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NYC area friends, travelers who love immersive theatre... Go see The Death of Rasputin, which runs til June 15 and is FANTASTIC. Get tickets ASAP before they sell out.
https://www.deathofrasputin.com/
Highlights:
- Like Sleep No More if it was a satire with dialogue
- Wonderful soundtrack by Punchdrunk's Stephen Dobbie
- Lots of contemporary resonance without ever being too on the nose (the fall of an empire, violent revolution, cultish beliefs that blind people to reality)
- Great bar, unique atmosphere
- Awesome NYC views you usually don't get to see at night
-Many performers and creative team members with Punchdrunk/Sleep No More experience
- Did I mention it's SO funny?! And so fun!
You want to call your House rep now and tell them Trump needs to be impeached immediately for defying a Supreme Court order (re: Kilmar Abrego Garcia), which functionally voids our constitution and means no one in America has rights anymore.
I am not exaggerating.
As of now, anybody can be disappeared, no due process, no recourse. Trump is openly disregarding a Supreme Court order and says heβll send US citizens to El Salvador.
This is not a drill.
Call your House rep and tell them they must impeach. Tell them if they cannot bring themselves to impeach, they must resign. A more open and shut case to impeach is not possible. Trump and his administration are saying openly, in public, that anybody can be kidnapped by ICE, even in error, and disappeared permanently.
Call your senators, too, and tell them to support impeachment (it goes to them once it passes a majority House vote).
Find your representatives. Learn how to find and connect with them. Stay informed about their bills, committees, and contributions.
"Hello, my name is _______ and I am a constituent from _______. My address is ________.
I am reaching out today to urge Representative ______ to call for the impeachment of President Trump due to his refusal to comply with the Supreme Court's April 10th decision regarding Kilmar Abrego Garcia, who was unlawfully deported and has been charged with no crime. As Justice Sotomayor stated, this inaction implies the government's ability to 'deport and incarcerate any person, including U.S. citizens, without legal consequence, so long as it does so before a court can intervene.' This precedent is unconstitutional, highly illegal, and grounds for impeachment. Every individual, regardless of immigration status, must be guaranteed a right to due process.
Representative _____, I urge you to stand on the right side of history today by calling for President Trump's impeachment. This administration can not be allowed to continue unilaterally defying the checks and balances that are intrinsic to our government."
You can also find your representative and senators and their phone numbers on https://5calls.org/
Please don't be afraid of calling. Your job would just be to be a data point, not to sound perfect. Here's some info on why calling is effective.
poll 2 of 3: the underdogs
The Disorderly Knights is a romance* between...
Francis Crawford and Leone Strozzi π΄ββ οΈ
Francis Crawford and Ralph Bullmer π
Francis Crawford and the memory of Robin Stewart π»
Francis Crawford and Kate Somerville π₯§
Francis Crawford and Adam Blacklock π¨
Francis Crawford and Jenny Fleming π«π·
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ive been listening nonstop to the lymond book club episodes on youtube and now that i'm much further into the series, i want to recommend them again -- they explain the books so well (illuminating so so many things i missed in all of my previous reads!) and in a really fun and relaxed conversational way. the tapatalk forums (god bless them) are really good for looking up individual questions by chapter, but they're super hard to navigate and don't offer the same kind of seamless narrative experience.
anyway if you do already love lymond these video are like the perfect perfect podcast about your favorite books. and if you've had trouble getting into or are wary about starting lymond -- reading along with these videos is probably the best entry point out there.
I love so much that people are still finding our pandemic book club entertaining. β€οΈ
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I love re-reading Game of Kings specifically (currently just on the audiobook back-burner while I'm reading The Way of Kings, ha!) because I can't help contrasting my love for it now to the sheer overwhelming confusion and slowly revealing brilliance of that first time I read it.
Just because, here's my favourite snippets of the scene that really made me sit up and know I had something special. Yes I loved the drunken pig, I had a good laugh at little MQoS bouncing on 'monsieur l'abbΓ©' and the Spaniard at Hume Castle, I loved Christian and Agnes Herries and her daydreams.
But right here is where I began insufferably quoting bits at anyone who'd listen, clutching my hard copy like something precious because I couldn't quite believe how GOOD it was and that my mother had been right all along:
This was my point of no return, and I'm so fond of it!
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well do you deal with latent sexual feelings for your sister
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jamie lannister how well would you deal with your dad being an utter bastard with unresolved issues about the death of his wife
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with the fact that your nephew is a complete and total douche
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how do you feel when you see gwendoline christie in armor
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how badly did your failed attempt to murder a kid screw everyone over
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how disappointing was the end of your franchise
https://twitter.com/coff33detective/status/1271463582312673281
βmake yourselves impossible to ignore. 10,000 signatures on twitter is a lot but 10 unique personal emails is enough to derail an entire council session.β
I was in a city council meeting last week about defunding the police and one of the council members mentioned multiple times that sheβd been inundated with calls and emails all that day saying to defund the police.
[ID: Two screenshots of a twitter thread by alex flanigan, anti-fascist @Coff33Detective from June 12, 2020 beginning at 11:25 AM that reads: hi! i work in local government and community management, and iβm here to tell you a secret: it is like, really, really easy to overwhelm the people who work in your local government. especially right now. especially on things they can actionably do or impact.
you may not know this, but i bet your city or town or municipality has a website. i bet that website has some contact forms or email addresses on it. i bet you can use them to put together a message in about 5 minutes! i bet itβs almost as easy as signing a national petition.
which is to say: iβm noticing, like most other people, that the national level discussion on really important and long overdue issues is flagging. but the internet and news cycle is not the only battleground, and you will be pleasantly surprised by how easy it is toβ
βfight those battles at home, on your own turf, with much more immediate impact, and they are so, so important.
I am begging you: make my job, and the jobs of people like me, difficult right now. flood us with demands. make yourselves impossible to ignore. 10,000 signatures on twitter is a lot but 10 unique personal emails is enough to derail an entire council session. End ID]
Iβve been a city council observer with the League of Women Voters for nearly a year, and I have witnessed the following:
A few guys voicing their anxiety about speeding on a street where their children play and suggesting a radar speed sign. Despite catching all of two meetings where this was mentioned, I walked back home one day andβyepβthere was a radar speed sign up.
A persistent force of 3-5ish loud residents coming to zoning and council meetings because they did not want a drive through style restaurant moving into a particular area where there were already major issues with traffic congestion and safety. This eventually resulted in a Chik-fil-a having its planning proposal shot down by council such that the lot is now likely to house an Aldi. I am getting low cost groceries instead of bigotry chicken in my neighborhood because of a D&D partyβs worth of regular speakers.
A turnout of residents shouting down an attempt to reduce the amount of funding for the community Juneteenth celebration until Council backed down. One meeting. Roughly a dozen people + their kids speaking about the significance of the holiday. The celebration ended up having its full funding restored.
In my experience, it is incredibly easy to bully local politicians and get some sort of results, especially in small municipalities. If you have something that you want to see happen at the local level, seriously try to contact your local officials and see what you can make happen.
I single-handedly got them to double the number of chickens you are allowed to keep in my former town.
You genuinely donβt even always have to go to a meeting btw. If you have a Facebook, those council members are in your local Facebook groups.Do you know how easy it is to tag your mayor and go βhey what are you gonna do about this?β over everything? Do you know how often that WORKS?
Pay attention to this.
Government From Above looks easy. Command your followers to do shit and they do it, right?
Except when they donβt. Because all of a sudden their neighbors get in their faces.
Then the whole thing comes apart.
Itβs easy for people to think Their Boy and their way of thinking has won, beating the Evil Other Side. They think they can then go back to arguing with their HOA and worrying about the price of eggs.
Teach them otherwise!
Turn up at local political meetings and have those people understand that youβre not just going to roll over and let them have their way. Yell at them. (In words bigger than they were equipped to understand, if you feel thatβs the way to go.) Give them to understand that they are not right, and you will be back again to get up their ill-prepared noses about this. And again. And again. (Because theyβll never really be ready for opposition. No oneβs taught them that. Theyβre just cannon fodder, poor things. They were never meant to go into battle.)
People hate looking stupid repeatedly in front of other people. You can tire them out. You can make them give up. You can make them feel thereβs no point in it.
Donβt talk yourself out of this. The Goddess of Justice must descend from great heights to effect herself into the works of human beings. Donβt talk yourself out of βyour turn in the barrel.β (As some humans have been known to call it.) It wonβt last that long. Theyβve got no staying power.
Let the folks youβre opposing understand that youβre going to keep on doing this every time they show up. Let them get the sense that youβre willing to be unreasonable about this. Theyβve been thinking theyβre the βsaneβ ones in this discourse. Teach them that they may possibly be incorrect.
Be persistent. Some of them will never have seen persistence in their lives. (As opposed to repeating somebody elseβs talking points over and over again, which isnβt the same thing at all.) True persistence requires creativity! Every day, make a new way to come at them. They will never be able to keep up with you.
If enough of us do this⦠we can take whole legislative structures back: from the bottom up.
Just from being annoying. :)
Okay but how do I do this for my local library. Like, the library is good. I want to help them by supporting them.
Hereβs some tips from a librarian:
Show up!! Library programs always track attendance and this is a major point of getting funding, both from the city / county (allotting money to the library as a whole) and for individual librarians / departments (getting a piece of that funding to do specific programs). If no one shows up, we canβt justify putting on another D&D campaign, craft circle, computer basics class, teen art show, resume help, etc.
Use the services! Basically the same as above, but for everything in the library, not just events or programs. Your library may let you check out video games or musical instruments or sewing kits or seeds to plant, etc. Theyβll almost certainly have some sort of ebooks or downloadable audiobooks, probably through Libby, Hoopla, CloudLibrary, or some other app. The more people use these services, the more funding we get to buy them and keep paying for them!
Request books! This is super helpful for combating banned books because it literally shows the community WANTS to have these books in the library. Request small press and indie published books, request any books with LGBT+ rep (or whatever cause you want to focus on), request to get more copies of books being challenged. Your library might have a form to fill out online or just ask at the desk how you can ask them to purchase a copy, this is super great engagement and we will be HAPPY to help you do this!
Goodbye to the McKittrick Hotel
April 16, 2011. My friend Tammy had told me she'd seen an incredible production of Macbeth that she was certain I would love. I walked into the McKittrick Hotel that Saturday night with no idea that I was entering a place that would change my life forever.
What an extraordinary, fruitful place of creative energy it was. How wild, almost unbelievable, that such a place survived in New York City for nearly fourteen years.Β
My first impression: You have to walk around and climb stairs and wear a mask? How can you do Shakespeare without dialog? Until I realized the dialog was in the dance, and the rave shocked my jaded sensibilities, and I was in a tiny room with a beautiful sobbing naked man, and then I went home and dreamed about it and knew I had to go back.
Then the parties. Halloween 2011 was the best event party I had ever been to - welcoming, engaging, fun. For fourteen years the McKittrick became my Halloweens, my New Years Eves, my May Fairs (I didn't even know that was a thing), that wonderful exhausting year of 2016 when they did Supercinema almost every month. The parties became more elaborate, the costumes, the set designs, the stories, the interactions, the performances. The Paisley Players, the epic ballroom extravaganzas, the tableaus in the walled garden...
Remixed (the first) remains the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. November Rain at the banquet. The Imperial March in the maze. Diamonds are Forever, forever...
The Boy Witch party made me cry and cry. Two nights only and it was probably the best thing I've ever seen. The carousel on the ballroom stage, the fire, the lady in pink tights, the lost love. Every time I hear that version of Crazy in Love, I feel that emotion again.
At the Clue party, Maximilian led us through the floors, and we watched Neil Patrick Harris chop off his own head in the Macbeth bedroom.
Fourth of July 2012, after the show, a marching band played as we climbed six floors to the roof to reveal a beautiful secret garden where we watched theΒ fireworks. Gallow Green was magical in the early days, with Paul Corning's gardener watering plants and occasionally leading people away, and Annabella planting herbs and making potions with us.
One day after the show, Lulu put a stamp on my hand and told me to go to the elevator. I took it up and a character led me into the Heath for the first time. We'd go there for drinks or dinner, watch Elizabeth Lindsey glide through the space like watching a portal into a film noir, follow instructions on secret notes and hope to win the lottery. (Once I did; Ginger took me, blindfolded, to High Street, and I still have the memories of discombobulated absurdity - and a spoon with my name engraved on it.)
Then they put a cozy little Scottish lodge on the roof, with bunk beds and blankets and heaters, and a forest out back with a canoe? in a tent. We'd huddle around the fire pit, or sprawl on the bed. All the books were pre-1939. At some point there was a room full of boardΒ games. My friend Matty would sit at the desk writing his dissertation and people thought he was a character.
I watched Rosemary's Baby on the rooftop, curated by Amy Poehler, and Vertigo in the ballroom, shivering in the air conditioner.
Calloway started doing these "salons" in the Manderley after the show, with songs and narratives and recurring characters and Hans dying every time. Then one day the email said something about "McKittrick Follies," and I showed up and characters were singing and telling stories and everyone was drinking and talking into the night.Β Β
I can't believe we were so spoiled by that boundless creative energy for so long. For months? years? we had a weekly Follies, then... biweekly? Sunday afternoons we'd sit on the beds in the Lodge drinking mulled wine before going down to the Follies; then Wednesdays I'd work late and walk into the Manderley at 10pm, or go home and walk up the High Line to come back, listening to the show crowd's excited chatter as they exited, entering to music and humor and drinks that flowed and flowed and flowed. So much extraordinary talent, all concentrated in this one place and sparkling off of each other, creating and creating and creating.
Ginger was so funny. Lily's voice was beautiful. Mallory was the bawdiest thing. Nick's Maximilian was a true original. Conor and Austin were so awkward and snarky. JWW has the most dear, sweet, unique style. I can't list everyone; I can't believe we were blessed with so much.Β
There were so many incredible singers and musicians over the years. Kat Cunning. Lisa McQuade. Julia Haltigan. Stephanie Amoroso. Onalea Gilbertson. Every iteration of the Manderley band was full of wildly talented musicians. I was lucky enough to see Cibo Matto in the Heath, and Leslie Odom Jr in the Manderley. The place was absolutely punching above its weight in terms of talent.
I learned to drink in the Manderley bar. When I first went, the only drink I knew how to order was a Sex on the Beach. I had my first gin gimlet at the Manderley Bar. The Professor, Brandon Tyler Harris, asked me what gin I liked, and I didn't know, so I tried them all and discovered that it's Hendricks. Then I switched to smoky mezcal margaritas, and drank them for years, occasionally starting trends. Later it was scotch sours, smoky Laphroaig, heaven in a glass. At the Heath they'd had my all time favorite drink, long gone; something with Scotch, orgeat, and a cabernet float... I'm at the age now where I've largely had to stop drinking; the era of alcohol in my life will always be tied up in the McKittrick.
If it weren't for Sleep No More, I wouldn't have gone to London and made many of my dearest friends; wouldΒ never have experienced Shanghai the way I did, with local friends to guide me.
Lily Ockwell brought me on the Manderley stage on my birthday. The lights were very bright. Could she have imagined how utterly terrified I was? In a good way.
At my 100th show, Kit/Ginger bought me a drink as soon as I walked in.
Gus from front of house overheard me talking about an upcoming trip to Shanghai and invited himself along. We had so much fun, we took a trip to Costa Rica the next year.
After my cat Lucifer died, London gave me the biggest hug as soon as he saw me.
At Austin Goodwin's Juilliard graduation performance, the whole evening was so beautiful. All these extraordinary young people who'd worked so hard, accomplished so much, brimming with possibility for their futures. I wanted so much to be one of the families,Β full of pride and love for someone I'd helped nurture. When I wrote a tumblr post wrestling with the decision to have a child, Austin sent me a message telling me he thought I'd make a good mother. It is one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me, and helped me make one of the hardest decisions I've ever made.
Once on new yearsΒ eve, Anabella gave me a Tarot card - Ten of Pentacles. I knew when I got that card that it was about my desire to have my own family, a child of my own. I put it on my fridge as inspiration and it's still there next to pictures of my kid.
I met my best friend on High Street, looking in the window of the tailor shop, watching Paul Zivkovich as a clown. This is the friend who is now in my will to take care of my child if I die.
I say I'm not creative, but the McKittrick brought out the creativity I do have. So many words in this blog. Several interviews for academic papers or articles. A box full of costumes in my closet: Andrea Alden in the Infidelity Ballet scene; Medusa out of a bunch of plastic snakes I painted and attached to a headdress; Vampire Willow; a Baz Luhrman Capulet; Mrs White. I see photos and find myself wearing costumes I don't even remember.
In early 2020, I hadn't been going to Sleep No More for a while, but when covid got scary, suddenly that's where I had to be. I was there until the day I showed up and the doors were closed.
I genuinely wonder, will I ever be as good at anything in my adult life as I was at following the Macbeth loop? I knew just where to stand, to view a perfect wide shot, to see a close up at a respectful distance. I loved to follow Macbeth down the corridor into the rave, a shadow halo'd in red, arms out against the tin walls. And to follow him out, running full speed, enraged and out of control as the music swelled and he went into the speakeasy to kill Banquo; there was no room for anything but adrenaline and utter absorption in the moment. To follow the Macbeths down the stairs as they screamed and shoved and kissed chocolate blood all over each others' faces. To stand still in the bedroom as they danced and fought around the room, the audience swarming around them, everything moving around me from close up to wide shot to close up.Β
Will anything bring as much peace as a Porter loop? I could always go there when I was sad. The hotel lobby was my favorite space. So dark it was almost black; figures emerging through the shroud of darkness. The tiny office, the papers and pencils. The sweet silliness of that character,Β the eternal hope. The overwhelming sadness. To be the one not chosen. Trapped, unable to change anyone's fate, watching and witnessing.
I used to think, there's a lot of downtime in this loop between the big moments like the cabaret, but in the end I realized, there is no downtime. Every moment is beautiful. I'd go there just to see the ominous deer loom over him as he reset the dining room, or to see those white sheets moving through the darkness like abstract art.
Zach McNally's Porter was my first 1:1, in 2012. I remember watching the tears down his face during the cabaret and thinking, wait, this character is as important as the Boy Witch. On Saturday, I watched him fade away into the shadows for the last time.
At the very last show, Andrew Robinson's Porter cried along with the audience as we watched him trace his hand. At the end, he cut his toast into a tiny heart and gave it to Danvers. She burst into tears, cut it in half, and they ate it together.
Boy Witch ended for me when my favorites left; it was all memories, echoes of the past. I'll never forget Conor, who always saw me, no matter how far away I stood, and always created some little moment to make my night special.Β
(I used to rarely watch the shower scene, and once he ran up to me in the bar and told me, you paid for your ticket, you can watch what you want to watch.)
Oddly, at my second-to-last show, I followed Macduff. Never a favorite, but the choreography is so good. Steven Bangerter looks and moves so much like Rob McNeill, and his sweetness balances out the character. How extraordinary to see the echoes of Rob, who was in the 2003 London production, so clearly and vividly, 21 years and who knows how many performers later. (I did not see the original production, but there are photos, and the first time I saw Rob in the Drowned Man I thought, wow, he moves like Macduff.)
I was noticing new things up until the end. Macbeth, upside down in the ballroom at the reset; the hanged man Tarot card. Macduff, lifting Sexy Witch in the ballroom and spinning her around, like Rob McNeill once did to me as we danced to the finale stage at the end of a Drowned Man.
After the second Remixed, I worked up the nerve to speak to Stephen Dobbie, asked him about the song choices,Β raved about how great they were. I'd forgotten that the November Rain video actually has a banquet scene in it.
One time I sat across from Felix Barrett at dinner and accidentally changed the ending of the show. I complained that the matron justΒ closes the door to the pagoda and black masks hurry you away; he made a note on his phone and within days it was better.
Once, I had a long conversation with Maxine in the Manderley. (And a few brief ones in London.) Sunday night when I said goodbye, she gave me a hug and said, you've been here all these years.
I don't know why it matters that I met these people. I'm not trying to break into the arts. Maybe I just have so much admiration for the people who've succeeded, in a world that makes it so difficult.Β Actually if I could have been anyone in the building, it would have been Carrie Boyd; color-coded spreadsheets are my jam. What an unsung superstar. Her salon was the best.
Once after a roundtable, I found a note in my bag from Ilana. "Thank you for your heart and mind." I'd say the same to her.
I don't even know what else to write. Fourteen years of memories. After I post this, I'll think, oh I should have mentioned that other thing too. How can you sum up something that meant so much?
The McKittrick was at the center of my experience of New York City; of my mid-adulthood. I will mourn it at the same time as I marvel that it ever happened, that I found it as early as I did, and that it could possibly have lasted so long.

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guys, alex krycek is the Most Character of All Time
he's a bright young fbi agent. just kidding, he's secretly working for the shadow government syndicate. the syndicate hates him. so does everyone else. he killed mulder's father. he's a great assassin. he and his accomplice killed scully's sister on accident. he's a terrible assassin. he survived a car bombing. the bomb was put in the car to kill him specifically bc he's so bad at his job. he cannot have a single interaction with mulder that is not intensely homoerotic. mulder once beat the shit out of him in a chinese airport and then the wife of a french diver gave him the black oil virus in the bathroom. like that's not even a euphemism for anything, that's literally what happens. he's working for the syndicate again. he purges the black oil violently from his face and then gets abandoned behind a door underground. he is no longer working for the syndicate. he once beat the shit out of skinner in a stairwell. in retaliation, skinner later shirtlessly beats the shit out of him and handcuffs him to his balcony where he almost dies. it is just as homoerotic as it sounds. his parents were cold war immigrants and he's fluent in russian. we only learn this right before mulder is going to abandon him handcuffed to a car to go to russia. he and mulder go to russia. bad things are happening, but they're in it together. just kidding, krycek is working for the russian government. just kidding, now he is being held prone on the ground while people saw his left arm off. now he has a prosthetic arm. he's working for the russian government. he and marita are enemies. he and marita are fucking. it's probable that krycek doesn't know how to have relationships that aren't both erotic and filled with hate. he's on mulder's team now, he even kissed him about it. just kidding, he's working for the syndicate again. he has a remote that controls nanobots(???) inside skinner's body, allowing him to harm and/or kill him at will. it is just as homoerotic as it sounds. it's all going to hell and the only person he's going to save is himself. he helps get nearly the entire syndicate slaughtered. he throws cigarette smoking man down a flight of stairs to his death. he's a great assassin. he can save mulder's life. he's not going to save mulder's life. scully's child cannot be born. he will help them get her somewhere safe so the child can be born. he's going to take mulder's life. skinner takes his life instead. now he's a ghost. his ghost is on mulder's side. the cigarette smoking man outlives him. he's a terrible assassin
hey hello just investigating and enjoying your lymond tag as i bathe in the nostalgia of my reread and just wanted to ask - did you ever end up finding the room in topkapi? i was there in 2019 and found what i imagine must have been THE room, i think i have a post abt it somewhere, but i hope you were able to make it!
Thank you!! I did go back years later and must've walked through the room, but didn't know how to figure out which it was.
and sure there are other babygirls but are they being hunted by every crown in europe for mass homicide and high treason while also being described as having "eyes like a kitten's"?
I saw the Boy Witch again last night.
It was the first time I'd seen Jordan Morley in the role since 2011, and the 13th anniversary of the opening of Sleep No More NYC.
It was magical. Jordan moves like a witch. Little movements of the hands, ways of floating through the space, supernatural.
Jordan finds so many moments of connection.
In May (?) 2011, Jordan's Witch drew me to sit with them at a little table in the lobby dining room, put a little milagro on a red string around my neck, and whispered, "Wear this always. It will protect you." (My memory of this is fuzzy, and I have other memories from this time that couldn't have been accurate, but I think this one is real.) I put the milagro on my bedroom mirror - it was a little hand - and it remained there for ten years, until I moved in 2021. Other trinkets came and went, but that one stayed, along with other milagros from Boy Witches, until they stopped giving them out a couple years later.
Why did I keep it there for so long? That moment of connection had been so beautiful. I knew it was a performance, I knew it wasn't "real," I knew it happened to whoever was in the right place at the right time multiple times per night. And yet somehow, in that brief moment, it had been so deeply moving and meaningful.
I felt it again last night. For the first time since my son was born, my back didn't hurt. I floated through the space like walking on air, like I was 13 years younger.
I've puzzled for so many years about why I am so drawn to the Boy Witch. Often I'd feel ashamed, wondering if it was something prurient, if I was just coming back to be flirted with by an attractive person who gets naked.
It came to me last night though, what's really going on. The Boy Witch is reaching out for connection. With these little moments of fun, and play, and teasing, and then these moments of great longing, of extended eye contact, of tears, of hugs.
He is a character who is cloaked in darkness, narratively an omen of tragedy and death, literally cloaked in the dark shadows of the McKittrick, and yet he reaches out through that darkness, always trying to find human connection. Last night I felt in those moments that he was seeing me as the Porter, as that embodiment of his lost love and humanity.
(Maybe the tragedy of the character is that he can never truly maintain the connection, that the tears aren't real, that those moments are ephemeral, that one moment he looks deep into your eyes and the next moment he spurns you. (Although I take the Boy Witch/Porter's recent NYE wedding as canon!))
What a miracle that this performer I've never spoken to outside of the show, and never thought I'd see in the role again, could reach out through the darkness of 13 years and create such beautiful moments of connection again.

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the thing about the references in lymond, is that they do not fucking matter. the man is a snob, you're not supposed to know what hes talking about, hes just showing off.
Heβs considerably older than Enoch now! And any dayfly you can name.