lesbian Carnie” — the official spinoff of the gothic horror rock musical I’ve been performing in — in both of which I play(ed) the love-doomed Skip.

I can’t say I’m not a little relieved that it’s all over.  Here’s what happened: the show was part of a late-night series where each Saturday 5 short pieces are performed, the audience casts its beer-enhanced votes, and three shows continue on to the next week while two go home.  Had our show continued, it would have meant that all of my free nights this week would be devoted to creating the next episode.  Quite frankly, I’m just too tired for that, although I was honored to have been given a chance to strut my stuff in this format. It’s not often that lesbians of any kind get the leading role, especially in something so esoteric as a musical. A big, singing, dancing butch girl is more often than not just a gag or a figment of my professional imagination. It’s also me.

The thing is, my relief also feels a bit… subversive. Don’t get the impression I didn’t do my best, or that I wasn’t invested in the material, but I definitely had some second thoughts. My Pretty GF summed it up rather succinctly – “Well, the entire script was one big vagina joke. Not much to go on, there.”

And there it is again.  That wall.  That seemingly impenetrable facade which shows us that butch characters can only be vehicles for vagina jokes.  And I love me some vagina jokes (tasteful ones… no pun intended) but I challenge the writers out there to find out what’s beyond that.  I tried to play Skip as honestly as possible, while still in the SNL-style of the piece, but the audience rightfully voted us down. Because guess what, producers? Writers? They want more.  Our piece was the most highly anticipated, my character the most referenced, so our fall was the greatest. We got our cheap laughs, and some well-earned, and we went home.

Who’s going to write the true butch role? Who’s going to do it in an under-used medium, like a musical? (Sure, sure, not everyone likes musicals… but still. It could be awesome. Butches who can sing are generally very popular. See Chris Pureka and then try to disagree.)

I’m ready whenever the script is. I know the audience will be there. And maybe we’ll even throw in a vagina joke, just to make ourselves laugh.