A little girl
Precious
I can show you pictures later
If you want
Which you should
Want to see them, I mean
Anyway
I have a daughter
And one day
She’s going to do theater
Because I do theater
And it’s in the blood
Trust me
It is
And the only advice I’ll give her
When she comes to me
And tells me she wants to do
theater
Is—
Don’t fall in love with a gay man
And if he does theater
He’s already at least twenty-five
percent gay
Even if he winds up being straight
In 2009—this was before my daughter
was born
I did A Thousand Clowns
At the Orpheus
And I fell in love
With one of the acting interns at
the time
Who was gay
He sort of loved me too
In his way
And I said ‘Let’s have a kid
together
Like—just for fun’
And he said ‘Sure’
Because we were both high on coke
at the time
And so we did it
We had a kid
Now I have a kid
And he’s backpacking in Europe
With a nice young man named either
Stephen with a ‘ph’
Or Mikel with a ‘k’
Yes, the gays spell ‘Mikel’ with a
‘k’
Probably just because
It looks better that way
I’m not angry
Or upset
About anything I’ve just told you
I just wish somebody had warned me
That the theater is a wonderful
place
Where you will meet wonderful
people
And they will be gay
And you should not love them
As anything more than friends
And/or second family
Not that I have regrets
I love my daughter
And she loves me
And we both love her gay father
Even though we haven’t heard from
him
Since he called us
From a payphone
In Zurich
It’s not a traditional life
But what can I say?
We’re a theater family
We’re anything but traditional
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