With less than two weeks to election day, protests continue to rattle the country and theater gays, just like the young artists in the punk rock musical Rent, are promising to fight systemic racism for a symbolic Five Hundred Twenty Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes (One Year).
“Two years ago when I was at The Boar for my friend’s bachelor party, some guy followed me out then beat me senseless three blocks later. The doctors said I was lucky I didn’t suffer long term brain damage,” said Terry Gould, a former guest of The Boar. “But then I saw they put up an itty bitty pride sticker by the door, and now I’m holding MY bachelor party there. Isn’t that kinda beautiful?”
I volunteer, I organize, I’m trying to achieve lower ab vascularity by May. In times like these, it’s important to focus on what matters: shoving all 168 pounds of my boiling political rage into a bathing suit more suffocating than voting laws in Shelby County, Alabama.