To quote Creon from TOO MUCH MEMORY: “A man who has never lost himself in a cause greater than himself has missed one of life’s mountain top experiences.” Despite the fact that Creon is one of my arch-nemeses (I jest), I couldn’t agree more.

So the Prop 8 trial continues in San Francisco, and the stakes are a bit higher this time as it could lead to the legalization of same-sex marriage in all 50 states if it heads to the U.S. Supreme Court (as it likely will).  Wouldn’t that be fantastic? And just way too easy? Lately I’ve been amazed with the realization of how much money is being poured into this issue - precious dollars that could be sent to Haiti instead, just so one group of people can have their Constitutional rights and another group of people can say “marriage is only ‘right’ if it results in offspring.” Of course, forget about the fact that some people can’t or choose not to have children and that half of heterosexual marriages end in divorce. Family as we know it is being (somehow) threatened here. Meanwhile the people in Haiti are having surgeries done in the streets without any type of anesthetic.

Whew, that felt good. My heart is kind of beating faster. Which makes my eyes feel wider and ready to receive more.

Hey, speaking of how much Americans care so much about family that we’re willing to keep people who love each other from coming together – did you know that businesses (that will remained unnamed) drive vans over the border to pick men up from Mexico and take them to their factories for illegally cheap labor? Tearing families apart, really. Sounds like a conspiracy theory, right? Well, maybe it is. I saw it in a documentary and who’s to say what’s true and what’s not anymore, in this age of instant information and Photoshop (can I say Photoshop? Is that copyright infringement?). But I figure if I can watch Fox News (can I only cite them if I’m saying something good?) and feel like it’s all true, then I can surely believe that businesses will do anything to save a dollar.

WOO! That felt good too! I feel alive; I feel open and ready to receive; I feel like my skin is buzzing!

HEY! Speaking of what I can and can’t say in a blog, how about that First Amendment! Trickiest amendment in the world and yet it was the first one made.  Coincidence? Maybe. Free speech. You know, while we’re trying to define what “marriage” is maybe we should define what “free speech” is, too. It just means you don’t have to pay for what you say, right? Unless of course you say something that could affect anyone, especially businesses or politicians or any group that has enough money to sue your ass, then you’ll pay out your ears. But don’t worry, it’s only CASH. You still have the freedom to verbally say it. They won’t cut your tongue out...

My muscles are tensing; I almost feel angry. I feel almost dangerous. I feel like my abdomen is twitching. Like my own bowels have something to say...

... I hate that we can shove living creatures into pitch black pens where they’re on top of one another and can’t move and break their own bones trying to stand up and that we call it “ethical treatment for animals.” And yet people roll their eyes when I say I’m vegetarian. I hate that vegans roll their eyes when I say that too. I still think there is a lot of sexism in the work place (and life in general) that people refuse to see but that affects young men and women everywhere. I think that television and Wii’s and magazines are going to really hurt our up-and-coming generations. It makes me so sad that you get put in a pen when you want to tell the world that creating another war is wrong. It makes me feel so awful that Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan never stood a chance against the pressure that was put on them to be perfect and skinny and likeable at any cost - and that that pressure is trickling down to our sons and daughters. It makes me wonder what the hell is going on when so many teens can’t find a reason to live and end their lives at 16, 10 years after becoming self-aware. It makes my head spin that when you try to talk about something you care about, you’re suddenly not cool anymore. You’re just a politically correct (when did this become negative?), uptight bitch and you need to get over it.

And above all, I am wrought with confusion when people ask what I do and I say “theatre” and they smile and say “How fun! I love plays!” because everything I just wrote IS THEATRE. It is my soul and my opinion and my courage and the fire inside me that HAS TO COME OUT AND SAY SOMETHING. It’s political, it’s personal, it’s important, it’s hypothetical and literal. It’s superlative. It’s life, physical and spiritual. My heart is racing, my mind is active, my heart is open. And it’s all just one person in this world of 6 billion. One, tiny Antigone.

Signing off.