Bless our little cotton socks!

It's tonight ... the opening of The Foreigner! Tonight!!! Even after all the plays I've done, I must say I'm a bit nervous and will be A LOT once it's closer to show time. I've been trouncing round Hollyweird feigning a British accent, in lieu I can actually deliver tonight ... just thinking that makes my knees knock. You know, part of it is the journey, but most of it (in this business) is whether or not you can deliver. All I can do is bless my little cotton socks and wow their's off.

I'm off to run lines, but will elaborate more later ...

Poetry - Black-n-White/Angelic Analogies

Black and White

No shades of gray
Will ever
Clutter your way

You've managed to live
Fact by fact
Always able to give
Wit and tact

You have imposed
This life on us all
Without a chance
For us to fall

Even before I've conceded
You've already decided
This is how it should be
For you and me

A word to the wise:
This kind of life
Will only lead to our demise

Black and white
Can never be
Especially for someone like me

I only operate in
shades of gray
open to all types and ways

I can't cloud my vision
There's so much I'd miss
Life without colors
Is a life shrouded in bliss

I won't compromise
What will it be
Black and White?
Shades of Gray?
It's for you to decide

29 Sept 02 A'dam
dsl

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Angelic Analogies

The immediate heavens above these streets are cluttered with non-sense representations of life:

anorexic Barbie-doll girls
steroid-induced Billy-doll boys

they smile down at us (angelically) as if to say, "Everything's okay!"

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But real life is most apparent here:

budding little girls with adult-painted faces vomit themselves thin
balding Chelsea boys with shrunken testicles inject themselves muscles

the rest of us (ignoring the apparent analogies) greedily go about our obese lives

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every now and then
one of us will gaze up
at our guardian angles
and smile (enviously)

7 July 97 NYC
dsl

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Poetry Times 2 (the sequel)

A few more for you to enjoy:

Oh Epiphany!

Make me hard
Dominate
Dirty my face
Humiliate
Crack your whip
Hurt me
Bleed me
Oh epiphany

reverse the rolls
succumb
play the victim
show servitude
kneel
show pain
feel

reverse the rolls
give me pleasure
bite me
bleed me

then

love me
become me

Oh Epiphany!

11.aug.97 NYC
dsl

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with pain

he's there, with you . . .
in your arms
in your bed
in your heart
in your head

while - i'm at home, with pain

13.jan.03 A'dam
dsl

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Thank You

You took your revenge
but in another form I wasn't expecting

The games seem petty which we must play,
and your revenge seems astronomical
for just my worldly games

You teach me lessons, which ironically stunt my growth,
but are priceless just the same

Your pantomime mocks my fragile ego,
and sends my clockwise vertigo soul counter

I hurt, weep and wipe the blood from my ears
as your laughter deafens me to a noisy world

Your cruel compassions are barely comforting,
and you smugly praise yourself
as you watch your pupil frustratingly scratch out his eyes

Now deaf and blind (one step further to Hades than Oedipus)
I wander the world different - never able to elude you

My dry mouth can only utter a small and frail
thank you

01.apr.97 NYC
dsl

Poetry Time

Yep ... once ... a long time ago .. in a land far far away ... I used to be a poet. Well, I still write them every now and then, but about 10 years ago I turned out my fair share of them ... here's some of the more "g-ish" rated ones.

I Miss You
It's only been two weeks since . . .
and I miss you
Not often is our time in sync
but we find a way
We have yet to share our secrets
but I'm sure it will be soon
It's only been two weeks . . .
My mind wanders with thoughts of . . .
gosh . . .
I really miss you

6.August.97 NYC
dsl

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I Once Touched Love

I once touched love
her embrace calmed me
mended my ways
forgave my transgressions

but I let go
took the fall

and now I search endlessly for
her warm omnipotent embrace
fearful that it will never
touch me again

06.aug.97 NYC
dsl

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Gravity
to stand with a heavy heart
is quite a feat
gravity only adds more weight
to each beat

28.dec.02 A'dam
dsl

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nothing else to live for
worn . . .
torn . . .
it's hopeless
there's nothing else . . .

to live for

15/09/01 A'dam
dsl

A Plethora of Torch Song Trilogy Photos

Scary, eh? Down right frightening.

You might ask, "Why? Why would a law abiding, conservative, Republican, God-fearing, boy-next-door kinda guy like me show revealing pictures of himself in drag, let alone, tucked - in pantyhose? I'm a tad narcissistic? I want to smudge myself before any tab-rag can? I'm just a curmudgeon looking for redemption? I don't know?

But, yes, that is me and there's a plethora of more degrading, albeit theatrical pictures.



There's even some bra action, and some of you will be on your knees ... um ... thanking God it's not me ... yep it's real BOOBIES!!!

And there are even some cute ones that will make you go, "Ahhhhh" Who can resist the infamous Bunny Slippers? Let me say those were damn comfy and ever so warm!

I must admit that I did have a wonderful time taking most of these [the stage ones from Act 3 are from Bela - thanks p-hubby (insider's joke)]. Make sure you read all the titles from the photos - it'll give you an idea of who's who and who played what and all that junk.


The Photo Plethora

An InPlayer's Play Reading in Amsterdam

One chilly Amsterdam day in Zuiderkerk Plein (South Church Square) - I used to live right round the corner from it - one of the English Speaking Theatre groups I was with did a play reading. It was a great time and my last stint with them. The one mounted play I did with them was The Miser. I played Cleante and was pretty decent in the role (to toot my own horn). Actually it was a great cast and consisted of some dear friends of mine. I have pictures from the show and when I get the chance I'll upload them and tell you all about the gossip and the awards that were STOLEN from us at the Luxembourg FEATS Festival :O)

An InPlayer's Play Reading Fotos

Forgive the dupes - I got so freaking tired of deleting all of them, so if you're in there twice think of it as your 30 minutes of fame.

Casting Little Shop of Horrors

Right before I left Amsterdam to seek my fame n fortune in HollyOz, I helped in the casting of QETC's Little Shop; I must say I was impressed to see the level of talented singers that showed up! Wish I could be there to help with the production.

Break a leg ya'll ...

Torch Song Trilogy's Infamous Cast Party aka The Dutch B-day Party

Yes, Oh Boy! Talk about a Cast Party, Damn!!!! It was a doozy! Just like a Dutch B-day Party! Woooohooooo!

Everyone was dressed up to the nines! I was looking my best (probably why there were no photos of me, or was it cause I was the one taking the pics).

I planned months in advance, sent out hundreds of invites, had valet parking, hand made hors d'oeuvres (because I'm such a fabulous cook), expensive wine, sport cleaned the apartment, etc.

For those of you that have never ever experience a Dutch Birthday Party click the link below and you'll have the blow by blow details of an exciting Dutch past-time.

For the hundreds of you that didn't attend the Torch Cast Party, well, you'll just have to look at the pics below and weep.

• Dutch Birthday Protocol


• The Amazing Super Duper Torch Song Trilogy Cast Party

Wench's Baby Bash

A looooooong time ago I snapped a few shots of Branwen's Baby Bash, but I didn't get a good full frontal of her, probably would have cracked my lens anyway (love ya Branwen)!

Enjoy the few photos.

Fondling Emmy

Yep, tis true! I had Emmy in my greasy grubby gnarly hands - fondling, rubbing, licking, kissing - ahhhhhh - it was orgasmic. No one was going to touch Emmy as long as I was around! My sweet beautiful curvaceous Emmy. Emmy was mine! My pet! My love! My ... Whap! (sound of reality bitch-slapping me) ... WHAP!! (sound of reality back-hand bitch-slapping me)

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Once my vision "unblurred," I was able to pick myself up off the hard floor of insanity and plop my bruised butt back in my reality-check chair. Alas, Emmy was not mine ... was never mine ... Emmy's heart, body and soul belonged to another ... to ... to ... Kathy! That BITCH! WHORE! TRAMP! Let me tell you, many other obscenities flew through my mind, many I wanted to turret out to her as her pale pasty hands strangled Emmy. Emmy's voice screeched in my mind as Kathy sharpened her blood stained fingernails on Emmy.

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Alas, I could only smile, nod and act genuinely happy for Kathy as she exclaimed with glee how Emmy became hers ... how she deserved Emmy ... how she'll sleep with Emmy every night ... wake up every morning kissing Emmy all over ... stare deep into Emmy's eyes over breakfast ... all as Emmy hovered a few inches over my head!

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As she was leaving I could hear the Griffin on my shoulder whisper, "Don'tchu worry your little cotton socks, mate, fuck Emmy - Oscar will be all yours one day!"

A MUST SEE!!!!

YOU MUST COME SEE THE FOREIGNER!!!!

I'm playing in it (Charlie - the foreigner), it has an amazing cast, a
brilliant director and opens end Nov and plays for 3 weeks. I have
tickets to sell, so contact me ASAP if you want yours!!! It will most
likely sell out!!!

If you fly all the way in from Europe to see it - I'll buy your
ticket, otherwise I'm gonna go cheap on your ass and make you pay
(I'll sign an autograph for free)!

If you actually live in Hollyweird or any where in the surrounding
area you have no excuse!

Kiss, Kiss, Love Ya,
Sean "The Foreigner" Lambert

Halloween Hollyweird Style

So I've been "devirginized" - Rocky Horror style - so to speak! I've experienced my first La La Land Halloween. I had a great time most importantly because I spent it with Jodi! I have to say it's so great to finally be living in the same city as her and to actually go oot n aboot together. One thing she has to change though - her phone company!!!! See I'm AT&T, and anyone else that calls me that is not AT&T is quite costly for me. I remember we used to spend hours and hours chatting when I worked for B.T. (work paying for the calls). Still nothing has changed both of us like to chat on the phone for hours and hours (ala Pepperoni Pizza - insider joke), even though we only live a few blocks from each other.

But now onto Halloween ...

Check out my Facebook Page

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A Letter with No Names

Dear My 2 "golf-clapping" readers,

Thank you ever so much, from the bottom of my heart, for actually taking time from your precious day to take a moment to ponder my blog. It really does mean a lot to me, just think, if I got $1 for each hit you made to the blog in one year I could splurge and buy my Ken doll a brand new flannel shirt.

I also want to thank you for your inquiring emails as to the identity of the star mentioned below, but I must kindly ask you not to bombard me with a plethora of emails asking for a name. The whole point about sharing what I did below was not to brag, not to name names, but to illustrate my own personal frustration, feelings about the whole circumstance. This I will talk about not about who it was.

I hope this news doesn't disappoint you, but this is and will always be a letter with no names.

Kind and Gentle Regards