Sometimes I would be in an acting workshop and we’d be given a game to wander about instinctively, with abandon, and whilst writhing along the floor, I’d think – how lucky to be an actor and get away with this. If I did it in the street or along the top deck of a bus, I could be carted off and given heavy tranquilisers.
(for Marian in New Zealand who’s casting for her film)
I played this game as a 19 year old auditioning to study drama. I felt free enough to give a dead leg to the boy who ‘explored’ me a little too thoroughly. Outside of drama, i wouldn’t have got away with such violence.
O Lisa, thank you, so much. This is wonderful and I’m laughing my head off (what’s left of it!) & appreciate your tact not mentioning that my email was indeed slightly mad– May I crosspost?
you so may crosspost – even though i’m about 87% sure what that means but it feels blog to blog, word to word and like that
absolutely leisa and i can’t help miss those moments of innocent violence and craziness -maybe we need to set up our own safe space to go mad