TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 11.14.21 Ah well, despite everything, it was a nice Saturday. I walked with the husband's cousin to the woods, chatting about the weird Christmas last year: he had gone over with wife and child to visit family in England, where the country went into immediate lockdown, and they had to get repatriated back to Ireland, and afterwards the wife went into premature labor on the kitchen floor, with only himself as midwife. Later my friend and I went to the theatre for what was my first time since February 2020, when I saw Paul Mescal in The Lieutenant of Inishmore at the Gaiety Theatre in Dublin. We watched a play about gay people fighting for their rights in 1970s Ireland, when being a gay man was illegal and being a gay woman, well, women weren't even considered sexual beings. |