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The Swan Avenger

A would-be suicide saved by a swan.

A prince saved by a man.

A man saved by reflection. 

From the purest of pain to the grandest of grace… only we aren’t there yet, and the fairy’s tale is far from over.

There will be darkness before the light,

hurt before the healing,

and loss before the love.

But always… always… there is love.

When last we left our prince, he had attempted to take his life…

“His attempt is subverted by The Swan who emerges from the water. The Prince recognizes The Swan from his dreams and is instantly attracted to him. The Swan is joined by other swans who seem to threaten The Prince. The Swan controls them and protects The Prince, becoming his soul mate and his reason to live.” ~ David Roberts

“More importantly, the Swan’s embrace of The Prince is the moment he recognizes who he is and what kind of love he wants and needs. He is able to accept that he is gay and finds a peace that he has never known before.” ~ David Roberts

“In the second act, despite the growth he has experienced, the Prince falls into deeper despair, particularly when, at a dance, he recognizes an intruder to look just like his Swan. The events which follow result not in life, but in the accidental death of his Girlfriend.” ~ David Roberts 

“Alone in his bed, he is visited by the swans who quickly disappear. The Prince’s Swan emerges from the bed and in a tender and beautiful fashion, invites The Prince onto the bed.” ~ David Roberts 

“The other swans re-enter and kill The Swan. The Prince, alone, dies of despair. His mother enters to discover her dead son and for the first time expresses emotion, even love for him. Above the bed appears The Swan with the Young Prince cradled in his wings.” ~ David Roberts

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
  3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
  4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  5. Purple Puff Confection: Part OnePart Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
  7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
  8. Bad Boy Bangs: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
  10. Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  11. A Pool Frolic: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  12. A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  13. Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  14. A Milky Interlude 
  15. Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  16. Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
  17. A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  18. Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  19. A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  20. Swan Lake Fantasia: Part One and Part Two.

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The Swan Prince

We begin with a waltz.

A swan.

And a young prince.

A fairy tale turned on its head, reversing gender roles, mind-fucking preconceived notions, and inverting the idea of where wisdom and knowledge resides, this story is like a multi-faceted jewel with many planes and cuts and angles. 

Life examined through the eyes of a child is life at its purest, and no matter how we try to hide what we do, children always see right through it. Whether they realize it plainly and actually, or merely sense it through instinct and natural empathy, children know. 

We know.

Mathew Bourne’s take on ‘Swan Lake’ posits a male version of the ballet – a gay fantasia that blasphemes the traditional and uptight ballet rules, throwing them out and replacing them with passion and messy emotion. It thrilled and moved me, sparking memories of a childhood of dreams and nightmares, desire and fantasy and tragedy – a dramatically operatic presentation of a gay boy’s past, somehow imagined and known and conjured by a gay composer. 

A review by David Roberts captured the story and the meanings behind it better than I could have done. He will narrate the rest of this swan’s tale.

“”Swan Lake” opens with The Young Prince tossing and turning in his very large bed, agitated by nightmares. Above him appears a figure from his imagination, a powerful swan. The figure disappears and his mother The Queen enters his room to console him; however, when he reaches out to her she turns away from him unable to give him the love and attention and acceptance that he needs.” ~ David Roberts

“In the remainder of the first act, we see The Young Prince and The Prince now grown attempting to adjust to being part of a Royal Family. He is paraded around by his mother, they both wave a lot (as Royals do), smile a lot (as Royals must), cut ribbons and launch new ships. But all of this activity does not satisfy the Prince’s need for love.” ~ David Roberts

“This is a Prince struggling with issues of separation and individualism, sexual identity, and self-realization. His Private Secretary continuously tries to set him up with a girlfriend. The Queen does not approve of this commoner and The Prince becomes more frustrated in his ability to find a significant relationship and determines to commit suicide by throwing himself into the lake in the park on the grounds of the palace.” ~ David Roberts 

“The funny thing is, the more people I surround myself with, the lonelier I feel. I could be dancing in a sea of people and still be completely alone. You may be the very first person at one of these parties to see me.”
? M.A. Kuzniar

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
  3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
  4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  5. Purple Puff Confection: Part OnePart Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
  7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
  8. Bad Boy Bangs: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
  10. Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  11. A Pool Frolic: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  12. A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  13. Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  14. A Milky Interlude 
  15. Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  16. Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
  17. A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  18. Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  19. A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  20. Swan Lake Fantasia: Part One.

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Swan Lake Fantasia

Why shouldn’t a peacock transform into a swan? 

Why should such magic be reserved solely for the ugly ducklings?

And haven’t they suffered enough?

Even the beautiful don’t often realize at what price beauty comes. It is not always a gift.

The same might be said of youth, more powerfully too, as that is something all of us have had in one way or another. Did you realize yours when it was at hand? Did you appreciate and acknowledge its power? Did you savor or favor those precious days? 

Everyone had a childhood, and the common elements of childhood are largely the same no matter where or when you journeyed through yours. It was a time of peril and danger, delicacy and delight, tenderness and toughness – the very best of times, and the very worst. The entire world tilted and teetered on a tear or a laugh, and the smallest of gestures felt like the grandest and most life-altering of catastrophes. 

Darkness loomed around every corner and every edge of every day. 

The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale has reached its swan transformation, which is arguably the centerpiece of the entire project. Twenty years ago I was only just beginning to genuinely reflect and process my own childhood – the hurts and harm done in that time, done to me, done by me – and this sort of self-psycho-analysis came with its own risks, its own darkness. 

Our prancing peacock shape-shifts into a beautiful swan – beautiful and viciously brutal.

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

  1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three
  2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
  3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
  4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  5. Purple Puff Confection: Part OnePart Two, Part Three and Part Four.
  6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
  7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
  8. Bad Boy Bangs: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
  10. Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  11. A Pool Frolic: Part OnePart Two. and Part Three.
  12. A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  13. Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  14. A Milky Interlude 
  15. Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part OnePart Two, and Part Three.
  16. Cocktail Cocktale: Part One and Part Two.
  17. A Fairy’s Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
  18. Willy Wonkers: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
  19. A Peacock In Everything But Beauty: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

Federal Express is not a federal agency.

What’s in a name?

Nothing makes any sense.

#TinyThreads

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This is Dutch Country

Original settled by the Dutch, Albany retains echoes of its roots every year when the tulips bloom. This has been an exceptionally strong showing for the famous, and occasionally infamous, spring bulb. On a recent and rainy lunch break, I found these beautiful beds in full bloom along my downtown Albany walk

The air around here was perfumed with the spicy sweet scent of the standard tulip flower – something that I have yet to encounter in a successful perfume version of this elusive fragrance.

Tulips provide one of my happiest memories of childhood, and reading, and flowers. To this day, their aroma brings be back to the library, back to the Dutch tulip craze, back to a childhood where my love of gardening and books was borne in one beautiful fell swoop. 

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When the Cherry Petals Fall

Our Kwanzan cherry tree has been especially floriferous this year. That isn’t always the case, so we cherish these years because the next one might be a bust. With the rain and wind we’ve had, it’s been a shorter show than usual, and their beauty is all the more precious for their fleeting nature

The petals perform a number of shows – starting with their celebrated turn on the tree itself. If there is rain, they will droop downward, dangling and twirling in the wind like little ballerinas, and if there is wind they will let their finery fall. This is the second show – the fall of the petals – graceful and delicate, even in the wildest of storms.

The third and final show is the petals and the pink carpet created whoever they land. In our case, much of this last display is in the pool, where they swirl and form little pink islands of prettiness. A bit pesky for those who must scoop them out, but pretty doesn’t often come without a price. And the peace such a scene affords more than makes up for a little extra work. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Cole Escola

Ringleted and riding high on their current theatrical triumph ‘Oh Mary!’, Cole Escola is crowned as Dazzler of the Day – yet another award for the critical darling. Escola has been nominated for two Tony Awards this season as well as a Pulitzer Prize for Drama. This is just the cherry on that sweet sundae. 

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Pretty Pink High Descending

Returning to the doldrums of reality following an enchanting weekend like we just had is always a trying time, and once we got back home the rain began and didn’t let up for a few days. That was fine with me – it felt right, as though we were reacclimatizing to the usual routine, and a cocoon of a rainy spell has always been good for healing. The memories were fresh enough to feel like part of our magical weekend was still continuing. I put on some music from our time in Boston, turned on a few more lamps than usual in the living room, and felt the enchantment return, only slightly diminished. 

Of course it helps that Andy is somewhere nearby, and the company of a husband is one of the greatest comforts and luxuries this life affords. That’s the real balm when decompressing from such fun. 

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Out 15th Wedding Anniversary ~ Part Two

The weather for this past weekend in Boston was predicted as rainy, but as Saturday dawned the sun was still out – so much so that the temperatures reached up toward the 80’s – the first glorious weather we’ve had in quite some time. Andy and I took our traditional jaunt to Shreve, Crump and Low for the washing of the wedding rings, and then made our way to the Boston Public Garden, where we met our group. 

It was similarly fine weather to the atmosphere we had on our actual wedding day. On subsequent anniversaries, we’ve had rain and cool weather, but we’ve always managed to make our way to the Public Garden at least once around this time of the year

Time marches us all onward, whether we like it or not, but here in the Garden it seems to slow and still for a moment, pausing to honor and remember what we’ve lost over the years, what we’ve found, and what we’ve managed to keep. 

Suzie was always one to strike a pose

(Beauty’s where you find it.)

Spring was still a little behind here too – the leaves were just coming out, and there were no wedding cake flowers in bloom yet (Viburnum) but the tulips were at their peak, and the green that was on display was that glorious chartreuse shade that signals the earliest spring days – when all is hope and possibility and summer right around the corner

Fifteen years ago we stood in this same space, taking our vows in front of the people we loved most. All this time later we’ve somehow managed to keep those vows going, by remembering to be kind, remembering to be patient and forgiving with each other, and remembering the love. 

Elaine took us to lunch across the street at Bistro du Midi, the same way we lunched at the Four Seasons right after our original wedding ceremony. After that, we had the afternoon to lazily enjoy the city, and a nap, before we met again in our hotel before dinner. This had already become a quick little tradition, and was one of those jewels of time with our favorite people that somehow meant more than we anticipated. I already understood how much I was going to miss it. 

For our final dinner, courtesy of Mom, we chose Mistral. It was the only restaurant from the original slate fifteen years ago that was still in operation – and deservedly so. We’ve gone back several times over the years, for anniversaries and birthdays and other special dates, and it remains one of the best dining experiences in Boston. (And entirely worthy of this coat.)

While it had finally rained during our ride over to Mistral, by the time dinner was done the rain had stopped, the moon was a crescent nestled in a few clouds, and it was still warm enough to walk back to our hotel. 

All these years later, Andy still likes being silly when I’m trying to take a picture, and I still laugh when he does. 

Happy 15th Anniversary to my husband – and many thanks to all our family and friends who joined in our celebration this year.

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Our 15th Wedding Anniversary ~ Part One

Fifteen years ago today, Andy and I were married in the Boston Public Garden, and this past weekend we made our way back there with some special guests from that original wedding weekend. Mom arrived first, as she and Suzie were preparing the arrival reception at the condo. We arrived shortly afterward, dropping our bags at the Fairmont Copley Plaza, then making our way along the Southwest Corridor Park, where just about everything was in bloom. The weather would prove fortuitously lovely for almost the entire weekend, something that hadn’t always been in the predicate cards, so we welcomed every sunny moment as it came. 

Suzie and Elaine arrived next, with Chris shortly thereafter, and the arrival reception began with a charcuterie spread that rivaled the beauty of the gardens outside. 

We decompressed and relaxed into the weekend, beginning a run of amazing food and indulgent dining. 

The Fairmont Copley Plaza texted when our room was ready, so we headed back and checked into the Public Library Suite, which was my gift to Andy for our 15th. 

The Fairmont was sweet enough to send up some chocolate-covered strawberries to a Mr. and Mrs. Ilagan, which gave everyone a chuckle. 

Our group reconvened in the suite to have some quiet quality time before dinner. 

Now, a word on the fashion. I’ve been embracing a more casual and relaxed silhouette these days, which actually echoes our actual wedding ceremony outfits (we wore jeans and polo shirts). Still, my past outfits were very much colorful and outrageous, so to bridge that with where I am today, there was one outfit that was designed to be frilly and fanciful and over-the-top. To that end, this winter I found myself sewing a multitude of silk flowers onto a pink linen jacket I’d picked up on last year’s Broadway trip to New York. It was inspired by cherry blossoms and peonies – both of which have meant a lot to Andy and I over the years. 

Dinner at Mooo was a delicious experience, decadent and divine, and so filling that Suzie and Chris and I decided to walk back while Andy and the Moms hopped into a car – an homage to our last night as bachelors fifteen years ago. 

A walk on a beautiful Boston night brings back the history – our own and the city’s. 

We meandered through the Boston Public Garden – a sneak preview of the next morning’s anniversary stroll.

These two took good care of me, seeing me back to the hotel in safety and style. 

We reached the Fairmont, and found the peonies – a mainstay of most of our anniversaries.

And just in case we didn’t find them, they were on my jacket. 

And here’s a look back at the original weekend:

Part 1: The Arrival & Accommodations

Part 2: The Rehearsal Dinner

Part 3: The Last Call of a Bachelor

Part 4: The Dawn of the Wedding Day

Part 5: The Ceremony

Part 6: The Perfect Day in the Park

Part 7: The Wedding Lunch

Part 8: The Wedding Dinner

Bonus Post: The Residual Glow of Marriage

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Imagination by Louis Vuitton

Considered by some to be the Holy Grail of fragrances right now, ‘Imagination’ by Louis Vuitton is rightfully renowned for its exquisite soapy, tea-like charm, and remarkable performance. It’s an almost-impossible balancing act – to be both delicate and long-lasting, and for that reason this is justified in its exorbitant price point. It’s a very special bottle, and Andy was kind enough to gift me this one for our 15th wedding anniversary. There is something magical about making a scent memory, and pairing it with a fragrance as precious as this makes for the sort of enchantment that comes around once every fifteen years. Cue some Ella Fitzgerald singing the title song of this post:

Imagination is funny
It makes a cloudy day sunny
Makes a bee think of honey
Just as I think of you

Imagination is crazy
Your whole perspective gets hazy
Starts you asking a daisy
“What to do, what to do?”

Have you ever felt a gentle touch and then a kiss?
And then and then, find it’s only your imagination again?
Oh, well…

It begins with a classic citrus burst of Calabrian bergamot that quickly gives way to a fizzy, slightly fruity concoction of black tea, ginger and neroli. Ambroxan gives it a lasting thread, wherein some spicy and woody notes intermingle, pulling out more of the tea and amber vibes. At three hours, it’s still quite close to its original incarnation, minus the glorious citrus. At eight hours, it’s still pleasantly vibing, sparkling on whatever lucky piece of clothing happened to pick some up. 

Andy helped me make a wedding memory with some help from ‘Green Irish Tweed’ by Creed for our wedding day – fifteen years later, he helped conjure a new scent moment, and some new memories, coming tomorrow… 

Imagination is silly
You go around willy-nilly
For example, I go around wanting you
And yet I can’t imagine that you want me too

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The Musical Judas Tree

My niece and nephew tell me that for the younger set, Lady Gaga’s ‘Judas’ is the song to play. I’m still obsessed with ‘How Bad Do you Want Me?’ but I’m always here for a ‘Judas’ breakdown. It also fits in well with the Judas tree currently in bloom in our front yard. 

The tree gets its common name form the flowers that bloom straight from the bark, as if the branches are covered in blood, like the tree Judas hung from – no one ever said gardening lore wasn’t dark and disturbing. 

I couldn’t love a man so purelyEven prophets forgave his goofy wayI’ve learned love is like a brick, you canBuild a house or sink a dead body

In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentanceFame hooker, prostitute, wench vomits her mindBut in the cultural sense, I just speak in future tenseJudas, kiss me if offensed, or wear ear condom next time

Are these the actual lyrics? Because I do hope they are – it’s too crazed and too good in the most awful way to be anything but true. Behold the bloom of the Judas tree.

Just be a holy fool.

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A Plot Twist

The unexpected plot twist is one of the happier experiences of life, and I love giving myself over to a story to the point where I’m entirely flabbergasted when a twist arrives. In this age of social media, it gets harder and harder to have such surprises, but they are one of the most enjoyable aspects of entertainment. To a certain extent, I suppose that’s why I like to surprise people – by wearing something people never thought I’d wear, or doing something they’d never think I’d do, or surprising them in some other unexpected way. 

The plot twists of life

Little jolts that spark some semblance of notice in even the most jaded world. 

We are on autopilot more often than not, going through the motions, rushing through the days, and only the most adventurous among us take the time and effort to give striking difference to the differing dates. 

There’s been a project in the planning stages in my head for the past five years or so – a behemoth, multi-pronged mess of a project that has been evolving, eroding, and rebuilding itself in my mind. I haven’t quite decided if I’m going to do it, and it’s unclear whether that’s laziness or fear. 

If it’s laziness, I simply won’t do it. 

If it’s fear, I’ll do it harder than I’ve fucking done anything in my life. 

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Mad About the Met Gala

Madonna returned to the Met Gala in tailored and fine fashion this evening, and I am here for all the elegance, softness, and quieter tones. It’s a lovely addition to her Met Gala look-book. (I still think I enjoyed her Louis Vuitton bunny ears ensemble best, so I’ll include that throwback pic at the bottom of this post.) 

 

Way back when…

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