"....Number
one, Rob - I don’t "fuck" your daughter. And number two - I’d finish
with Daisy tomorrow if you asked me to. It’s you I’m in love with, you know it
is…."
So,
people have asked me, how can a woman possibly write a play about a homosexual
love affair... which is a fair question to pose... I suppose...
But
it's not a play about gay sex.
It's
a story about love.
And
in this particular story the two humans who fall deeply and very passionately
in love with one another happen to be men.
It's
not really a piece of erotica, there aren't great long scenes focusing on the
mechanics of homosexual sex...
As
far as the play is concerned, sex is sex... love is love...
The
emotions we experience when we fall desperately, and very genuinely in love,
tend to be the same, whether we are young or old, male or female, trans, gay,
straight, bisexual...
The
craving...
The
euphoria...
The
insecurity...
The
jealousy...
The
ache...
The
longing...
The
sleepless nights and the desperate days...
The
hopes...
The
dreams...
The
ridiculous fragility of it all...
I
know more about love than almost any other subject, or state of being.
I
know much of the neurology - The physical architecture of the brain in love…
I
know lots of the ecstasy - the blissful sensation of achieving totally mutual,
unconditional love...
I
know even more of the misery - the feeling like a physical tear in your heart when your love is not reciprocated... the torture of unrequited love....
And
these are my credentials for exploring and writing about love...
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