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All the Broadway (and other) soundtracks I own. )

All my normal music albums. :P )

If you want any of these (preferrably through a trade), just let me know and I'll upload them!
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Why don't you ask and find out? And then I'll do the same...

As it implies above, I love to hear new stories.

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-indefinite hiatus effective 11/8/11-

lj, you have served me well, but for now i seek ventures elsewhere. i may return one day. who knows. many good things have happened here and i won't forget you.

other ways to reach me (should the few of you still reading so choose):





see you around, beauties.
shaeberry: ((runaways) get my gorgeous wings)
Currently roaring through Stone Butch Blues for my Queer Lit class. It's... gah. Really. A memoir of pre-Stonewall growing up butch in Buffalo, NY. It's by Leslie Feinberg, an unbelievable trans activist.

This is a breathtaking passage, but could be VERY triggery. Hence, under cut.
She's been wandering around by the football field. )

And with that passage, I sobbed my eyes out. Fuck the 1950s. The book gets so much better when Jess starts sneaking away to Niagara Falls and finds surrogate lesbian parents (one butch, one femme--there was a serious binary back then) and they both start to rear her as a baby butch. Butch Al tells her how to be tough, and Jackie tells her how to stay tender. And I cry and want them to stay together forever as a little found family (my trope!) except then it gets depressing again.

LOOK AT THIS. It is Imogen Heap covering Thriller. WHAT:

On another note, friends, I so very badly need a therapist.
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You know in case you hadn't figured that one out already.

Tonies '09!

Jun. 7th, 2009 07:57 pm
shaeberry: ((cate) omg!cate blanchett)
Unfortunately, this year, I am not at Meredith's so she cannot make snide offhand comments about the state of Mandy Patinkin's beard. However, I am still really excited! Especially for NPH! It is one minute and counting away from the dorkiest award show of the year! Let's do this!

Why do I have such a problem? )
Mmmm, I love the Tonies.

shaeberry: ((cate) omg!cate blanchett)
In 24 hours time, I will be 20 years old.

That is a strange notion.
shaeberry: ((stock) the both of us.)
So... I think I'm gonna apply to volunteer at the Harvey Milk School in New York. This has been under consideration for, like, months, and I've made a decision. I have no idea what I could possibly do for them, considering my already hellish schedule, but it's something I've felt more and more lately is crucial to me. Working with GLOW kids this summer, honestly, made me so much more aware in myself of that need to help people through the tougher aspects of their sexuality. And I think I would feel right at home in a place that serves as a haven for displaced queer youth, runaways, kids who were thrown out, or who just can't find acceptance among their other peers. I've sort of nurtured this feeling that it's my duty to give back to my dear, loving community. And seeing Milk (finally, god, I know) tonight, and hearing those amazing words he spoke in real life about the need for acceptance and love and hope for every struggling teen who is taught that he or she is sick or deranged made me cry, out of both pride for those ferocious souls who have come before me and out of the realization that there needs to be more of this kind of thinking.

So, again, I don't know what I could possibly do for them. But I just want to be there, because I consider myself to be someone who is fairly well-adjusted in her sexuality. Yes, I have my moments, but I share with Harvey the fierce opinion that being out is one of the best things we can do for one another and our world. And if I can give one 16-year-old babydyke the faith in herself that the world is not out to suppress us and shove us away, in shame and rejection, regardless of what ::cough:: recent human action may demonstrate, then I will have at least done part of my duty in this society.

The world needs more love. Maybe this can be my way of bringing that about.
shaeberry: ((firefly) kaylee)
shaeberry --


Tasting like strawberries

'How will you be defined in the Sexual Dictionary?' at

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. That is severely hilarious on SO MANY LEVELS.


I use my Kaylee icon in celebration
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I felt beauty happening.

Maggie and I finished rehearsing, and we could hear the screams from outside. I said, "Let's go, I need to be there." Grabbed her hand, my bags, and we went, skipping and yelling from 13th and 6th to Union Square, anticipation building... building...

We witnessed, and participated in, unadulterated joy that I haven't seen the likes of in my lifetime so far. People screamed, wordless, clustered together. Crying, kissing, rioting, chanting, believing. I called everyone that I knew would be there already, and ran into some more. Said goodbye to Maggie, found Myles, clutched him, clung to Blake and Emily with all my might, tearing up again and again, awash with something I couldn't even describe.

I fucking crowd-surfed in Union Square at one in the morning after election day, held aloft by people all screaming the same thing at the top of their lungs: "Yes we can." My skirt was around my waist (thank god I was wearing tights). I didn't care. I was put on the ground, and a girl promptly fell on my face. I'll probably wake up with a black eye tomorrow. I don't care. I don't care that my scene goes tomorrow or that I can't sleep because I'm so full of life. All I know is that in that moment, I felt whole.

We stayed for a few more minutes, but Blake and Myles, who had been outside for hours, and missed Obama's stunning, perfect speech, wanted to go back. Emily and I rallied Buck and Patrick into returning with us. We skipped, screamed, hugged, high-fived complete strangers on the street. Coming home again, we danced to a group pounding out a fantastic rhythm on newspaper dispensers. I asked the security guard if he was feelin' the joy, and he said he couldn't help himself. :)

The feeling that this is unbelievable, perfect history is getting stronger with every moment.
shaeberry: ((cate) omg!cate blanchett)


OH MY GOD. I was rehearsing with Maggie and we just happened to look up at the television at the moment John McCain was giving his concession speech.

And I literally cried, except, like, without tears because I was laughing too hard.

I love him for this:

...and for so much more that makes him the unbelievable man I voted for. I can trust in America again. I can feel hope, I can feel pride, I can feel a future. I'm sick of feeling the despair that I felt for the past 8 years, despair that caused me so many times to want to leave. Now I don't, because I have the certainty that one day this country can be great again.

"But at its core, this issue is about who we are as Americans. It’s about whether this nation is going to live up to its founding promise of equality by treating all its citizens with dignity and respect.”

Thank you, Barack Obama. Thank you for giving me my nation back.
shaeberry: ((cate) omg!cate blanchett)
I just voted for the first time in my life!

It felt pretty awesome.
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Well, I saw the final public show of Rent.

I don't know how that happened. I think I'm magical when it comes to getting show tickets? My little brother and I went together, and he explained it pretty well:

"That was the most magical thing I have ever seen onstage!"

It brought back Rent for me, out of the doldrums of my brainpits. Collins is still my favorite, ever. And Maureen and Joanne still bring rays of light into my heart. I cried, I laughed, I loved.


Not gonna lie, they were my favorite Joanne and Maureen I have EVER seen onstage. Ever. I don't know what they did (heh heh heh...) but their chemistry was through the fucking roof. They blew the rest of the show out of the water with Take Me Or Leave Me. I can't even tell you the perfection... And Tracie is HOT in person. TIIIINY, but hot.

Plus, my little brother was like, "Joanne is definitely my favorite!" And he's adorably in love with Tracie, and he wanted to meet her SO BAD. We got to (!!!) and I told her I loved her, and he was all, "Thank you for an amazing show! You were my favorite character! You are an awesome actress!" I have trained him well. I took a picture of them together, and he stared at it for 5 minutes. I have to admit, it's kind of the cutest picture of all time. Will show you later. Also, um, Rosario Dawson sat 2 rows in front of me and was squashed up against my back in the bathroom line. Like, her boobs were in my back? We discussed how long it was. :)

Also, finally saw the girl today for the first time in 4 days. :P Damn Cabaret rehearsal and Russian Lit (on her end). I missed her.
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So... I'm gonna sort of blog, in a way.

Seriously, though, I'm getting so dorky excited, mostly because I've seen a hell of a lot of the shows this year, which is new, and there is a Rent anniversary performance, which I am undoubtedly going to laugh at a lot. But Dee will be there! And I am rooting for Patti so hardcore for Best Actress, you don't even know.

Heeeeeeeeeere we go!! )

Aww, that was enjoyable. A good Tony Awards, I would say.
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In honor of my birthday, and of growing out of things that have not fit for a while (I created astaofmirkwood in my desperate desire to not be a lesbian by obsessing over Legolas, haha.), I changed my username.

So, now I'm [ profile] shaeberry, a name that fits all of me, and will for a long time.
shaeberry: (breslin-style facepalm.)
In a desperate effort to procrastinate studying for my one exam tomorrow, I just catalogued all the plays I own.

Alphabetical by playwright, then title.

Just to accentuate how ridiculous this is, I may have over 75 plays. Or more.

And then I wrote my name in all of them.

Sometimes I question my own mental stability.
shaeberry: ((buffy))
I cannot leave studio. I just... cannot do it. Our last day is a week from Friday. And I cannot fathom not being here. It hurts and sends me into a panic just remembering it.

Every now and then I have these little realizations that all amount to a giant realization of holy shit, I fucking grew up because of this place and didn't realize it. I don't have crippling fear of taking risks anymore. That went away, along with most of my self esteem problems. I feel capable, which is scary, but so exhilarating.

I just don't want it to go away.
shaeberry: (khep!cate blanchett (god i love her))
Minor friendscut, guys. Mostly dead journals of old friends that don't really matter anymore because they're... dead, but if you were removed and want to be re-added, just leave a comment and it'll be cool. If you were removed it's most likely because we've never actually talked, but I know sometimes I like reading the entries of people I've never actually talked to, so if this is the case with you, you're certainly welcome here again.



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