Cocteau, Mormons and Crashing Ceilings
Weren't people dancing in the streets of the Castro and on Valencia barely a week ago? Did the honeymoon last 12 hours of 24? Or did Proposition 8 cancel out all of it?
I try to read Angels in America again every couple of years or cheat and watch part of the DVD as I have done tonight and try not to think too much about my friend Franz collapsing in the lobby of the Walter Kerr in May of 1993 as he kept repeating "Don't worry, you're moving to California just like the characters in the dream sequence." I've never been a Mormon but had an unsettlingly polite house mate and a number of second and third cousins who have been. There always seemed to be something sinister lurking beneath the calm waters.