Gay adult theater near me
A friend recently said to me, “I’m thinking about making my kids execute chores.”
The “kids” to whom she was referring are college graduates, who just returned home after getting their diplomas. They complete have jobs, driving to them in cars that their parents bought them.
Before you judge, let me add that these are terrific young people, raised by good, caring parents. Yes, they now reside at home, rent free, and my friend makes a point of rushing home to have dinner ready for them. Not because anyone demands that she do so but … well … just because. She’s a mom.
And I hasten to reiterate that they have jobs. Not important professional jobs, but they are employed. They work and win money. This is more than can be said for some of my other friends’ offspring, who currently live in their houses and do … nothing. Well, OK, that’s not entirely accurate.
They participate video games.
As the mother of two 20-somethings, I find this whole subject vexing in the extreme.
When do you step in and help out? And when do you just let them flop? I don’t know if there’s any one correct retort, except maybe not to throw them out
Josh Sharp in ta-da!, at the Greenwich House Theater. Photo: Emilio Madrid
The solo confessional theatrical performance by a comedian who’d love to be taken a little more seriously is such a popular genre these days that zoologists should probably come up with a name for the species. Edinburghus birbigliafleabagii, maybe. Or just Lavoie briglia. But whatever you’d call it, the thing is on full display right now in the downtown habitat that is the Greenwich House Theater, where Josh Sharp stands before a series of slides and announces, “I wrote alllll this dumb shit and then I memorized alllll this dumb shit.” “This is theatre,” he adds. “And you know what kind? With an r-e.”
Sharp’s self-deprecation is in direct and purposeful contrast to the virtuosity of the thing he’s setting out to accomplish. In his show ta-da!, he clicks through a 2,000-frame PowerPoint presentation (technically, he uses Google Slides) in time with an 80-minute stand-up perform. Usually, the slides reiterate what he’s saying — at the start, “hi,” “hello,” “what’s up,” “how are you,” “hi,” and “hello” flicker behind him as he breathlessly repea
Dear Abby: I think my son is gay and doesn’t want to be near his homophobic father
DEAR ABBY: I have suspected for many years that my son is gay. I don’t understand why he would experience he can’t discuss to me about his relationships. I would love him regardless. Everything was fine when his father and I lived hundreds of miles away, but when I mentioned we might relocate closer, my son got very upset and made it clear that he didn’t want it to happen. At the time, I didn’t understand why.
We moved closer anyway, and now there’s an invisible curtain between us. His dad is disabled. I’m his caretaker, which can be very stressful at times, but I do everything I can to hold care of myself emotionally and physically so I can do it right.
My husband’s dad turned out to be gay and divorced his mom. My husband is still angry at his father, which I understand. I suspect that may be one reason our son is distant. Several of his contemporaries (both male and female) hold mentioned their suspicions to me. I love my son and want to be closer. I have contacted PFLAG for assistance. Can you provide me with any insight? — TRYING IN VIR Opened: 1940 as the Monica Theatre. It's on the south side of the street four blocks east of Fairfax. Thanks to Eric Lynxwiler for sharing this c.1965 photo from his collection. It's on Flickr. Note "International" added in neon under the theatre's name. Seating: 638 originally, with no balcony. The initial film was "The Old Maid," starring Bette Davis. This big ad appeared opening day, March 15, 1940. Thanks to Mike Rivest for locating it. Visit his site: Movie-Theatre.org "Leo Hershon and Saul Fruchtman have sold the Monica theatre to Bob Schwartz and Jack Hendricks." Beginning in the late 50s, the theatre was calling itself the Monica International. By 1960 the theatre had started a slide toward soft-core porno. This Times ad from that year was located by Ken McIntyre for a announce on the P
Architect: Unknown
Initially it was a typical neighborhood house and then shifted toward a good career running foreign films. Michael Kilgore found this item in the January 5, 1952 issue of Motion Picture Herald: