My evening with 15 sweaty muscular men.

Now the last time that I saw Swan Lake, I was in Prague and was able to see the traditional version. It was awesome as it always had been. Last night I got to see Matthew Bourne's version of Swan Lake. Amazing and so different from the Petipa/Ivanov "standard" version of Swan Lake. This version is sexual, violent and male dancers form the ballet corps. At first it felt a little strange to watch a dance performance where the females performed in token character roles. The men here are the main attraction. It was amazing to watch the men show off their talents as a group. The other fascinating part for me was that the men were being partnered in the pas de deuxs. That is definitely not a traditional role for male dancers. I'm not sure how to best explain that. Usually, male dancers guide a female partner through the steps in a dance. Here, we have two men doing the same thing. What makes it fascinating is that men usually have no clue how to be partnered/guided because they are the ones partnering/guiding. The costumes were great too. I loved the feathered leggings for the swans.



I highly recommend it for any dance/theatre buffs or for anyone who wants to break out of their normal outings.


For those of you who don't know the story of Swan Lake, you can find it here.

This is the best site to know more about Matthew Bourne's interpretation

If only I could play chess that well

Symbolic Death Following the Death of the Main Threat
How will it happen?	Satan will strike you down for beating him at chess.
'What horror movie death would you have?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Facetious icon

I think I need one.
I seem to make comments that, I guess, others think I really am serious. Thus feeling the need to comment back to me why they think my comment is fucked up flawed.
Oh, these are non-friends list people, so before anyone starts thinking "what did I say?", it's none of you.

I am known for this kind of stuff. I do it all the time. I can and will tell you anything with a straight face and not mean a word of it. OK, that sounds bad because I don't make a habit of telling lies.¹ For example, I have a friend Kim who had pink hair all during college. We were in a pottery shop at the flea market when the shop owner started commenting on Kim's hair. She asked if it was her natural color. OK, we should all know that pink hair doesn't come naturally. But I couldn't resist and stated without an ounce of laughter "it is, isn't it great?" So yeah, I make remarks that should just be taken in jest. Now I've got to go find a good icon that makes that statement loud and clear.


¹Cindy the Liar made life difficult for our little group of mutual friends. Many of us survived Cindy the Liar, but it is still a sore subject as we figure out 20 years down the road all the shit she said about us, to us and for us.