Lights, Camera..Gimp

 

                                               

Lights, Camera...Gimp

                                               

The stage cold, the audience one, the actor broken

Since the start of our journey D has never closed the curtains on his one man show no stage "too big or small". He believes the world needs to see his show. No venue, setting, even (family or friends gathering) is an inappropriate time play "show and tell" with his emotional wounds. I've caught D numerous times setting up a makeshift stage so complete strangers (usually my friends) can hear his tales of pain. He once trapped a man (my friend/coworkers Husband) during a time of merriment and joy (our friend/coworkers wedding) and limped proudly onto his stage of emotional wreckage (the corner of the dancefloor) to share with this man that this day was significant as it was a three weeks away from the day 15 years ago that his Papa would pass. I could see the lights dim and the trapped audience bewilderment at how they purchased this ticket. This would not slow D he was primed for the performance, ready to bare all. Two people left that time of merriment (myself and my friends husband) perplexed, shaken and aged from the performance. One person however, left invigorated, clambering for more and ready for the next (inappropriate) time to become an emotional nudist, a streaker, a flasher of the truth in his soul.