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Sex and Everything Else

I've had a few people tell me they're not coming to the monologue show I'm doing in July that deals with sex.

When I ask why, I've gotten a variety of responses, such as:

"I'm uncomfortable with graphic material."
"I don't like hearing some of those 'words.'"
"Won't it be awkward?"

I should mention a few things.

#1: There will be bad words--but far fewer bad words than in your average 'True Blood' episode.
#2: Hardly any of the monologues are what you'd call "graphic." If they are, they're appropriate, not exploitative.
#3: If sex is still awkward for you past the age of eighteen, seek therapy. Seek MAJOR therapy.

I'm not apologizing for writing and producing a show dealing with sex, and then expecting people to see it.

We live in a society where sex is thrust in our faces every five seconds. So why is it a problem when someone wants to examine it in a theatrical way?

When I did a show about being crazy, I was actually more concerned with offending people. I didn't want anyone to think that I was trying to mock people who actually suffer from mental disorders. To me, that would be offensive.

Sex is not offensive to me; it's the most natural thing in the world (unless of course you're gay and you listen to the Baptists, and then again, seek THERAPY).

I think any adult should be able to sit in a room and watch a show about sex and not feel weird about it.

My show won't deal with rape, incest, molestation, pedophilia, or anything that deals with sexual violence. To me, those things aren't sex--they're sexual crimes, and I do believe there's a difference.

"That Might Not Be Sex" deals with consensual sexual relationships, and how even when things are consensual, there can still be power struggles, hurt feelings, regret, and/or reservations.

I think it'll be a very interesting show, with a large line-up of incredibly gifted and talented people.

So I hope you see it.

That's all.

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