My Cardboard Balcony

Instead of a conventional Storyteller tonight, I would like to cordially remind you all, this holiday season, to

Doesn't Affect Me by Belinda Roddie Haven't been to a bar since March. They can close.

Arden and I are days away from getting the keys to our very first house. Biden is the President Elect. End of story. I love being able to run the gamut of different roles as an actor. Trans lives matter. I am thankful to be alive and loved. I am thankful for my loved ones. I am thankful for all of you. Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay happy. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Ode To Deathtrap by Belinda Roddie I shall play a man who loves another man but who can't help yielding to the kisses of artistic hubris. And you shall be my lover, up until I stab you with the crossbow bolt that you shot me with. Ira Levin, you crazy bastard, you've done it again.

Closed For Repairs by Belinda Roddie Out of order. Out of options. Out of my mind.

Our Little House by Belinda Roddie Our little house sits under drooping trees that bear autumnal colors in the sun, and a redwood pokes its head out and sees the hope brimming on golden horizon. In here, we will have tea and try to build new memories worthy of remembrance, and from the attic I'll grab costumes frilled that we can wear while we both drink and dance. Our little house has two bedrooms, a yard for romping and warm flames and starry skies that we can gaze us. I shall play the bard and compose songs about your sapphire eyes. Yes, let's pretend the world isn't quite shit as, in our little house, we rest a bit.

Contagious Company by Belinda Roddie I'd like some gravy to go with my plague, please.