I debuted my solo show “Eroticized Rage” at Whitefire Theater in Sherman Oaks (13500 Ventura Blvd) as part of Solofest.
My van broke down on the way to the theater. The tow driver was very nice and gave me a lift to the theater. Only three people showed up for my play. So those two things took the wind out of my sails and I did not have it in me to do any singing. I felt humiliated and small.
The Super Bowl went late and half a dozen friends canceled at the last minute, so that cost me a decent crowd.
It took me about 30 minutes to get comfortable, only when I could talk about the glories of porn and sex did I loosen up and come alive. Those were some of the rare times last night when I was in the present moment and able to experience the emotions of what I was talking about. I think if I can do more of this, I’ll be much better, and that requires practice, more performances, etc.
I rushed through the last 30 minutes. Even though I went two hours, I missed many things I intended to say.
My friend Joey Kurtzman was there and he said it was the greatest theatrical experience of his life.
When I finished my play, I felt small, but when we sat for 90 minutes and discussed and he said that, I felt great. It was helpful for me to give him the feedback guidelines my writing teacher Terrie Silverman offered — what takes you in? What takes you out? What would you like to learn more about?
Here are past writings and videos on my 12-step work for sex addiction. Here are 40 questions for self-diagnosis.
