I've decided to use this blog as my daily diary- but knowing me I won't post a blog every day- I have far too many important things to do like make a tuna-fish sandwiches...yum yum.
Today, like so many other days finds me completely distraught over my comedy career and I feel like quitting and never getting on stage again. I invite all you readers to join my pity party (cocktails are on the upper deck) or a better yet welcome to my "kicking the kittens day". Now before PETA writes me - I don't really hurt animals, I don't eat meat, I don't wear leather (not even sneakers) and the only pussy I have ever hurt was my girlfriend's and she insisted on the roughness. Ok- now I'm just getting off track.
Anyway- I feel like crap today. Last night my comedy routine was criticized by a woman who said "all gay comedians complain about being gay and that's all they ever talk about". I lost my mind when I heard this and went all Rosie the Riveter on her ass- meaning I insistently started welding metal since my husband was at War. (too bad Rosie was make-believe and wore that stereotypical lesbian bandana- why couldn't she be dressed in a nice sweater set from Banana Republic?- BR has sizes that will fit Rosie's strong large fictional arms)
I went on the defense explaining to that ignorant woman that as comics we talk about our lives and what we know. Being "gay" is part of a gay comic's life. The woman then told me I should write a joke about what my mom did wrong while I was in the womb and subsequently caused me to be the defected homosexual that I am today.
It was a good time had by all.
I think they are accepting applications at Starbucks....