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Evening everyone! Kind of an announcement thing going here. So, through my university, I have the opportunity to go to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival to perform one of our shows! This is such a wonderful opportunity, both for my theatre career, and also to experience a whole other country!
But, of course, international travel is expensive. To make some money for this trip, I’ve been trying to make and sell various handmade bracelets! Most bracelets are $4, but can vary based on special styles and such. Here are some examples:
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From: Hamilton: An Americal Musical, by Lin-Manuel Miranda
Genre: Dramedy; Musical
Topic: Death; Letter
Character: Female; Kind; Non-White
Alexander? There’s a letter for
you.
“On
Tuesday the 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British
troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know,
John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3,000 men for the first all-black
military regiment. His dream of freedom for these men dies with him.”
From: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, by JK Rowling, John Tiffany, Jack Thorne
Genre: Dramedy
Topic: Parenting; Friendship; Darkness
Character: Male; Adult
My
father thought he was protecting me. Most of the time. I think you have to make
a choice – at a certain point – of the man you want to be. And I tell you that
at that time you need a parent or friend. And if you’ve learnt to hate your
parent by then and you have no friends… then you’re all alone. And being alone
– that’s so hard. I was alone. And it sent me to a truly dark place. For a long
time. Tom Riddle was also a lonely child. You may not understand that, Harry,
but I do – and I think Ginny does too.
Tom
Riddle didn’t emerge from his dark place. And so Tom Riddle became Lord
Voldemort. Maybe the black cloud Bane saw was Albus’s loneliness. His pain. His
hatred. Don’t lose the boy. You’ll regret it. And so will he. Because he needs
you, and Scorpius, whether or not he now knows it.
From: I Never Saw Another Butterfly, by Celeste Raspanti
Genre: Drama; One Act
Topic: Holocaust; Goodbye
Character: Female; Adult; Motherly
Raja, Raja Englanderova, you know by now that my number – 102866 – was
called; when you come to school today you will see that I have gone. You will
have questions, and I will answer them before you ask. Once I saw an old Bible
picture. Satan was about to pierce a saint through with his lance. The saint
was sitting comfortably there, as if it had nothing to do with him. I used to
think that the medieval painters were incapable of presenting feelings like
fear, astonishment, or pain – so it looked like the saints had shown no
interest in their own martyrdom. Now I understand the saints better; what could
they do? I have wrapped up the last of the pictures and poems in my shawl. See
that these are buried with the rest – somewhere. And remember what they mean to
all of us. I have nothing else to give you but this – what you and all the
children have made of Terezin – the fields, the flowers – and all the
butterflies… Goodbye…
My vagina’s angry. It is. It’s
pissed off. My vagina’s furious and it needs to talk. It needs to talk about
all this shit. It needs to talk to you. I mean what’s the deal — an army of
people out there thinking up ways to torture my poor-ass, gentle, loving
vagina. Spending their days constructing psycho products, and nasty ideas to
undermine my pussy. Vagina Motherfuckers.
All this shit they’re constantly
trying to shove up us, clean us up — stuff us up, make it go away. Well, my
vagina’s not going away. It’s pissed off and it’s staying right here. Like
tampons — what the hell is that? A wad of dry fucking cotton stuffed up there.
Why can’t they find a way to subtly lubricate the tampon? As soon as my vagina
sees it, it goes into shock. It says forget it. It closes up. You need to work
with the vagina, introduce it to things, prepare the way. That’s what
foreplay’s all about. You got to convince my vagina, seduce my vagina, engage
my vagina’s trust. You can’t do that with a dry wad of fucking cotton.
Stop shoving things up me. Stop
shoving and stop cleaning it up. My vagina doesn’t need to be cleaned up. It
smells good already. Don’t try to decorate. Don’t believe them when he tells
you it smells like rose petals when it’s supposed to smell like pussy. That’s
what they’re doing, trying to clean it up, make it smell like bathroom spray or
a garden. All those douche sprays, floral, berry, rain. I don’t want my pussy
to smell like rain. All cleaned up like washing a fish after you cooked it. I
want to taste the fish. That’s why I ordered it.
Then there’s those exams. Who
thought them up? There’s got to be a better way to do those exams. Why the
scary paper dress that scratches your tits and crunches when you lie down so
you feel like a wad of paper someone threw away. Why the rubber gloves? Why the
flashlight all up there like Nancy Drew working against gravity, why the Nazi
steel stirrups, the mean cold duck lips they shove inside you? What’s that? My
vagina’s angry about those visits. It gets defended weeks in advance. It won’t
go out of the house. Then you get there. Don’t you hate that? “Scoot down.
Relax your vagina.” Why? So you can shove mean cold duck lips inside it. I
don’t think so.
Why can’t they find some nice
delicious purple velvet and wrap it around me, lay me down on some feathery
cotton spread, put on some nice friendly pink or blue gloves, and rest my feet
in some fur covered stirrups? Warm up the duck lips. Work with my vagina.
But no, more tortures — dry wad
of fucking cotton, cold duck lips, and thong underwear. That’s the worst. Thong
underwear. Who thought that up? Moves around all the time, gets stuck in the
back of your crusty butt.
Vagina’s supposed to be loose
and wide, not held together. That’s why girdles are so bad. We need to move and
spread and talk and talk. Vaginas need comfort. Make something like that.
Something to give them pleasure. No, of course they won’t do that. Hate to see
a woman having pleasure, particularly sexual pleasure. I mean make a nice pair
of soft cotton underwear with a French tickler built in. Women would be coming
all day long, coming in the supermarket, coming on the subway, coming happy
vaginas. They wouldn’t be able to stand it. Seeing all those energized, not
taking shit, hot happy vaginas.
If my vagina could talk it would
talk about itself like me, it would talk about other vaginas, it would do
vagina impressions.
It would wear Harry Winston
diamonds, no clothing, just there all draped in diamonds.
My vagina helped release a giant
baby. It thought it would be doing more of that. It’s not. Now, it wants to
travel, doesn’t want a lot of company. It wants to read and know things and get
out more. It wants sex. It loves sex. It wants to go deeper. It’s hungry for
depth. It wants kindness. It wants change. It wants silence and freedom and
gentle kisses and warm liquids and deep touch. It wants chocolate. It wants to scream.
It wants to stop being angry. It wants to come. It wants to want. It wants. My
vagina, my vagina. Well…It wants everything.
From: Bush Dreams, by Walter Wykes (Ten - Minute Play)
Genre: Comedy
Topic: Cat
Character: Female
Oh! A kitty! Come here, Kitty. Come here. It’s okay. I
won’t hurt you. [She picks the animal up,
strokes its back. It begins to purr contentedly.] There you go. Do you like
that? You just needed some attention, huh? Was everybody ignoring you? If you
were a giraffe I bet you’d be getting lots of attention! What a good kitty you
are. Yes, you are. What’s your name? Do you have a name? You sure are a cute
little thing. You want to come back to the village with me? Huh? We could watch
out for each other, you know, I could scratch behind your ears, you could show
me where all the good watering holes are. You look like you know your way
around. I don’t suppose you know where I could find a nice, hot bath, do you?
No? Well, it was worth a shot. At the moment, I’d be willing to do just about
anything for a bath. I guess I’m talking to the wrong animal though. You don’t
have to bathe. You just lick yourself clean. I may have to try that. Yes, I may
have to– [MISSY suddenly realizes that
the dancing has stopped. She freezes.] Why is everyone staring at us?
From: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, by JK Rowling, Jack Thorne, John Tiffany
Genre: Dramedy
Topic: Betrayal; Anger
Character: Male
Go. Leave. I don’t want you
here, I don’t need you. You were absent every time it really counted. I fought
him three times without you. I’ll face him again, if needs be – alone.
“Love blinds us”? Do you even
know what that means? Do you even know how bad that advice was? My son is – my
son is fighting battles for us just as I had to for you. And I have proved as
bad a father to him as you were to me. Leaving him in places he felt unloved –
growing in him resentments he’ll take years to understand –
Years – years I spent there alone, without knowing what I was, or why I was
there, without knowing that anybody cared!
From: Chicago, by John Kander, Fred Ebb, Bob Fosse
Genre: Comedy; Musical
Topic: Murder
Character: Female; Young Adult
You know how guys have these little habits that get you
down? Like Bernie. Bernie liked to chew gum. No, not chew. POP. So I came home
this one day and I am really irritated, and I’m looking for a bit of sympathy.
And there’s Bernie layin’ on the couch, drinkin’ a beer and chewin’. No, not
chewin’. POPPIN’. So I said to him, I said, “you pop that gum one more time..”
and he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots…
into his head.
