Thursday, April 8, 2010
La Cage Aux Folles
I should have known I was gay when I cried tears of happiness while watching the musical "Annie" with my family at the Curran Theatre when I was 15. ("It's a Hard Knock Life" etc.) I tried to shield this with the upward head tilt. (Earlier on I remember asking my mom while watching television why Miss America was crying. I mean, she just won, she should be happy! My mom explained to me that sometimes people cry when they are happy. I did not know that. - of course the fact that an 8 year old boy is asking his mom about a wailing Miss America is another clue.)
Tonight I saw Jerry Herman's "La Cage Aux Folles" on Broadway. I am now at that age when I get to say that I saw the original on Broadway. (Another chapter in my book that also covers receding hairlines and doctors younger than you entitled "It Just Happens.")
It was a largely gay (and certainly gay-friendly) audience and as sappy and crowd-pleasing as Jerry Herman can be, I found it really moving and empowering. Yes, empowering! Am I so in need of affirmation? I am so starved for acceptance? In New York?!!! Ha!
I really don't know anymore. I just think there are so many messages out there that "I" am disordered, no good, a pervert, the "real" cause of scandal in the Catholic Church, and an issue bigger than invading Iraq according to the Republicans at the time, that to see a love story that is about ME and find it so honest and okay, I found really, really touching.