Sunday, November 25, 2012
Friday, September 3, 2010
Last night I performed at the T.G.I.Fridays in Torrance, a working class suburb of Los Angeles.
Presenting gay-centric stand up in Torrance is a lot like instituting a drag show in Laramie...one dull sequin and you're Dexter-ed.
At the end of my set, a drunk guy wearing jean shorts in a non-ironic fashion approached me. I began shaking in my faux-seersucker H&M Blazer, what slur must I suffer?
Instead he gave me the coolest compliment of my career. He looked at me, away from my eye, and exclaimed, "You're queer, but you're funny. Nice jacket!"
Sounds like I brought the right amount of flair to the red and white striped table.