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Weekend of The Drowned Man


One of the best experiences of my life.

Tags: the drowned man, travel

Boy Witch/Macbeth!


Actual Sleep No More fanfiction! ♥ ♥ ♥

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I wrote an emotionally revealing thing on Tumblr.

Tags: personal, sleep no more

feeling sane in comparison…


“I once tried to explain to one of the Boy Witch performers (I won’t name names) just why I was so infatuated with his performance. I kept trying to convey that it was not his penis, but the Boy Witch EYES that I am drawn to— you know, the way Boy Witch sucks you in and seduces you with that sideways, under the floppy hair glance that says I own you and I know you want me and you WILL follow me. I mean, I was so earnest, but even mentioning the penis made me sound like an idiot. And a perv. But I really wanted to convey that it had nothing to do with the nudity. And the more I tried to explain it, the more embarrassing it became.”


OMG Sleep No More fandom.

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1:1 magic


But for the rest of the evening, and into the next day, and the day after, a small, perverse part of my subconscious is still thinking about that moment, about that dance, about that kiss, those parting words. I know it’s all an act, and I am one of many lucky people who will leave the show having experienced a spine-tingly one-on-one experience. I am not unique. But there’s still a piece of me that doesn’t want to let go of the few short minutes when The Drowned Man stopped being a spectacle to be watched, and instead became something I was part of. It lit up something inside me that’s left me feeling dreamy and open and weirdly, unexpectedly giddy.

– From raspberry beret girl

See, I’m not the only one!

In my least generous moments, I think Punchdrunk is pretty much evil for luring people in like this. (She says as she contemplates booking another ticket to London…)

Tags: sleep no more, the drowned man



I miss you guys. I feel like this is the only place on the Internet that I can write my honest feelings.

It’s my last day before I leave London and I’m suddenly feeling so overwhelmed and sad.

I wrote on Tumblr about tonight’s show, that it was magical to me, and it was, but it’s like the evil inverse of a wonderful artistic experience is the awful comedown back to reality. Plus all this self-doubt and feeling like I’m stupid and my reactions are all wrong.

I can’t be anyone other than who I am. Obviously I’m biased; I came here to see performers who I already think are wonderful. And I honestly thought they were wonderful here. I felt so glad to see them.

In the end, I don’t know what I want out of this. It’s so much easier with music; I’ve never wondered what the point is with music. But then I’ve never spent thousands of dollars to fly across the ocean for music.



I’m blogging my Drowned Man adventures on my Tumblr btw.

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Game of Thrones


( spoilers )

Tags: game of thrones