The Good with the Fab
But this My Name is Earl show has totally robbed me of one of the sole reasons a gay man becomes an actor.
"THE PRETTY WOMAN SEQUENCE"
Yes, people- the fitting. The costumer told me just to "bring some stuff." Which means I don't get to walk into a room with twenty or so sequined, jeweled and Versace'd outfits meant originally for a sex with a little less penis than me. The hair toss/wink that I was planning to do before the mirror in fab-u outfit number 8- Nixed. The Mary Tyler Moore-spinning is now just a breif sashay in my own clothes.
But y'know what? I don't care. almost. I know. I'm as transparent as chiffon but. Eh. I'll stop. Plenty of actors would be glad to have this job. I just sound like a whiny bitch. It's a nice change from bragging blowhard though.