Vulgar, A Twitter Debate with Peter LaBarbera

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Yesterday Sucked, Today I Took Class

Yesterday was little more than a series of voices ~ of silences, unforced errors, computer losses, rescheduled appointments, snake-bite disappointments and unanswered emails bundled up together in a tight little eight hour package, comin’ at me one after the other like some kind of Greatest Hits of Failure ~ all conspiring to tell me that I do not exist.  That I am delusional.  Wasting time.  That my dreams are simply that.  That I’m not good enough.  Not special.  That I have nothing to say and that I should just resign myself to a life of professional nothingness.  That I should simply be happy and thankful for whatever I get and walk away from this bullshit of wanting more.

I went to bed wishing I could even get myself together enough to cry and loathing the fact that I had promised a friend I’d take dance class with her in the morning.  I’ve [continue reading...]

The Death of FU40

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Dear Chuck Lorre ~

My name is Roger Ian Rosen.  I’m an actor.  I spent years doing musical theatre ~ from European tours to national tours to regional theaters and Broadway ~ and am just now, at a professionally advanced age, getting into the film and television side of the business.  As I’m sure you know, this is difficult.  To date I have not been able to secure either an agent or even a single audition.  Nothing.  I am not alone.  There are thousands of actors just like me ~ ready, willing and able to take on our big break ~ but we are having trouble even getting in the door.

I guess you could say that if the talent were there the doors would open.  I’m inclined to agree.  Although I think we both know that there are many, many actors in Hollywood with little to no discernable talent whatsoever and yet they continue [continue reading...]

Rebel. Dream. Do.

For the past few years I have had the distinct feeling that I am over here but that my life is over there ~ that some decisions ~ a few made by me, most made for me ~ were irreversible and that the path I was on would simply unfold ~ for better or worse, and without my input.  The lesson of my thirties was largely that I control almost nothing.  But I took that lesson one step too far and lost sight of how massive, powerful and specific “almost” is ~ that an entire universe exists within “almost.”  Thoughtlessly, onto the pile of the uncontrollable I tossed my own future.

Walking a path I had no interest in walking ~ trying to convince myself that I could wring happiness from a job that would lead me nowhere ~ that would neither challenge me nor bring me great monetary rewards ~ [continue reading...]

What Happens When All the LGBT Hate Jobs Dry Up?

I have a confession to make.  I’m worried.  So worried that I didn’t sleep last night.  I tossed and turned, so concerned I am for Brian Brown of the National Organization for Marriage, Maggie Gallagher of the Institute for Marriage and Public Policy, Peter LaBarbera of Americans for Truth About Homosexuality ~ in fact, all of the leaders of the last-gasp LGBT hate lobby.  I’m worried that they have cast their lot with a dying breed and will soon cause the unemployment numbers to tick ever so slightly up.  Yes, I’m worried that their days as professional homo-haters are numbered.

The problem here is two-fold:  1.  In the short term, they keep losing, which just can’t make their bosses happy.  It begs the question ~ How good are they at their jobs?  And 2.  In the long term, I have to wonder if their customer base is simply drying up.  I [continue reading...]

Dear Every Elected Official in the Country ~

That’s it!  I’m tired.  Unbearably tired of you, our leaders, “sending prayers to those affected” or bestowing upon us “resilience” and “strength” not to comfort us, but simply to manipulate us and prevent an uprising.  I’m tired of being patronized about “America’s willingness to pitch in.”  Tired of it.  Because these are words that should be more precious.  Less obvious.  Less common.  These speeches in constant rotation solely to give our society the appearance that it is not coming apart at the seams ~ which I’m not so sure it’s not.  It should not be necessary to use these words every other news cycle.  You call us resilient more frequently than a top 40 radio station plays that horrible Call Me Maybe song.  Is it really necessary to test our resilience and our charity in the face of a national disaster EVERY FEW MONTHS?  No.  Hell no!  Can you prevent [continue reading...]

A Twitter Conversation About Religion & Gay People Sparked By Chick-Fil-A

Below is a Twitter conversation I had late last night.  As with so many Twitter conversations, I have no idea who I was speaking with.  His profile says that he is male and a father.  Clearly he is religious and conservative.  Our chat was sparked by the Chick-Fil-A appreciation day that took place yesterday and the upcoming kiss-in.  The very first tweet is by someone else.  All the tweets after that are either him or me.

I wonder sometimes about the usefulness or destructiveness of Twitter.  I find so many of the things people say on it to be utterly disgusting.  I guess people feel anonymous and therefore find it safe to say horrific things to one another.  Oddly, Twitter gives us the feeling of importance by handing us a microphone while simultaneously giving us a blanket to hide under.  Public anonymity.  It seems to bring out [continue reading...]

Dear Armistead Maupin ~ THANK YOU!

Dear Mama,

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I’m not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less than I do, but you are still my parents and I am still your child.

I have friends who think I’m foolish to write this letter. I hope they’re wrong. I hope their doubts are based on parents who loved and trusted them less than mine do. I hope especially that you’ll see this as an act of love on my part, a sign of my continuing need to share my life with you. I wouldn’t have written, I guess, if you hadn’t told me about your involvement in the Save Our Children [continue reading...]