i have such admiration for this friend of mine! prescott seymour is a drag queen living in new york who works under the stage name sutton lee seymour. he is part of the seymour family, which is the most admirable family on earth because they share every holiday, sunday dinners, etc. with each other. even the exes. and their kids. and stepkids. and futures.
little shop of horrors is a movie/play/movie about audrey II, a carnivorous plant cared for by a florist assistant seymour who named the audrey II in honor of his true love audrey. audrey is terrorized by the abusive boyfriend orin but finds the courage to leave–because there’s “suddenly seymour” the most popular song from this show is “suddenly seymour” which i can’t get out of my head right now. karma alert: audrey II ends up with a nice orin meal.
meanwhile, my friend works under the name sutton lee seymour sometimes. and he had this to write:
I have to tell this story, and please know it’s not praise I’m looking for. It’s change!
I was at my subway stop last night heading to my show, “in face” but in boy clothes. I do this for physical comfort, not from fear of being gay bashed. But last night I encountered a homeless man who decided to scream at me with hate once he saw my face (btw, I looked really pretty last night). I never really encountered this before.
I wasn’t afraid of him because he was on the Queens bound platform and I was on Manhattan bound platform. But he kept screaming, so I moved. But he wouldn’t stop.
And then something just hit me, I needed to do something. I considered going to the MTA folks in the booth but opted against that. Instead I left the subway station and went to the Dunkin Donuts and bought a cheddar, egg, sausage sandwich, a banana, a donut, and a bottle of water. Btw, nobody seemed bothered by my stunning face.
I went back up to the platforms, going to the Queens bound side this time. And I found the homeless man. And yes he did start yelling at me again. And I shut him up saying…
“This food is for you. Please eat up and remember it was a ‘faggot’ who decided to love you instead of ignore you today.”
And he didn’t do anything for a minute so I just left the food in front of him. And then he said thank you, which honestly surprised me because I was expecting more hate. And I left for my platform with no slurs coming from the man. And my train pulled up as I got back over and I saw him eating. And I headed to my show.
I realize that maybe this was risky, but there’s still so much hate out there that we can’t ignore it or fear it. And we can’t change hate with more hate. Only love. Will this change that man forever? Probably not. But I’m certain he won’t forget. At the end of the day, there are people who still need help. And hopefully, that man will think twice before he starts gay bashing. That’s my wish.
prescott, you are my hero!
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i used to write novels. romance novels specifically, and most of them are under the name vivian leiber. but i can’t tell you the number of times that people have used the words “real writer” with me. as in “oh, you write romances? i thought you were a real writer” or “when are you going to be a real writer?” and then there was the lady who told me that i wasn’t a real writer but she was because she was taking journaling classes at the university of iowa. i would like to believe we’re all real writers because whether it’s a thank you note to grandma for those wool socks or a twenty volume history of the peloponnesian wars, we’re putting ourselves out there.
BUT i was having dinner with libby fischer hellman (f2fb#7)… and she’s a REAL writer. or at least what i think of as a real writer. i knew her only slightly because her daughter went to school with my older son. and i harbored an odd feeling towards her. i’m not sure if it was envy or admiration–and those two emotions might just be the same thing.
she writes mystery novels and when i met her for dinner, i hoped she was going to tell me how to write a mystery. in other words, how to be a real writer. and i also wanted her to tell me how to get elmore leonard, our mutual facebook friend, to pay attention when i ask him to meet me.
instead, i was surprised to find out that she gets that “real writer” stuff all the time too. and she’s a very very cool chick and when we parted i realized i still had that envy/admiration thing going but it wasn’t because she’s a “real” writer–it’s because she’s a cool chick!
p.s. tomorrow–stripper lessons and packing for the first trip–maybe chris redmond will teach me basketball, the princesses of urbana and bloomington will host me, i’ll learn about railroads from a facebook friend i’ve only met once in my life.
p.p.s. visit libby’s website at libbyhellmann.com and tell her i sent you!
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