I want to write an alternative version of Romeo and Juliet where instead of being a little ponce and trying to work things out for himself, Romeo asks his smarter friends what to do about the whole thing and Benvolio and Mercutio come up with the world’s greatest plan:
Marriage of convenience between Juliet and Mercutio.
Think about it.
Juliet’s parents want her to marry into the Prince’s family. Mercutio is a good compromise between no marriage and Paris.
Mercutio probably won’t get his inheritance if he keeps being HELLA FUCKING GAY ALL OVER THE PLACE so a beard is only a benefit to him.
They would probably get along great rolling their eyes at how adorably stupid Romeo is.
Romeo and Benvolio could get a “bachelor pad” right next to Juliet and Mercutio’s house. Every night, Romeo and Mercutio high five as they hop the fence to go bang their one true love.
The second half of the play is just all of them trying to keep up the charade and being “THIS CLOSE” to getting caught all the time. But everything ends nicely because true love conquers all.
Everybody wins. Nobody dies.
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In Re-Western, painted Felice House reimagines scenes from classic westerns with the likes of James Dean, Clint Eastwood and John Wayne replaced with women in the starring roles.
In addition to being superb paintings, House’s work is a provocation about “portraying women without objectifying them [as] an intentional and political act.” Pictured above: “Stasha Dean in ‘Giant,’ 2013. Oil on canvas, 90” x 60".“
The alcohol swirling in my glass was rather off-putting–I raised it to my lips every few minutes to blend, but Lestat left his drink untouched.
“Louis,” he whispered into my ear. “That one.”
I followed Lestat’s line of vision. He was gorgeous, skin flushed from dancing, and his heart nearly sang, even in the din of the club. He had long, well-cared-for chestnut hair and a lithe frame, perfect for weaving in and out of the gyrating bodies. He wore almost no clothing, choosing instead to parade around in slick, wet-look shorts and a vinyl chest harness. I curled my lip in distaste–part of the fun with Lestat was making him work for his meals.
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